Something strange is coming? Fortunately, I am the King of Hell of the Tenth Palace

the other side.

After last night's bizarre scene, Zhang Miao was returning home.

As soon as I walked in the door.

I heard bad news.

Grandpa, he is critically ill.

He rushed over quickly.

But he was stopped outside, and a team of heavily armed personnel were guarding the door.

Wear uniform clothing.

He knew that he was from the Daxia Longque official.

He was not ignorant of his family's situation. He knew that his grandfather had a very special position in Daxia Longque, but his parents and grandfather had never told him what he did specifically.

He stood outside the door.

You can clearly hear various sounds coming from inside.

The atmosphere was very heavy.

"Lao Zhang Dayi, knowing that his body was no longer what it used to be, still managed to clear out the nests of several red-clothed ghosts in Handong Province at the last moment. This led to the resurrection of the ghosts in advance."

"Mr. Zhang is the pillar of the country and the spiritual banner of Handong Province."

"Is there really no other way? No matter what supernatural props are needed, Handong Province can fully support it. Even the headquarters will not leave Mr. Zhang alone."

"Well, if he were thirty years younger, Mr. Zhang would indeed be able to survive, but now his end is approaching, and he has squeezed the ghost's supernatural power, completely exhausted his vitality, and there is no way to save him, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless... please move the City God's Temple, there may be a way."

As soon as these words came out.

The scene fell into dead silence.

"Will the City God Temple save people?" someone asked.

"Other than that, there is no other way. Mr. Zhang's life is like a candle in the wind or a lamp in the rain. He will die at any time. Any method now is worth trying."

"However, Mr. Zhang's body can no longer withstand the tossing back and forth. If the Chenghuang Temple is not willing, Mr. Zhang will not even be able to return to his roots."

These words made the atmosphere at the scene even more depressed.

No one knows whether the Chenghuang Temple is willing to save people.

If something goes wrong midway, this is something no one wants to see.

at this time.

A murmur of voices sounded outside.

Zhang Miao shouted: "Let me in, let me in, I have a way."

Hear this.

The door opened.

Zhang Miao rushed in quickly.

An old man on the hospital bed also seemed to have a flashback and opened his eyes.

"grandfather."

Zhang Miao shouted.

In his impression, his grandfather had always had a tough look, and his eyes were as scary as an eagle. However, now, those eagle-like eyes had dimmed, and he seemed to have aged too much all of a sudden.

The face of a dying person is easy to see.

It is a kind of paleness, the muscles are no longer tight, and the eye sockets are sunken, which is very easy to judge.

Everyone could see that Mr. Zhang had returned to his former glory.

this moment.

Everyone else's eyes were red.

Those who can come here to visit Mr. Zhang are all important figures in Daxia Longque in Handong Province. Most of them have been protected by Mr. Zhang. The stability of Handong Province today is all due to this man who is so weak that he can’t even raise his hand. It is difficult for the elderly to help.

Even when he knew that his end was approaching, he still ignored everyone's opposition and forcibly eliminated several troublesome red-clothed ghosts that had been hovering in Handong Province.

But now.

This respectable old man has no time left.

"There is still a way, there is a way. Grandpa, what do you think this is?"

With red eyes, Zhang Miao took out the golden talisman given to him by Shen Jian.

That's a token.

If you persist, you can make a request to the Chenghuang Temple.

He finally understood why the City God gave this thing to him.

This is not for him at all, but a token for grandpa.

Immediately.

He told exactly what happened last night.

After listening.

The senior officials of Daxia Longque who were present could not come back to their senses for a long time.

The City God appears in Handong Province? Also sent a token?

If the evidence hadn't been right in front of them, they wouldn't have believed it.

But soon.

Everyone present became excited.

There's help!

Mr. Zhang was saved.

With this token, they can let the City God rescue people.

That was the first god to appear in the world after the arrival of the underworld.

If it was that person, there would definitely be a way to save people.

at this time.

The old man on the hospital bed coughed and coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

The originally stable aura suddenly dropped suddenly.

The old man's eyelids trembled slightly, his cloudy old eyes looked at everyone present, and finally he sighed: "I'm sorry, Xiaomiao, Grandpa, I probably can't hold it anymore..."

Finished.

The old man's time has completely returned to zero.

His vision dimmed momentarily.

No breath at all.

…

this moment.

Everyone was stunned.

Lips quivering.

There was obviously hope, but in the end, the old man ran out of time.

What an injustice.

"No, that's not true."

"I do not accept."

"Let's go to the City God for help now. He will definitely find a way to save Mr. Zhang."

"The City God is the yin god of the underworld. The underworld is in charge of the life and death of all living beings. There must be a way."

No one wanted to believe it.

A glimmer of hope rekindled in his eyes.

Sudden.

There was a cold wind blowing, and there was a hazy mist at the end of the Zhang family's ancient house.

at the same time.

A cold voice came out.

"A man is dead and his fate is determined."

Everyone looked.

I saw a figure wearing a red robe and holding a book appearing at the end of the road.

