C143

It would be more difficult to find a man who did not know Zishan's death than to find a man who did not know his country's president in the world of the living.

I rolled my eyes. "I really don't need you to follow me. I can do it!" As he spoke, he prepared to leave. Less than five steps from the corner, Hanged Ghost, who was dragging a foot of tongue by my side a moment ago, hurried over from the other side.

At this moment, I was facing him, so naturally, I could see his face more clearly than before. His deathly pale face, protruding eyes, and poisoned lips. This combination immediately scared the hell out of me.

They all laughed at Zishan's death.

He stretched out his arm to pull me back to the corner of the street. With a serious expression and a smile, he said to me, "This King will accompany you once I say that I will." After saying that, a light flashed in front of my eyes, and in the blink of an eye, the white feathered clothes that I was wearing transformed into a young man with ancient style, dressed in a purple robe and long, flowing hair.

It was still the same face, but the Sanskrit Roar looked much more alive than his disheveled hair and white feathers. The corner of his mouth rose. Even the blood-red sun wasn't as dazzling as his!

For a moment I did not notice that I was staring at him.

"Don't you like it?" Zishan asked me, who was already dumbfounded.

I quickly shook my head. "No, I, I was just not used to it! You look very good. "

The water body of Zishan turned into a fan and fanned himself leisurely, "Is it very good? "Then I'll just follow you around like this."

At this moment, I recovered my wits and seriously said, "No way, no way. We can still see it that way."

Actually, I wanted to say that if you change your face again, you'd probably be fine.

"Nether Realm ghosts don't just look at one's face. I've already changed the aura on my body, so no matter how close they get to me, they won't be able to tell who I am."

I said skeptically, "Really?"

It's not because I don't know about the affairs of the underworld.

Zi Sang said in peace, "Of course it's true. You want to learn something this time. For the sake of our future, This King will naturally not spoil your plans. Furthermore, in order to prevent This King from leaking his aura, This King has sealed his mana. I'm no match for ordinary ghosts. Therefore, if we are to encounter any danger, I'm afraid we'll have to rely on Yan Nuo to save us. "

I laughed under the cover of Sang Wen's sweat, and punched him in the chest, "I really didn't see that you, a dignified member of the Underworld King's clan, would have such a side to you!"

Zi Sang's voice was calm as he took advantage of the situation to pull out my fist. He placed my fingers on his ice-cold face and said, "There are a lot of things you don't know. Since you've come to the Underworld, I'll let you know."

An electric current pierced through my palm and entered my heart through my blood vessels. The blood that flowed from my heart to my entire body was about to boil!

I used to dream of countless seed sangang version of laughter, some cold, some cool, some warm, some domineering, but I never thought of the name of son sang-peng and how frivolous can hang!

It never even occurred to me that Zishan, the man who had just told me that he was "going to work," would one day express to me such an expression, such a provocative remark.

Even a few days ago, when he had shown me an incongruity to his identity, I had been telling myself that it was only a temporary change of mood.

But, didn't his mood change a bit too much today?

Why did his entire person change! Previously, I could have told myself that I might have known the fake Zishan's death, but today, I feel that I should have told myself that the one in front of me right now is not Zishan's death!

With a flushed face, I abruptly took a step back to distance myself from the purple-clothed youth. After which, I cautiously asked, "Who are you?"

He took another step after me. "Who do you think I am?"

I don't dare to say it, because I'm guilty, and just now I mistook Sang Zhen for you!

All of a sudden, Zishan's phocomelus grabbed me by the waist. Our faces were only a few meters apart from our noses. "Are you ready to let us go to the main street of the Yin Street?" Before I could say anything, the world spun before my eyes.

The sound of the wind was in my ears, and the tip of my nose was the light sandalwood fragrance from when Zi Sang breathed in and out. It should be suitable for girls with blushing faces, closing their eyes, and boys lightly tap on their lips, but in reality, my entire body was stiff in the arms of Zi Sang, and I didn't dare to move at all.

It wasn't fear, it was nervousness.

Until my feet touched the ground, I still had a stiff look on my face. How did Sang'an pick me up and how did I fall back down?

"What's the matter with you?" Zi Sang's head looked at me with interest as he asked.

"Nothing, nothing." The heat on his face was probably more than enough to lay an egg.

