She came here to collect her father's soul, no doubt about that. The underworld is now controlled by the underworld prince Wang Jian appointed by the immortal world, no doubt about that either.
Her father, as a high-level immortal, was reduced to ashes when facing the True Flame of Destruction. If she wants to take back the underworld, she must at least reach the strength of an emperor immortal and be able to contend with the True Flame of Destruction to be invincible.
We cannot fight against the strong with the weak now. We must assess the situation and wait and see.
Mu Lin collected his wandering thoughts and changed into a more low-key and tight black robe. The black veil completely covered his face, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, almost blending into the night.
Here, the spirit can exert the strength of an initial stage Immortal King. Based on the principle of running away if she can't win, as long as she acts cautiously, it will not be difficult for her to explore the Palace of the Underworld at night.
This was her home where she had lived for many years. She was very familiar with every tree and blade of grass. She felt like a fish in water and like she was in an uninhabited place. Mu Lin flew into the palace complex like a light black butterfly, found the Pluto Palace with ease, jumped onto the towering black glazed roof, knelt on one knee and lifted a glazed tile. Her black robe flowed like a dark cloud in the cold night wind.
Looking down, a man in black was talking in the hall, and another man in a moon-white robe had his back to him. The man was tall and thin, standing with his hands behind his back, and the candlelight cast a shadow.
This palace has a magic array to prevent eavesdropping. No matter how good Mu Lin's hearing is, he can't hear it clearly. Hei Wuchang's low voice can be heard faintly, and it doesn't seem real.
“… Your Majesty… the evil ghost… has been captured and brought to justice… the north… is safe… there are unusual movements in the southwest…” It was probably Hei Wuchang reporting to Zijian.
Mu Lin was bored and drowsy. Hei Wuchang's speech had not changed much from ten thousand years ago. He maintained a fairly steady tone, and every word was so succinct that it made the listeners doubt their lives.
The new Hades' patience was obviously better than Mu Lin's. He turned his back to Hei Wuchang and listened carefully to everything, and even discussed a few sentences with him in the middle. Mu Lin simply sat down and did two things at once, making a tiny sound transmission array to cover the empty space, so that the sound in the room was clearly transmitted to her.
"Okay Wushe, I am confident in your work. The Wumeng ghost in the sixteenth level of hell is not peaceful, you go and send it off." His tone was gentle, but his words were decisive and murderous.
The sixteenth level of hell is the volcanic hell, which suppresses not only ghosts, but also countless evil demons and monsters. Riots occur almost every thousand years.
Hei Wuchang nodded slightly: "I obey your command."
"I have another matter for you. In ten days, I will be leaving for the human world. I will leave the underworld to you for the time being. If there is anything important, please discuss it with the Ten Judges..."
Mu Lin thought, why is he going to the human world instead of staying in the underworld? And judging from his tone, this is not the first time he has done this. This Zijian has a secret.
"Your Majesty, the Dark Palace..."
"The spell of the Dark Palace is still the same. You can go if you want." Zijian knew what he wanted to ask, but he didn't seem to care. He spent some time explaining the rest of the underworld, then waved his hand to let Hei Wuchang leave.
Zijian yawned, "Come down, the one up there."
Discovered?!
In an instant, the cold wind penetrated into his bones. Mu Lin's breathing stopped, and he didn't say anything in case of a trick.
"Are you waiting for me to call back Hei Wuchang and invite you up? Come down, I won't eat you." At most, I will throw you, the eavesdropping thief, into hell for tens of thousands of years, Zijian thought lazily.
Mu Lin didn't listen to his nonsense and remained sitting there without moving. Instead, he pinched his throat and sent a message down: "Your Majesty the Pluto, don't you dare to come up?"
Zijian said confidently: "This king is weak and cannot stand the wind!"
"get down."
"you come up."
"get down!"
"you come up!"
The two of them argued for a while, and Zijian turned around and shouted outside the door: "Here, ghost, go and invite Mr. Hei... Um..."
A soft and cold hand tightly covered his mouth, and at the same time a flash of cold light ripped through his clothes. The dagger pointed at his heart was piercingly cold, and Zijian turned his head with difficulty, meeting a pair of threatening peach blossom eyes. The candlelight flickered, and the light was shining brightly.
"Um... what are you doing..."
When their eyes met, Mu Lin's pupils suddenly contracted and the movements of his hands froze slightly.
Zijian, Zhonglijian... Even if they turned into ashes, she would not mistake their appearance. How could they be the same person? One is a sickly mortal, and the other is the high and mighty Hades. How could they have anything in common
Mu Lin had read so many books after all, so he understood it after a moment of thought. The surname "Zhongli" originated from "Zi". This is a word game, and Zhongli Jian represents Zi Jian!
Zi Jian had no time to care. He was still struggling violently under Mu Lin's hands. Until the blade moved towards his heart and tore a little flesh, he finally stopped.
At this time, a cautious inquiry came from outside the palace: "Your Majesty? Your Majesty, what do you want?" There was no movement in the palace for a long time, and the ghost servants outside the door were a little nervous.
Mu Lin used his eyes to signal Zi Jian that he had to bow his head under the eaves, so he had to compromise and blinked. Mu Lin loosened the hand covering his mouth, and placed it on his slender neck, tightening it slightly.
