The Netherworld has been a little unpeaceful lately, and people seem to be panicked everywhere.

"I heard that the Stygian Mountain War Domain has recently started another forced conquest, have you heard?"

In a tattered roadside tea house, there are only four or five broken tables, and the shoddy tea is barely a little hot, but fortunately, the drinkers are not paying attention to the tea, and sighing worriedly: "When will this day end!"

Sitting on the table was a monk dressed as a scribe, his pale face revealing his identity as a ghost cultivator, and when he heard this, he lowered his voice and said, "No need to hear, this matter has been confirmed." The 100,000 ghosts in the 100,000 mountains of the Immortal Mountain Domain have all been driven into the Underworld Battle Domain, and a friend of mine in the Hidden Capital has also sent news that the ghost army raised in the black water outside the Hidden Capital has been assembled and has also driven to the Battle Domain. ”

"Ahh

"And this?!"

"When did it happen?"

His table was full of four people, all of whom were in the Jindan period, and the other three all exclaimed in unison, and asked busily: "Didn't you say that Emperor Zhaoyang had been in retreat since he was seriously injured more than two hundred years ago, why did he suddenly make a big move?"

"Don't you know yet?" said the scribe in surprise: "This time the forcible conquest is said to be because our side lost in the Stygian Mountain Battle Domain, and an old monster in the Merge Period was killed in a big battle, and the Long Hate Pass also fell into the hands of Qing Ming. Therefore, as soon as those old monsters gave an order, the entire interface of the Nine Shadows would be reinforced. Therefore, not only the Youdu, but also the forces of several other ghost emperors may also move later. ”

The man who spoke first looked out of the tea house, and saw a black mountain in the distance that reached into the sky shrouded in turbid mist, which looked extremely gloomy.

The location of this tea house is very peculiar, it is located in a narrow mountain pass, which just blocks this mountain pass, so there is a door at both ends, and there is a passage in the middle.

He looked at the blind hunchbacked old man who was guarding by the fireside at the entrance of the mountain pass, his heart froze, and he hurriedly withdrew his gaze, and asked, "What about our Senluo City? Even if there are tens of millions of low-level ghosts and ghost armies, what is the use of going to the battle domain? Our Netherworld is the lowest interface of the Nine Shadows, but it is just to send them to death." ”

Turning his head, he swept to the table next to him, where a young male cultivator in plain green clothes sat alone, his expression detached and flat. He was slightly stunned, and found that he couldn't see this person's cultivation for a while, so he couldn't help but stare at it twice.

As if sensing his gaze, the male cultivator in Tsing Yi turned his head to see that a pair of black eyes were cold and deep, which inexplicably made him dare not look at him, so he turned back and continued to listen to his companion as if he had nothing to do.

"I think I'll send someone too, right?" the other said uncertainly: "There are too many little minions, and you can't be underestimated, have you forgotten the battle in Huangquan Valley in the past?"

"Ridiculous!" A black-robed ghost cultivator who had not spoken suddenly said: "I think it's better to worry about ourselves, if we are sent to a place like the Stygian Mountain Battle Domain, we will all go to die on our backs!"

Several people couldn't help but frown and sighed.

"Alas, the Holy Father has not appeared in front of people for hundreds of years, not to say that the last time the Spiritual Garden was opened, the other Quartet Ghost Emperors opened the legendary immortal burial, but there is only one Saint Father, I doubt it...... Our Senluo City has been about to be squeezed out of the sphere of influence of the Five Ghost Emperors all these years, isn't this even worse?"

As soon as these words came out, the other three were startled, and they wanted to pounce on him and cover his mouth. Several people turned their heads to look at the hunchbacked old man at the door, and couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief when they saw that he was still sitting there slowly shaking the pu fan in his hand.

"Shhhh

"Yes, you don't want to, and don't bother me and wait!"

"Suspect something, there are some things that should be swallowed in the stomach, don't talk nonsense!"

