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With two crisp bangs, the entire room went dark, except for the three of us. Above us, a spotlight shone down so that we could see each other clearly.

I stood between the two of them, both of which could be approached by a single step forward. However, to me, this step was like a bolt of lightning buried in the middle. However, the direction I stepped on it was different from the direction of the explosion.

I was particularly afraid that I would be standing in front of Zirong's burning eyes when the last wisps of sand from the hourglass fell down, watching as Zishan Ming disappeared before my eyes.

Even if they were all dead, unable to die together, it was a desperate regret for me.

I took a deep breath. My mind filled with memories of the first time I'd met Zishan, and all the things I'd experienced since then.

When we first experienced it, we didn't feel that those things were that precious. But now, it was precisely those "not precious" memories that would become the thread that kept us both alive.

A break.

He took a step forward to the left and walked into the circle of light under the 'Zi Sang Ming'. The surroundings instantly darkened as if he had entered a secret room, completely separated from the outside world.

Looking at how close I was and not daring to recognize my face, I suddenly realized how incompetent I was.

If he was the one who recognized me, would he have recognized me long ago?

I extended my hand over, but before I could touch the corner of his clothes, a screen of light appeared in front of me. I was unable to touch him.

His tears flowed profusely and he could not wipe them clean no matter how hard he tried.

In the end, she could only hold back her tears as she asked him, "Zi Sang Ming, don't you think I look good like this?"

"So ugly."

"No," he said.

It was the same thing he'd said to me the first time, in the same tone, the same tone, the same expression.

Is he the real son, Sang Ming?

But I'm still not sure.

I wiped away my tears as I pouted and replied, "You're the one that's ugly. I'm just a beauty out of the ordinary. You don't understand."

In that instant, my body shifted to another direction. When I stabilized my body, even though Zishan Ming was still Zishan Ming, I knew that I had moved to another place.

This "game" is very fair, after I ask a question in front of one person, it will automatically change to another person.

His emotions had stabilized. Although he was still unable to completely calm down, at least his basic judgment had returned.

I asked the person in front of me, "Zi Sang Ming, do you remember the first time I went to the underworld, where I went?"

This question wasn't difficult for the real Zishan Ming, because the first time I went to the Underworld with Shen Tuo to look for Zhao Xue, and at that time, we went to the Underworld's Yin Street. To help me out, Zishan Ming even had a conflict with the aristocrat on the Yin Street.

I looked forward to the other party's reply. My eyes stared unblinkingly at the other party's thin lips, waiting for the two words that I was looking forward to.

"Yin Street."

Before I could finish my words, I was overjoyed. I was just about to confirm my words when the roulette suddenly turns to another side.

I landed on the screen and pressed half my face against it.

"Um, Zi Sang Ming, do you remember the first time I went to the Underworld, where I went?"

I had to ask the question again.

The answer was the same.

It was also called Yin Street.

I was stunned!

I have a bad premonition in my heart that Zi Sang Zhen will become Zi Sang Ming and won't know all the things that happened between us, right?

No way, no way. Even if he knows that the first time I went to the Underworld was to the Yin Street, it doesn't mean that he knows everything.

I continued to ask, "When I was returning from the White Sea, what did I order?"

"Water."

"Water."

The same answer.

"What did you give me when you were in prison?"

"The name of our child?"

From the first question, to the hundredth, to the two hundred, I asked all the questions I could think of, even the ones I was ashamed to ask.

Even his tone and manner were the same.

The last question I asked was how I collapsed to the ground like a deflated ball. I didn't want to move, and I couldn't move either.

Is there anything else I haven't asked?

Is there anything else I haven't said?

Was there anything I hadn't done?

Why do I feel that things between us have suddenly become so small?

There wasn't even anything that could tell a person's identity.

There was only a little bit of sand left in the hourglass. It was hanging in the mouth of the hourglass, and it seemed like it would let the last bit of time out at any time.

"Zi Sang Ming." Naturally, they also saw the change in the hourglass. A slightly anxious expression appeared on both their faces.

Even the depth of the frown was the same.

I stood up again, and this time I didn't ask anyone alone.

Not because he wasn't going, but because he didn't have enough time.

So, since there wasn't enough sand left for me to ask two people two questions, why not ask two people one question at a time?

If the outcome is preordained, I have no power to choose or decide.

I walked over to the hourglass and looked at it. Another clump of fine sand fell.

Perhaps it was due to the tremors when he picked up the hourglass, but the final bit of sand seemed to flow faster than before.

After returning to my original position, I looked through the glass wall of the hourglass to the other side.

After all, it is life and death, a choice that even the ancient sages are unable to break. Standing in the middle of it, it is hard for me to suppress my fear.

My hands were shaking a little, which somehow hastened the fall of the last fine sand.

"Do you love me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the top half of the hourglass was empty, and fine sand fell all the way down, sprinkling specks of white brilliance.

"Love."

This time there was only one voice that answered, and it was from the right.

The person on the left didn't make a sound, but the light screen beside him seemed to have felt a strong pressure and began to emit small cracks.

"Don't be afraid."

he said, just as the fine sand was about to fall.