Zijian: “…”
Is this a hint that if he doesn't obey, I'll just strangle him
He cleared his throat and said loudly, "It's okay, leave now."
"yes."
Zijian felt the hand on his neck loosen a little, and finally it was not so uncomfortable, but the feeling of being clamped and threatened was still very uncomfortable...
"Girl, what do you want?" he asked in a low voice.
It is not difficult to infer that she is a woman by looking at her figure, not to mention that her hands are so soft.
Since he was discovered, Mu Lin did not continue to deliberately disguise his voice. Zi Jian's voice was ethereal and clear: "I want the underworld, Your Majesty, can you give it to me?"
Zijian shook his head regretfully: "I'm afraid that's not possible, because the underworld doesn't belong to me either. You can go to heaven and ask the Immortal Emperor for it..."
This guy didn't play by the rules, and caught Mu Lin off guard. She said playfully, "It seems that you are really a puppet sent by the Immortal Emperor?"
"Alas, I am also very sorry..."
Mu Lin suddenly smiled: "Is it a pity that the candle behind you can't hold me down?"
The martyrdom candle is driven by the blood of the Hades clan and can kill all ghosts within three feet. Zi Jian was playing tricks with Mu Linxu while quietly driving it, but he didn't expect it to fail at this moment!
Even a calm Zijian was surprised. There were only two possibilities for this situation: either Mu Lin was much stronger than him, so the Sacrifice Light Candle would not work; or they were both of the Pluto bloodline, so he was suppressed by Mu Lin's bloodline. As masters, the Sacrifice Light Candle would naturally be controlled by the one with the stronger bloodline.
I just don't know which one it is...
"Zijian is not talented. It seems that I can't escape the clutches of the lady this time... Lady, since you want the underworld, and you know that I am a puppet manipulated by the Immortal Court, then killing me is useless, right? Without me, there will be another Hades to be sent. When the next one comes, he may not be as easy to talk to as I am..."
Mu Lin said in a cold tone: "Oh? How can His Majesty the King of Hell be so easy to talk to?"
Zijian felt that the blade on his heart had not yet been removed, and said earnestly: "Although I cannot hand over the underworld to you, I can let you become the nominal master of the underworld. What do you think, young lady?"
"Appreciate further details."
"It's easy. If you marry me and become the Queen of the Underworld, you can share my royal power and become the rightful Lord of the Underworld!"
"… hehe."
The evil-minded guy did not forget to use the royal power as a test. Don't think she didn't know what Zijian was up to. More than 100,000 years ago, the Hades family had an unethical love affair, and then they set a curse on the royal bloodline to prevent close relatives from getting married. It's hard to say how related they are. If she really agrees to it foolishly, her identity may be exposed, and she may also be retaliated if she is not careful.
Zijian blinked his eyes and said, "I am a handsome man, and I am very brave. It is not a loss for you to marry into the Pluto Palace..."
"Forget it. I'm already engaged." Mu Lin stared at him and retorted indifferently.
"Then, then you still molested me in broad daylight... It's disgraceful, it's really disgraceful! No, you cancel the engagement, and you have to be responsible to me!"
Mu Lin: “…”
Does this guy still have some shame? He has evolved, hasn't he? He is much more shameless than when he was a mortal!
She couldn't help but relax her vigilance a little while being speechless. The next second, Mu Lin's hand on Zi Jian's neck was suddenly held by a big hand. Her other hand tightened, and the dagger in her hand suddenly fell into a quagmire, unable to move!
Something unexpected happened at this moment. The dagger fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Mu Lin's hands were clamped tightly at some point. In an instant, the positions of the two changed, and the balance of power was reversed. Yuebai pressed Qihei hard to the ground.
"Hiss..." Mu Lin gasped as his bones hit her. The thin-looking man was actually quite heavy, and he was able to suppress her so that she couldn't move.
Mu Lin was pressed under Zi Jian, their bodies pressed tightly together, his legs clamped around hers without moving at all. Mu Lin was shocked and angry, feeling extremely awkward.
Zijian gently lifted her veil, and was silent for a moment when he saw her stunning face. He smiled softly and said, "Lin'er... you have grown up..."
"Your Majesty, you got the wrong person." Mu Lin retorted almost immediately, looking very confident. In fact, she was extremely upset. The car overturned inexplicably, and she didn't know how it was exposed.
After not seeing each other for hundreds of years, she thought her voice and appearance had changed, but she never expected that he could recognize her even after covering her face. What kind of devil is Zhongli Jian
Zi Jian's eyes lingered on her eyebrows and he said casually, "How can Princess Mu Lin be a fake descendant of the late Hades?"
He knew more than she thought. Mu Lin pursed her lips and said nothing.
It was not right to keep pressing on the petite girl. Zijian looked at her face, which turned red. He summoned the Soul Locking Chain. The moment he stood up, the high-level fairy item automatically wrapped around her, contracting and binding her coldly.
Zijian leaned over and held her in his strong arms. Mu Lin was forced to lean on his embrace, with her little face buried in his chest. The scent was still as light as orchid, but it was tainted with the gorgeousness of datura flowers... and a little bit of blood.