He is the son of the River God.

"Are you... here to save Mr. Zhang?"

See this.

Everyone understood that this was someone from the underworld.

The son of the River God stared at the people present with his eyes.

"His fate is sealed."

"We have a token. This is a token that the City God personally gave to me. He said that I can ask him for help if I need help. Now, I want to save my grandfather."

Zhang Miao suppressed her fear and handed over the golden talisman in her hand.

The son of the River God continued: "His fate has been determined. If he were in the realm of the Yin Division, I could modify his genealogy and ensure that he died a good life. However, he is not from my realm of the Yin Division, so the good genealogy cannot be revealed, and the heavenly decree cannot be violated."

Hear this.

Everyone was shocked.

Could this person be the legendary Judge of the Good Rewards Department, one of the four great judges of the underworld?

But then.

The expectation in their eyes was dim...

People who are not in the realm of the underworld cannot show their good records, and naturally they cannot defy the laws of heaven and resurrect the dead.

This is the rule between heaven and earth.

Even the underworld cannot violate it.

Even if the City God wanted to save him, he couldn't.

after all.

The City God is just the underworld god, not the king of hell who controls the life and death of all living beings.

In other words.

Mr. Zhang is really hopeless.

The judge from the Good Rewards Department came here just to seduce the soul.

The idea just came to mind.

The voice of the son of the river god sounded again: "But... Lord Yama is blessed, and the number of days can be broken."

next moment.

When everyone was stunned.

The son of the river god took out another volume of the heavenly book.

Life and death are thin!

At the same time, I started with the soul-enchanting pen.

Youyou said: "Zhang Zizhong, your merits in this life are immeasurable. Although you are not the spirit of my underworld, the King of Hell has mercy on talents and ordered me to hold the book of life and death and grant you three more years of life."

"Zhang Zizhong, you can live another three years in the Yang world. This is a reward for good deeds by the King of Hell. After three years, you will die and enter the Yin Division of my underworld to be the city god's choice."

"Wake up, you still have unfinished business."

Said.

The son of the river god raised his pen.

The person who was originally destined to die came back to life at this moment.

Open your eyes from the hospital bed.

"Thank you, Lord Judge."

"You don't have to thank me, you should thank Lord Yama." The son of the River God did not dare to take credit.

He's just an errand boy.

Whether it's using the book of life and death or using a magic pen to cross out the death record, it's not something he can do as a judge with good control over the genealogy.

If you want to defy the odds and save a dead person, only Shen Jian can do it.

The old man understood and bowed in the direction of Qingshi, "Thank you, Lord Yama, for your kindness and blessings."

See this.

The son of the river god burst into laughter.

"I will come to you in three years."

"And this, I take it back."

Taking away the token from Zhang Miao's hand, the son of the River God disappeared in an instant.

soon.

Everything is calm.

Inside the Zhang family's ancient residence.

Zhang Zizhong felt his abundant vitality, and the shock of thanking him could not be suppressed at this moment.

Others also had a dreamy and dreamlike feeling.

"Resurrection from the dead, the power of the underworld... This kind of thing, no matter how many times I see it, is still the same shock."

"Change the book of life and death to death, and see you again in life."

"The legendary King of Hell is so powerful that he can even reverse the will of God."

Everyone was excited and murmuring.

At this time.

Zhang Zizhong said: "Build the City God's Temple and incorporate Handong Province into the realm of the underworld. By then, if your name is included in the good book, you will be free from illness and disaster, and you will be safe after death."

"agree."

"I'm OK."

"I don't have any objection either."

…

at the same time.

Qingshi City God's Hall.

The Son of the River God returns.

Hand over the book of life and death.

"My lord, according to your request, I have changed his life for three years and taken back the token given by my lord."

Shen Jian nodded.

Looking at the golden talisman in his hand, Shen Jian smiled.

This was originally a token of the City God that he prepared for the old man, but he didn't expect that it was used as the price of saving people in the end.

But that’s fine too.

"Thank you, Lord Yan."

Zhang Ping handed over his hand and expressed his heartfelt thanks.

"You are about to disappear. At the last moment, I will take you to see the underworld."

"Underworld?" Zhang Ping was stunned.

Hasn’t the underworld disappeared?

According to his understanding, the underworld has already completely disappeared with the disappearance of the Ten Palaces of Hell, the Five Ghost Emperors, and the Fengdu Emperor.

Now, is it back again?

Think of this.

He was shocked.

Back then, if the underworld hadn't mysteriously disappeared, leaving only some of the city gods in the underworld, they would never have been defeated by an inexplicable force that appeared.

With this thought, he followed Shen Jian into the underworld.

…

the other side.

A small county town located one hundred and eighty thousand miles away from Qingshi.

Ivy City.

Xuan Jiu couldn't help but stood up excitedly when he saw the news from the Daxia Longque members.

A report caught her eye.

[The Artificial Ghost and God Project is officially launched. 】

"Finally found the base of the Fallen Angel Organization!"