The other eunuchs took the dog-leg appearance of the black and white messenger into their eyes, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of their eyes and mouth, sighed and looked away.

Do you know that a human woman is such a dog-legged Lord of Hell? Don't worry about getting skinned and cramping and throwing it to be fed to beasts.

The black-and-white messenger waved to the other emissaries, and used a smartphone to scan the unicorn army to see if the information was correct.

Looking at the large number of unicorn army, the emissaries all felt that their heads were heavy, and the workload was really not ordinary.

Yan Zhixu sat on the chair and waited for a long time until the policemen finished checking the identity of the Qilin Army.

She stood up, her voice clearly reaching each of them's ears, "Go, this prosperous and powerful country welcomes you."

She believes that the reincarnated unicorns will still stick to their hearts and become the sharpest knives of the motherland, guarding every territory of the motherland and defending the homeland and the country.

"thanks!"

"thanks!"

"thanks!"

...

Reincarnated and reincarnated, the unicorn army was not sad, but seemed to have been beaten with blood, with infinite expectations for the new life.

Everything was checked, and the black and white messenger threw out the chains in their hands, and the chains wrapped around them, detaining their souls.

The two envoys politely bid farewell to Yan Zhixu and walked towards the giant gate of the underworld with the mighty Qilin army.

Suddenly, the white messenger paused slightly, and there was a trace of doubt and worry on his face.

This power... that unidentified adult is also nearby?

Seeing that the black messenger didn't keep up, he turned back impatiently and urged, with a turbulent mood, "What's the matter? Grinding!"

"What are you urging, urging ghosts!"

The white messenger retracted his thoughts and hurried forward, skipping the others and walking quickly at the front.

The rest of the Yin difference: "???"

How could he go so fast? Could it be that there are flood beasts chasing the white messenger behind him?

Black Messenger: "..."

You are a ghost, why are you still scolding yourself?

He shook his head quite emotionally, speeding up to keep up with the white messenger.

Yan Zhixu felt sleepy when he saw the guards and the unicorn army stepped into the gate of the underworld and disappeared from sight.

She raised her hand to cover her mouth, yawned, and walked to the upstairs room. After washing, she pulled the quilt and lay down to sleep.

——

South of Wushan Village.

In the dilapidated two-story house, the light in one office was still on, and the others had already fallen asleep, and the surroundings were dim, and this light was particularly conspicuous in the dark.

Fu Shimo was wearing a black nightgown, sitting on a hard chair, holding the mouse, and staring at the screen to check the information.

He seemed to feel something, put down the mouse in his hand and got up from his seat.

He walked to the window, opened the simple curtains, and looked at the dark and gloomy scenery outside the window. The night was dark and silent.

Tonight seems to be different than usual.

Fu Shimo's long and narrow eyes had a dark enamel of unknown meaning, and he rubbed his slender fingers with clear bones.

Scenes and scenes reappeared in my mind. In the majestic and infinitely cold hall, the pair of master and apprentice were playing chess.

On the chessboard, black and white pieces are criss-crossed, and murderous intentions are displayed everywhere, and the outcome is indistinguishable.

"It's getting clearer."

Fu Shimo's Adam's apple wriggled and let out a sigh. He lowered the curtains and turned off the computer. He picked up his mobile phone and turned off the lights before returning to the bedroom.

During this time, I remembered more and more pictures, and the sense of picture is no longer particularly blurred, but I still can't see the appearance of the master and apprentice.