The ugly and dark-skinned boy woke up, and the white tent that caught his eyes were the gauze and white beams carved with golden auspicious beasts. He turned his head slightly, but it was an unmanned house.

In the house is a unique wooden table carved by Zhang Xie, a dressing table for women on the corner, and on the other side is a bed for concubines to lie down.

The coffee table in front of the bed was filled with playful jade carp, and the window ridge was turned up a little.

A thread of cold wind blowing in, and the heavy snow that washes the world in the wind.

The boy had a split headache. He had forgotten who he was, but he felt that his body and soul could not merge, and he felt a sense of trance. However, his instinct made him grit his teeth, lift the quilt, endured the severe pain of tearing all over his body, and slowly walked out of the bed, swept his eyes, and soon saw a booklet on the table.

His mind moved and he dragged his steps over.

Wherever there is a record, it is the most direct source of information.

Turning a page.

That's a diary.

Handwriting is beautiful.

The boy sat in a round chair and quickly looked.

Flip page by page.

The boy probably understood that this was about a mother abandoning her son because she was too ugly, then trapped somewhere, and then being rescued by strangers and being able to leave and start over.

Afterwards, the mother knew that the son she disliked had a great prospect. She felt a little regretful and wanted to surrender to her son again, but she couldn't bear to worry. She could only urge her adopted son every day. However, no matter how hard the adopted son tried, she could not compare to her own son, if she began to suffer.

However, one day, she suddenly linked the causes and consequences, and found that the stranger who saved her was her biological son.

Because it seems that her son is so powerful that everyone in the world, she knows this continent, and she also knows that her son's growth trajectory is different from that of ordinary children.

Her heart was filled with regret, but in the end she returned to peace. She just wanted to live like this for a lifetime. After all, she had no shame to find her successful son again. If she went there, she would be considered to be greedy for wealth.

The boy watched quietly.

A split headache.

But at least he was sure that he had encountered something and was saved by the owner of this family.

And the mistress of this family is also strange.

Suddenly he heard footsteps coming from a distance. He hurriedly got up, then huddled into the bed, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

After waiting for a long time, the strange voice continued.

The boy quietly opened a crack in his eyes.

He was suddenly shocked.

Because it was still daylight just now, it was already midnight now.

There was no wind in the room, but the pages of the diary on the desktop were rumbling.

squeak...

The sound of pushing the door is like a heart-wrenching.

The crack in the door was slightly pushed open, revealing a black gap that was creeping.

A "tick tick" sound came from outside the gap.

It seemed that something was drooling.

...

...

"The star soul can attract the covetousness of the curse, just like blood drops falling into the shark group, so...

Xia Ji, you must wear this hat to cover your forehead.

Otherwise, they will be seen by the big curses.

Put it on!" Bai Yanluo screamed.

Xia Ji looked at the black top hat in front of him. A cute Q-version pale face appeared in the middle of the top hat. His weird pupils turned into large white pearls, and his small mouth was raised to both sides, as if he was making a malicious smile.

If you look closely, this is Bai Yanluo's face, and on both sides of the face there are black nightmare galloping into two lines.

This top hat is obviously extraordinary, not just a decorative function, nor is it a physical one.

Seeing Xia Ji staring at the pale face of the Q version, Bai Yanluo screamed: "Stop looking, put it on."

Xia Ji was complaining wildly in his heart.

When I first met you, you gave me a license to live in the underworld, and I just thought you were a big terror.

Then, you have been maintaining a mysterious and cold boss like a ghost king.

Later, with the 20-year agreement between you and me, I have regarded you as one of the goals that I must kill in the future.

No matter how you look at it, you are not an existence that should draw the "q version of yourself".

"Put it on! I have a bad temper, I'm going to get angry!" Bai Yanluo continued to scream.

Xia Ji:...

King Yama said to himself, "She is about to get angry"??

After thinking about it, he still put on this hat.

Bai Yanluo was satisfied and asked again: "Is it comfortable?"

Xia Ji felt it, and felt that in addition to the star soul on his forehead, he also had a strange cover covering him close to his body.

"That is to prevent the death energy from invading the soul body.

Moreover, if you go to the human world and have such a hat, you can resist the dragon energy to a certain extent.

In addition, there is my breath on it. If you wear it, no one will provoke you.

"Bai Yanluo began to introduce, "I customized this kind of hat."

"Death energy? Isn't it nightmare energy?"

"right."

Both of them floated forward while talking.

Xia Ji wore a top hat, showing a strange gentlemanly style.

Black top hat and white cloak are just one cane...

"Can you still customize hats in the underworld?" Xia Ji asked again.

Bai Yanluo smiled hysterically: "You don't know much."

As they were talking, there were also many black shadows around the two of them, with different shapes.

But those weird shadows obviously recognize Bai Yanluo.

And Bai Yanluo was obviously famous for his reputation, and the shadows got out early and gave up an empty way.

soon.

The two came to a Yuankou that was connected up and down.

Going up, there is a hole where light gradually appears.

Going down, there is a deeper and deeper abyss.

There were many strange shadows around them, but the place where the White Yama was was empty.

Xia Ji asked: "They are afraid of you?"

Bai Yanluo screamed and responded: "I have a bad temper. If I get angry, I will eat them."

Xia Ji thought about it.

Suddenly, a sentence came out: "Is it delicious?"

Bai Yanluo suddenly turned his head, rolling his eyes and rolling.

Xia Ji coughed twice, then looked at the abyss that was connected up and down in front of him, and changed the topic: "Is this the place where the funeral is held?"

He remembered what Demon Mountain said to him when he was in the Sawtooth Abyss.

Every five years, only three people have the opportunity to hold funerals.

After passing the funeral, you can step into the fourth level and become extraordinary.

Before, he was thinking about how to attend the funeral so that he could go deep into the underworld.

But unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, I was already standing beside the big curse and watching someone else hold a funeral...

"How can the funeral be considered successful?"

Xia Ji asked based on the idea of ​​knowing the underworld more questions.

Bai Yanluo screamed: "Depending on the host's preferences, some hosts like to eat two, so the rest can become extraordinary.

Some people only like to eat one, and then two can become extraordinary.”

Xia Ji:...
To be continued...