Four men in black armor clasped their fists at Sikong at the same time, and then smiled and said, "It's rare that I still remember our lonely ghosts!"

A rustling sound came from around the ancestral hall, and Sikong Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, "If you still recognize me, leave here quickly."

Hearing this, the four of them looked at each other, then raised their right hands at the same time, with a deep scar on their palms. "We made a vow to never reincarnate if we do not avenge this revenge. Today, our enemies are here, and we will kill Guhuang even if we are scattered."

The four of them made a sound, and the doors and windows of the ancestral hall were clattered by the momentum of the four of them. Sikong smiled and frowned, "Do you think it's possible to have me here? Don't make unnecessary sacrifices."

The ghost general wearing black armor raised his lips and smiled. The crazy dragon stepped forward and said, "After the master's admonition, we will naturally not make unnecessary sacrifices."

Hum? Sikong smiled and his mind was even more alert.

The strong wind then bowed, "We are here now just to care about the Master's past love, so please leave quickly."

"What does this mean?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sikong Xiao suddenly felt a pain behind his back. Then a low roar like a ghost or a beast came from his ear. He was pressed to the ground while the strong wind hit, and his hands tied the neck from behind.

Sikong Xiao turned his head and saw Sikong Huang's eyes that became ferocious because of his blood, as if he was irritated by something.

I was shocked and didn't dare to use spiritual power to protect myself for a while, for fear of hurting Sikong Huang, whose soul was not stable. But why? I had clearly checked those soul incense...

The serene voice became more and more obvious. Sikong Xiao knew something was wrong and looked up in a hurry. He saw that the four people at the door had disappeared without a trace, and followed by dense evil spirits!

Sikong laughed and cursed lowly, not caring about seeing what was wrong with Sikong Huang. He turned over and waved his sleeves to take Sikong Huang away his soul body, and then flew to the three rows of stone tablets in the ancestral hall, and swept his sleeves to sweep away all the soul incense.

"Ting'er!"

Sikong Xiao suddenly looked back and saw Lei Linjun rushing towards him to kill the evil spirit. Jin Dianya behind him controlled the sky fire and burned the soul without realism.

"Why are you here?"

Sikong Xiao flew over to Lei Linjun and Jin Dianya. When the evil ghosts met the hell flame beside Sikong Xiao, they didn't even have the chance to scream and turned into ashes...

"It was the Ghost Emperor who asked us to come!"

Jin Dianya turned her head and looked at Sikong and said, "The four ghost generals are preparing to invade the human world at this moment. The Ghost Emperor goes to restrain him. Before leaving, he asked me to tell you: The safety of the ghost world is of great importance. I hope you don't forget this anyway."

"I see."

Sikong Xiao protected his sleeves and turned around and brought a sea of ​​hellfire. Without a breath, there was no ghost in front of him. "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, so let's leave quickly!"

Jin Nianya looked at the scene in front of her and sighed: "Hellfire is really the nemesis of the ghost world."

*

Yong'an Imperial City

Yongle Palace

A blue light passed through the sky, followed by several more spiritual lights. Sikong Xiao's figure appeared in the air, flashed into the bedroom, and immediately closed the hall door and set up a ban, but no one could follow in.

"Miss Xiaoxiao, is this?" Zhang Feng asked, looking at the closed hall gate.

Li Feng glanced at him indifferently and said indifferently: "Miss Xiaoxiao has brought back his master's soul from the ghost world. The master will wake up later."

Qiu Feiye, who was standing beside him, immediately knelt down at the gate of the hall, and cried with the old ministers with joy, shouting: "Long live Her Majesty, Long live Her Majesty, Long live Her Majesty, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years…"

*

The restriction set up blocked all the sounds. Sikong Xiao entered the bedroom and stood silently in the center of the hall, looking around carefully for the first time.

… “The name of that palace is Yongle Palace. I hope you will be safe and happy forever.”

The gentle voice seemed to be echoing in my ears, but at this moment the palace was so cold that there was no trace of warmth.

Sikong Xiao walked towards the bed, stroked the blue gauze curtain, and whispered to himself: "This Yongle Palace is the palace you built for me, but unfortunately... I can only watch this time seriously."

Turning his sleeves and put the man in white on the bed, Sikong Xiao waved his sleeves and released Sikong Huang's soul.

Sikong Huang shook his head and looked at Sikong with some confusion, "I just seemed to have lost control?"

Sikong frowned slightly, "I can't find out the reason either. Maybe something in the ancestral hall affected your spiritual consciousness..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, hurry up and go into your body, I will help you resurrect yourself!"

Sikong Xiao looked at Sikong Huang in anticipation, but the latter took a small step back.

"What's wrong?" Sikong was stunned, and walked forward a few steps to Sikong Huang, "Don't worry, I will definitely resurrect you."

Sikong Huang was silent for a moment, looked up at his body lying on the bed, "Can I think of those lost memories after resurrection?"

Feeling the hesitation of the person in front of him, Sikong Xiao felt a soreness in his heart, but he smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if he can't remember it, I will always be by your side."

Sikong Huang paused slightly, then he walked to the bed without saying a word, and slowly sat down in his body.

“Buzz…”

The six soul-locking rings began to operate at the right time, and Sikong Huang's soul gradually faded...

Just as the soul was about to return to her position, she suddenly looked at Sikong Xiao, and her clear and indifferent eyes became extremely deep and heavy, as if she wanted to engrave the person in front of her in her soul, and she would never forget the cycle of reincarnation for a lifetime.

Sikong Xiao's eyes turned red immediately after seeing this. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but until Sikong Huang's soul completely disappeared into the air, she still couldn't bear to say those two words to Sikong Huang-

"goodbye."

When the soul returns to its position, Sikong Huang's body becomes agile in an instant, like the finishing touch. A flawless work of art suddenly has a soul.

Sikong Xiao walked to the bed, watched Sikong Huang's slowly rolling eyelids for a moment, then flicked his long sleeves, leaned down on Sikong Huang, closed his eyes, and rushed towards Sikong Huang like a sea of ​​backflow...

I don’t know how long it took, Sikong Xiao opened his eyes and felt as heavy as lead in his body. She stood up, took out a small jade bottle, pulled it open, and put the jade bottle to Sikong Huang’s lips.

Just as she was about to raise her hand, Sikong stopped laughing, and she felt her hand trembling.

If this bottle is gone, Sister Huang will never be able to remember herself again... But if she doesn't, how can Sister Huang deal with herself once she dies?

Thinking of this, Sikong Xiao strengthened his determination, gently pierced Sikong Huang's lips, poured all the liquid in the jade bottle in. Seeing Sikong Huang Yu's neck slightly moving, Sikong Xiao fell to the bed like he was exhausted.

"Forget the water of the river, you can't touch it... forget the past..."

"If you forget the water of the river, you can't drink it... you can cut off your roots in one drink."
Chapter completed!