That's what I'm waiting for.

Why didn't you say so earlier?

Joy, sadness, no matter how I feel, I can't describe how I feel right now.

I shook off the hourglass and threw myself into Zi Sang Ming's arms without any hesitation.

Pata.

As the hourglass fell to the ground, the last speck of sand melted into the endless space of time.

The darkness that surrounded us finally lit up.

Zi Sang Ming held me tightly in his arms and gently brushed my hair.

I lay in his arms and cried.

I almost lost him!

This fear was truly more terrifying than death.

"Zi Sang Ming, Zi Sang Ming, Zi Sang Ming."

I was unable to express my current feelings. I could only bite his name again and again, as if doing so would allow me to integrate him into my body without needing to split up.

"Stupid woman, don't cry."

I cried even more!

Tears and snot all over his feathered clothes.

"Father is here."

Just as I was crying out in anger, Zishan Ming suddenly said this into my ear. It took me a while to understand what he meant. Is Father the King of the Underworld?

I quickly pushed Zi Sang Ming away, and the moment I looked up, a sparkling and translucent object grew in length from the pulling. My entire face turned red!

This is bad, this is the first time I've seen the old Pluto like this.

I did not see the old Pluto. I only heard the low, authoritative voice echoing in the little space.

"Yan Nuo."

Startled, I quickly stood up straight and chose a spot where I could hide from Sang Ming.

"Hehe, don't be afraid. This senior has been wandering with his spiritual sense for a long time. This time, I've only come back to see my two worried sons."

I hastily smiled a few times before replying in an extremely awkward manner.

"Hur hur, uh, oh."

It wasn't that easy.

"A thousand years are about to pass. The Lord of the Underworld will have his own place in this world. Who do you think will be the last person standing on the throne of the Underworld, Yan Nuo?"

"Ah?" "Me?"

Asking me about such a big matter, isn't that a bit too sudden!

In my heart, of course, I still hoped that Zi Sang Ming, but now, facing the two of them, Zi Sang Ming and Zi Sang Huo's father, I don't want to be too obvious.

"I think both of them are very outstanding, both of them are very good!"

Someone had pinched him on the waist.

"You mean that you are not satisfied with This King?"

Zi Sang's cold voice sounded from above me, scaring me.

"No, no, I didn't mean that."

"Then what do you mean?"

Zishan held my jaw and looked at me like he was interrogating me.

"I've come to tell you where the Ghost Seal is. Yan Nuo, your school's reverse mirror is the only way to get the Ghost Seal."

"Reverse mirror? What inverted mirror? "

How come I don't know this thing?

The old Nether King didn't pay attention to my doubt and continued to say, "Ming Dong already knows the position of the Ghost Seal and has made sufficient preparations. You …"

"Less exercise and less snacks, I can swim for a few more years." Zi Sang Ming didn't wait for the old King of the Underworld to finish and interrupted him, "I have my own arrangements."

The old Pluto paused, then said, "Don't lose out."

Zi Sang Ming replied, "What is small and what is big, I have my own decisions."

Old Nether King sighed and said in a low voice, "Alright, since you've already made your arrangements, then this sovereign won't say anymore. Yan Nuo, what do you have to ask this sovereign?"

I was stunned and asked subconsciously, "Can I ask about anything?"

The old Pluto said, "Of course. However, there are some questions that I will only give you hints on. As for what I can do in the end, it will all depend on your ability."

"I would like to know the method to resolve the Flamefairy's illness."

I fixed my eyes on the empty darkness around me. Zi Sang Ming's hand tightened around my waist, as if he wanted to tell me not to be nervous.

Very quickly, a piece of white paper floated down from the sky and landed in my hand. "The power of the Ghost Seal can cure a hundred poisons. Life and death, flesh and bones."

I looked at the line of words and couldn't tell what it felt like.

But he should be happier.

Although the method wasn't good and was linked with his mother's life, but it seemed like I was still linked with Sang Ming.

"Look, I'm part of your arrangement."

I showed the paper to Zi Sang Ming, who took the paper and set it on fire.

"I want to save my mother. I need the Ghost Seal, so I want to help as well. Let's look for the Ghost Seal together."

"No need."

Zi Sang Ming frowned and made a "break" sign. The darkness disappeared in the blink of an eye and the surroundings lit up once again. However, this time, the one in the mansion was no longer Zi Sang.

White Impermanence was the first to see us.

The moment Zishan Ming appeared, White Impermanence immediately knelt in front of him, "Greetings, Your Highness."

Zishan Ming directly placed the God Binding Incantation on White Impermanence, "Do you know your crimes?"

White Impermanence stopped laughing. She had never seen someone stick out their tongue that was more than a foot long!

"This subordinate knows his crimes," White Impermanence raised her head and looked at me with eyes filled with disdain and disgust.

He didn't even want to hide it anymore.

I smiled helplessly but didn't say anything.

A deeply rooted expert has been respected for thousands of years. He was able to recognize my position in the underworld, but in the mortal world, I'm just an ordinary person. It's normal for him to not admit it.

But, I don't think this situation will last for a long time, maybe tomorrow there will be a change