"Qin Susu, I didn't give you a chance. Evil ghosts are easy to deal with. Now the little ghost I raised is backlash, and even I can't save you!"
After Fu Youzhi finished speaking to Qin Susu, she looked at Po Meng again. She was dressed in an extremely noble moon-white divine robe, and her small face reflected in it was crystal clear and holy.
"You and I have never had any deep grudges. Since I took charge, our Temple of Wealth has always been very tolerant towards the underworld. It's because of your own lack of heart that you now dare to harm innocent mortals at the foot of Beicheng's dragon veins!"
"You are so ignorant of good and evil. I will definitely not tolerate you any longer. Today, I will let the golden arrow of the God of Wealth, which represents merit and karma, send you ashes! Fly! Smoke! Destroy!"
As soon as Fu Youzhi finished speaking, a huge golden vortex appeared in the sky directly above Fu Youzhi. The vortex was so large that it almost encompassed the entire North City.
In the whirlpool, a golden arrow spanning the sky and the earth hung in front of Po Meng.
This was the first time that Fu Youzhi punished someone in the name of the God of Wealth. The heaven and earth trembled. The bright moon was lightless, and in the dark sky, the light of the God of Wealth's golden arrows was extremely sharp.
As if to support the Temple of Wealth, rumbling thunder sounded all around.
Accompanied by a ferocious bolt of lightning, the God of Wealth's golden arrow turned into a dazzling golden light, and with the roar of the nine gods, "crackling", the firelight splashed, almost lighting up the entire night in Beicheng, and rushed straight towards Po Meng.
The golden arrow was as fast as a ghost, instantly lighting up the eyes of several people. Po Meng had no way to avoid it, no way to hide, her soul was light, it seemed slow, but in fact she was incredibly fast...
She dodged and floated behind Gu Yanchen, who had been standing beside Fu Youzhi.
There was a loud "click"!
The golden arrow pierced by the Nine Heavens God of Wealth himself pierced Gu Yanchen's chest. The golden arrow passed through his chest, flying a blood mark and penetrating his whole body before finally piercing into Po Meng's ghost body.
"Hahahaha, Fu Youzhi, don't think you have won. Haven't you always thought he was your god? You fool, gods never enter reincarnation when they die, they only turn into mountains and rivers! He is not you at all.
The reincarnation of the god!"
"But you still like him, don't you? That's great, I'll take his soul and give it to me! Martyr! Bury!"
"Remember, never forget, he was killed by an arrow in his chest,"
"Hahahaha..." The ferocious laughter disappeared from the human world, the door to the underworld opened, and Po Meng turned into an afterimage and disappeared into the dark underworld.
Fu Youzhi's body trembled. She didn't dare to look or face Gu Yanchen who was lying on the ground.
It's all because of her...
She could have killed Qin Susu and Meng Po earlier, and there would not have been such complications!
It's all because of her...
That arrow was thrust out by her.
Fu Youzhi went crazy and lost all sense. It seemed like there were countless chaotic people talking around her, but she couldn't hear them all.
There is only one thing in my mind:
She killed Gu Yanchen by mistake...
Her god!
Fu Youzhi went completely crazy. He spat out a mouthful of divine blood glowing with golden light, jumped down from the rooftop of Sky Cloud Nine, and slapped the ground with his thin palms.
"The God of Wealth has arrived, and the underworld is wide open! The ghosts retreat! Kneel down!"
Fu Youzhi opened the door to the ghost world with one palm, her petite body supported by a God of Wealth crown, followed by dozens of God of Wealth deacons.
All the ghosts were frozen in silence, and the stewards of the underworld knelt on the ground in fear. Only the Lord of the Underworld, Mo Beiyuan, sat on the lonely and cold throne of the Lord of the Underworld, watching her try her best to restrain herself from collapsing again...
"I don't know the God of Wealth..." Mo Beiyuan's voice, which was born without any emotion, was a bit dry, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Fu Youzhi's cold voice.
"If something happens, I'll find someone."
"There is no one here." Mo Beiyuan glanced at the desolate underworld.
"I'm looking for ghosts!" Fu Youzhi bit her lower lip, the corners of her eyes turned red, and she restrained her crying.
"There is no ghost you are looking for." Mo Beiyuan shook his head in disappointment. If that person was really a ghost, then Lord Ming could single-handedly control that person's life and death.
"You lied to me, you lied to me again!" Fu Youzhi went completely crazy. The divine power in her hand went wild and smashed the entire underworld to pieces. She found his book of life and death and flipped through it in a panic.
"Your Majesty the God of Wealth, I will not lie to you. Thousands of years ago, the god you were looking for had turned into mountains, rivers, and lakes. Today, the person you are looking for is not in my underworld. You
I’ve never found the wrong one…”
"Impossible, impossible!" Fu Youzhi frantically threw the book of life and death into the River of Forgetfulness, and an immortal lock trapped Mo Beiyuan on the throne of Hades.
"I have to find him if he goes down to hell!"
As Fu Youzhi said this, he was about to jump into the turbulent River of Forgetfulness.
"Gardenia!"
"Zhizhi, wake up! I'm not dead!"
she,
His eyes were dull and lifeless.
His body was covered in dripping blood and water stains.
The heavy divine robe and crown were in a mess, and dirty water flowed from his long hair.
She was dripping wet, as if she had just been fished out of a sea of blood...
"Gardenia..."
No matter how he called her name, she always had a dull look on her face and murmured to herself,
"Gu Yanchen,"
"The Forgotten River is dark and cold, don't be afraid, wait for me, I will light your way home..."
"Gu Yanchen, I must die with you, or else I will die in the next life." A drop of blood and tears fell from Fu Youzhi's eyes, stained on his pale face, and it was so beautiful that it was breathtaking.
"Where can I find you?"
"Zhizhi, dear baby,...can you wake up a little?"
Gu Yanchen was shot in the chest by an arrow just now. Even he thought he was going to die. Unexpectedly, the golden arrow pierced his chest and did not cause any harm.
But in front of her, Fu Youzhi went crazy.
He knelt in front of her, hugged her thin body tightly, and almost rubbed her into the bone marrow. His throat was so hoarse that his face was instantly filled with tears.
"Zhizhi, I'm not dead, look at me..."
As if she really heard his words, Fu Youzhi slowly raised her eyes, her bright purple eyes full of the joy and excitement of regaining something.
"Gu Yanchen?"
"Is Gu Yanchen really you?"
"Gu Yanchen..." She hugged him back tightly, biting his shoulder with a pair of shell teeth, and whimpered like a little beast that had finally returned home after being lost for thousands of miles.
"Gu Yanchen, don't be afraid,"
"I will always be by your side, don't be afraid,"
"Even if you become a lonely ghost, don't be afraid."
"I'll raise you, I'll raise you to be immortal for a hundred years, I'll raise you to have stability in this world."
"I raise you with my supreme godhead. You can eat my divine blood, parasitize my flesh and blood, and consume my spiritual power... I don't want this god's body anymore, I will support you..."
Fu Youzhi knelt down in front of him, her extremely arrogant head slightly resting on his knees, her hands trembling uncontrollably.
The voice is desperate, but also filled with lyricism and satisfaction,
"I was raised until I withered into a pile of wasteland, and I buried this handful of your Xiaoxiang gentleman's bones, although they are smelly and hard, but they are neat and elegant..."