There was an empty field in front of the main hall not far away, and the senior officials who had been ordered to participate in the highest decision-making were leaving one after another.
Mo Yan, who had been confused about Minjiang King Song Lun's attitude, hurriedly chased him forward to question him.
If it weren't for Song Lun's interference, Xia Shihan would have faced a group of conservative remonstrances.
At that time, even if he wins the title of sixth Ghost Emperor for Cao Ning, he will still be said to be showing favoritism.
For Cao Ning, the reputation he finally improved in Fengdu City may be destroyed in one day.
Even if you get promoted, you will be alienated by others and ultimately achieve nothing.
Now because of Song Lun's participation, although Xia Shihan successfully secured an opportunity for Cao Ning, the development direction of the matter has obviously gone sideways.
Let’s not talk about how long it will take for Cao Ning to go to the underworld to capture one hundred thousand evil spirits. Just whether he can find them is a difficult problem.
Although both conservatives and Du Chong agreed to this experience, they knew better than anyone else that it would not be easy to complete this experience.
It was precisely because of this that they chose to compromise.
"Niubi, stop here and tell me clearly, what kind of medicine is this old boy selling in your gourd?"
Demon Yan angrily ran to Song Lun and blocked his way.
"You old boy has been holding back a lot of bad things. On the surface, you are helping the gang leader to solve the problem, but in fact, you have dug a big hole for my grandson."
"Tell me clearly. If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, one of us will have to lie here today."
"..."
Faced with Mo Yan's accusation of protecting his shortcomings, Song Lun always had a faint smile on his face.
"You're still smiling, believe it or not, I've knocked out your front teeth!" Mo Yan said angrily.
"Old devil, tell me, why do you still look so reckless even at such an old age? Can't you use your brain?"
Song Lun patted Mo Yan on the shoulder and glanced at Du Chong, who was walking alone in front of him, intentionally or unintentionally.
"If I can't find a way to mediate, with that person who offends people as casually as he eats, can he tolerate someone sleeping soundly next to the bed?"
"This old boy is not a good guy either!"
Mo Yan spat viciously at Du Chong's back, then turned around and knocked off the hand on his shoulder.
"Take your hand away, am I familiar with you? What are you looking at...you are not a good person either!"
"Alas...Old Devil, this is too much! If it weren't for me, would your grandson have a chance to become the Ghost Emperor?"
"So don't I still have to thank you?"
"That's natural!"
"Ah, I'm so beautiful for you!"
Mo Yan rolled his eyes, and then grabbed Song Lun's arm without even caring about his own identity.
"I know you are holding back your bad intentions. Tell me, do you have any way to help my grandson catch the evil spirit?"
"I'll give you a chance to confess and be lenient, otherwise you can't expect me to let you go."
"..."
Song Lun took a deep breath and looked at Mo Yan with a rogue look on his face. He had no idea what to do.
"Let me tell you, your ancestors from the Cao family were not tomb robbers, right? Were they the ones who specialized in robbing people on the street?"
"Then you don't have to worry about it. You have to explain everything to me today!"
"..."
Facing the scoundrel-like Demon Yan, Song Lun had no choice but to compromise. Who told Cao Ning to repay kindness with kindness before?
"Okay, okay, why don't you let me give you some advice?"
While talking, Song Lun took out a wrinkled book of life and death from his sleeve robe.
"There is what you want on it. With this thing here, I guarantee that we can find those brats smoothly."
"This is..."
Mo Yan took the book of life and death and looked at it carefully, and found that it was a record book of all the evil spirits who had been demoted to the eighteenth level of purgatory from a thousand years ago to the present.
It clearly states the birthplaces and birthplaces of all the demons who were demoted as evil spirits, including records of all the good and evil deeds they had done during their lifetimes.
"Those who have lost their souls will be automatically removed from the list. You only need to review them one by one according to the list, and you will soon know which evil spirits have escaped."
"Generally speaking, evil spirits like these who have been suppressed for hundreds or even thousands of years are very likely to return to their hometown once they escape. It is not difficult to arrest them according to the map."
"As for the remaining shortfall, I think your precious grandson should be able to make up for it, right?"
When he said this, the corners of Song Lun's mouth raised slightly, as if he had seen through everything.
"Isn't that necessary? This little thing can still..."
Mo Yan, who was belatedly aware of this, looked at Song Lun curiously.
"Hey, that's not right. You old boy is so cunning. You actually hid such a powerful treasure. Why didn't I find it all this time?"
"Is it important?"
Song Lun smiled but did not want to say more, and walked forward with his hands behind his back.
"There is a saying that goes well, if you have many arts, you will not be overwhelmed! Old Devil, I will never owe you the kindness of the Cao family again."
"Don't you put too much pressure on yourself when it comes to art? Yes, you will really put yourself in a good position, just roll it up, it's so polite."
Looking at Song Lun's walking back, Mo Yan couldn't help but murmur to himself.
However, he had to admit that the involution of the underworld was indeed a bit serious.