We were already on the main street, walking past all sorts of ghosts, but it was different from what I'd seen on the old man's cloud.

I remember when I was in the sky looking at these ghosts, many of them looked pretty good, many of them were well-dressed and well-dressed.

Back and forth, almost eight out of ten people died wearing the same face. The remaining two looked as if they had been groomed in a funeral home. It looked fine, but there was a broken foundation under a thick layer of powder.

My legs began to give out again.

Zi Sang's body was naturally used to this kind of scene. He saw a restaurant from afar and pulled me by the arm as we walked towards that restaurant. I was caught off guard and almost stumbled from his pull. I hurriedly calmed my mind and followed his footsteps.

It was then that I finally took a good look at the whole street, and there was a great deal of doubt in my mind.

When he walked in, he realized that it was completely different from the last time he came. I wonder if we were on Yinjie the last time.

Although the sky was still gray, the street we were walking on was not as lively as the street we were walking on in the underworld.

There were many hawkers hawking their wares along the streets. All kinds of goods were displayed in front of everyone's eyes. It was even more lively than the streets of the mortal world. By the side of the street, there were all kinds of shops. Some were selling feathered clothing, others were selling cloth. There were also many restaurants and tea shops standing by the side of the street.

I actually saw a candy seller at the entrance of a teahouse! It was just that the sugar figurine's color was a bit too bright. It was bright red.

I was dragged to the restaurant he had taken a fancy to. The ancient redwood building had three floors. Each floor was roughly three meters tall, and the highest floor had a exposed platform. The carved railings were like crafts, surrounding the edge of the platform. There was a redwood wind on the eaves of the house. It was too far away, so it could not be seen clearly. However, one could tell just by looking at the contours of the house that one would only be able to see such a wind in a museum.

I looked away from the corner of the roof. I didn't know if it was an illusion, but I thought I saw a woman standing in the corner of the third-floor platform, looking at us.

As I entered the restaurant, I saw four large characters carved from wood on the wall. They were so bold that I couldn't close my eyes for a moment.

I don't know what these words mean, but I know whose words they are! Those were the words that shocked my eyes!

As a word control, I don't need to get a real copy of this person's handwriting. Even if I only get a copy, I can frame it and admire it every day!

I excitedly dragged back the Sang Shen who had been dragging me along, and pointed at the words with trembling fingers, "Is this the real thing?"

Zi Sang An didn't know why I was so agitated, but he looked at those words again and replied casually, "Of course. And the writer is here. "

"Can I see him?" "No," I said.

Zi Sang's suspicious eyes seemed to have turned cold. He frowned and asked, "Why are you seeing him?" None of you are of the same generation, and you don't know him. "

Why don't I know him! Wang Xizhi! Wang Yigao was a scholar during the Eastern Jin Dynasty! The deities of the Orchestra of the Orders of the Orders of the Orders of the Orders of the Orders!

My eyes are probably on fire, like a schoolboy chasing after a star who has heard that my idol is having dinner with me at the same restaurant, and would like to get an autograph even if he has to climb over the wall!

Furthermore, this idol of mine has already disappeared from the human world a hundred years ago.

I can imagine how I feel!

Ignoring the slight rise of displeasure in Zishan's eyes, I shook his arm and begged, "Can I see him? Can I see him! Zishan's death

"Call me Zi Ye." Zishan said to me with a sullen face.

"Alright, Zi Ye, can I see the man who wrote it?" I continued my request.

My head was spinning with excitement, and I ignored Zishan's darkening face and blinked in front of him like a little dog that has caught a whiff of bone.

In his words, if I had a tail, I would have shouted all over the world with my tail wagging!

His eyes twitched. He didn't say yes or no, but held my hand and led me to a room on the third floor. Passing by on the second floor, I saw a huge stage set up in the lobby, where three people who could at least see it were chattering and singing something.

However, back then, I had been thinking about Wang Xizhi and those few words, so I didn't have the mood to watch any drama. I only lamented that this Underworld sure knows how to enjoy life. As for how we managed to get up the stairs without them, I had no idea.

Zishan pulled me into the booth, pressed my shoulder against the chair, and then went to the door and pushed it open, cutting off my eyes.

He stood gloomily in the doorway. The gaze I used to look outside the door finally landed on his face, causing me to jump in fright.

Why was he so serious?