Chapter 122: Sweet Little Mouth

Chapter 122: Sweet Little Mouth

The strange expression of Lianshan Jing surprised Helan Zhen.

Even if the netherworld is indeed extraordinary, the emperor will not react like this, will she?

She could not help but shout, "Your Majesty!?"

Two calls in a row brought Lianshan Jing back to her mind.

"Oh? Oh... Where were we just now?" Lianshan Jing sorted out her expression and recovered her composure. "Go on."

"..." Helan Zhen was a little speechless, but the character of the emperor was special, and it was not surprising that she occasionally did amazing things.

She could only sigh and continue, "The netherworld created by the Wolf God is by no means an unusual small world."

"Its vast territory and special internal rules can't be built overnight. Moreover, the existence of the reincarnation path has unpredictable powers."

"If we can exploit and use it, maybe..."

Helan Zhen didn't continue because it was difficult to say.

Lianshan Jing didn't avoid it and directly answered. "You just wanted to say that if this reincarnation path can be opened to all people in the world, there will be no soul disease in the future?"

"What are you worried about? The Wolf God is not a mean person. What's the harm even if you say it?"

Lianshan Jing said, "And why does the wolf god suddenly want to take you to see the netherworld? It really just happens to happen? Oh..."

Lianshan Jing smiled and said, "I've been with the Wolf God for some time, and I know him a little."

"Although this guy is noble and upright, he is sometimes as childish as an urchin."

"His netherworld is so strange. If it is only used to deal with enemies, why should it be so complicated?"

"In addition, all the special features of the netherworld are of great benefit to the soul of the dead... Why does he bother to make so many fancy things?"

Lianshan Jing raised a finger, shook it, and said, "You are not the only one who wants to cure the Soul-Diffusion. Someone had wanted to change all these many years ago, so this strange ghost world came into being."

Hearing this, Helan Zhen at the door couldn't help rolling her eyes and feeling powerless in her heart.

No matter how many times she faces the emperor, she still felt helpless to her character...

In the early hours of the night, the red-haired woman marched toward the capital of the country at an extremely fast pace, leaving Fushan city behind.

In the small courtyard behind the Fire God Temple, Lu Heng, who didn't know that Lianshan Jing had come, still sat in the courtyard, quietly flipping through the bamboo slips in his hands and deducing the cultivation skills recorded in them.

On the bank of the torrential river, the people of the Wu clan, dressed in filial piety clothes, knelt down on the Bank of the river in turn to cry and send the old man's soul off.

However, the old man Wu whom they cried for was now lying in the small courtyard room behind the Fire God Temple, thinking about the Wu clan, with pain and regret in his eyes.

At the Wu clan's mansion, the two brothers, who had just returned from the riverside, were angrily scolding each other. In the noisy room, a cold-faced middle-aged woman finally kicked the door and walked in, frightening the two people who were scolding each other.

"Second... Second sister..."

"No, second sister... I'm not..."

In the two brothers pleas for mercy, the noise of the Wu clan's mansion was temporarily quiet.

But when the servants and the people looked at each other in amazement, they didn't know how long this silence could last and which side they would stand on next.

Outside Fushan City, two figures came in the night.

Walking ahead to lead the way was a burly man named Zhang Da who followed the second young master of the Wu clan.

He was leading a horse, and on its back sat a graceful and slender figure.

If Lu Heng were here, he would surely feel this figure familiar.

"Hee hee... Is this Fushan city?"

The figure on the horse smiled softly and said, "Although I have passed by several times, I dare not enter at will if you don't guide me."

Zhang Da, who led the horse, said with a smile, "Grandma, don't be joking. Even that Wuzhu Helan Zhen dares not be presumptuous in front of you. It's your kindness that you didn't kill the Wizards in the city in the past. They should thank you."

"Hee hee..." the figure on the horse's back chuckled and nodded with satisfaction. "Sweet little mouth. Good, your grandma likes to hear it."