The man who spoke closed his mouth and said unwillingly: "What are you afraid of, the old blind man is very safe here." ”

The other three looked at him like fools, and decided to turn around and cut off contact with him.

"The Holy Father is fortunate not to go to the Immortal Burial of Nalaoshzi, you see that Emperor Zhaoyang and Emperor Luo Di were seriously injured one after another, and after coming out, they have been in retreat until now. It is said that a few other Yuan babies also went in, but none of them came out. ”

"Also, for more than two hundred years, we have had a chance to breathe in Senluo City, Youdu and Luo Yu Mountain are silent, Wang Zhenren of Xuanqiu has never been born, and Xuanji Niangniang of Yintian Palace summoned his subordinates to a small interface to loot, and now the situation of my Senluo City is much better than before. ”

"What's good, if Miss Hongshang is not promoted to the Ghost Emperor for a day, Senluo City will be ......"

The scribe shook his head and said no more.

The others were also a little worried, and they had no interest in talking, so they silently drank a few sips of the leftover tea that had already been cold, and then hurried to the black mountain in the distance, and when they went out, they all saluted the blind hunchbacked old man.

The old man didn't lift his head, and didn't move as if he was really blind.

The tea house was silent, only the old man at the door and the male cultivator in Tsing Yi at the other table had been silent.

The male cultivator in Tsing Yi is naturally Liu Qinghuan, he has been in retreat for more than 200 years, and he has always mentioned his cultivation to the middle of the Yuan Infant before leaving the customs.

Coming out of the Void Mountain, the people who were waiting outside to rob were naturally dispersed, he inquired about the news, and then went all the way to Senluo City, passing by this dilapidated tea house, suddenly his expression moved, pressed the cloud head and walked in, and listened to an ear of gossip.

The tea in his hand was not brown at all, it was like white water, but Liu Qinghuan was not dissatisfied, and took a sip leisurely and occasionally.

At this moment, the hunchbacked old man at the door stood up tremblingly and walked towards the table where the few people were sitting just now, obviously to clean up the tea bowls on the table.

There were only a few steps from the door to the table, but every step of the old man was extremely difficult, as if the camel on his back weighed a thousand pounds, and the old body was about to fall apart, so every step had to be brewed for a long time, and people were very anxious.

It's a pity that Liu Qinghuan was the only one watching at this time, but his eyes were lowered, as if he was in deep thought, and he turned a blind eye to it completely.

The tea house that leaked on all sides could be heard at this time, as if even the air had frozen, and then there was an invisible weight that came out of nowhere, and only the slight cracking sound of the reed mats hanging on the wall was heard.

And Liu Qinghuan seemed to be blind, ignoring the strange phenomenon of the tea in the tea bowl on the table collapsing in the middle and rising on both sides, picked it up steadily, and took another sip slowly.

The weight came and went suddenly, and the cool yin wind leaked in through the gap in the reed mat again, blowing up a strand of hair scattered from Liu Qinghuan's head.

The teahouse regained its calm again, and the hunchbacked old man finally walked to the side table and slowly cleaned up the tea bowls on the table.

"Why do guests come to my Senluo City?"

A voice as rough as the tea bowl on the table suddenly sounded, Liu Qinghuan raised his head, and saw the old man looking at him with a pair of gray and cloudy eyes.

Liu Qinghuan looked at him quietly, and said after a while: "I want to see the red clothes." ”

A hint of sarcasm appeared on the hunchbacked old man's face: "Then you came to the wrong place, Hongshang is from Luo Yu Mountain, you should go to Luo Yu Mountain." ”

Liu Qinghuan's eyes quickly flashed a light, and he said leisurely: "In my opinion, Hongshang has always been a person from your Senluo City, and you can see that those people just now think that Hongshang is the hope of Senluo City's rise again." ”

The old man had already turned around and spat out two words in an indifferent tone: "No." ”

Liu Qinghuan smiled disapprerovingly: "Okay, I'll meet the red-robed sister Su Luo." ”