C137

After exiting Yin Tongtian's illusion realm, we first stored the lid of the box in the Emptiness Realm. I felt that even the BOSS behind the scenes wouldn't dare to directly touch it, so we didn't have the time to take it away.

But why would he put the lid here? Why was the lid of the other box on that box?

There were no answers to these questions today, so he could only wait for the future.

When I returned home with Song Nan, he began to tell me some of the things he had found out.

The bodies in Ou Shan's mansion were identified as ten people. Moreover, the bodies of ten people were incomplete. Each of the bodies was missing a part. The missing parts could be put together into one person.

Song Nan suspected that the old geezer wanted to use these corpses to revive in the box. Now, he wanted to investigate the souls of these people.

These people had just died, but their lifespans were all coming to an end. The instant that old geezer attacked was also when that man's Yang energy was at an end. As a result, those people were still considered to have died a normal death, and their souls were imprisoned by the Yin Master.

Previously, Song Nan had been tied down by that old fogey and had not had the time to investigate.

"Song Nan, when are you planning to go?" In my heart, I don't want him to go, the Underworld is definitely the realm of the Ghost King, Song Nan will definitely suffer a loss if he goes there.

"There's no time to lose, I'm going now."

I didn't think much of it and just said, "Bring me along."

"You little fool, do you think that the Underworld is an illusion? It's not something you can go to just because you want to. Be obedient and wait for me at home!" He put his finger on my forehead and tapped it.

I saw the smile on his lips, and he was still the most beautiful of all, even his face, his profile in all the shades of red. No wonder I was attracted to him, even though I was a bird.

"No!" "I'm worried about you going yourself. If I go, I'll be able to help you for nothing." I stubbornly grabbed his sleeve and put on the expression of "If you don't want me to go, then I'll cry for you to see".

He was pestered by me so he had no choice but to agree to let Bai Bai cover my anger.

Going to the Underworld is very simple, unlike the novels or TV dramas I've seen before, I need to go through so many steps. Song Nan held my hand and instantly arrived in the Underworld.

The underworld is pitch black, but that doesn't stop us from seeing.

Song Nan hastily pulled me through a street full of ghosts. After taking a few turns, we finally arrived at a large hall. There were three words on the plaque. I don't recognize them, but WHOTMCARE?

"I want to see Judge Cui." Song Nan said to the ghost guard in front of the palace.

The ghost guard had a fierce look on his face and looked very scary. He glanced at us but didn't make a move.

Pui! Why was he so arrogant?!

"Mama, he was scared." Xiao Bai explained to me, "His body is trembling slightly, he's so nervous that he can't even speak."

"Oh, isn't this Song Nan!" The voice came from the main hall, full of ridicule.

"This name is not something you can call." Song Nan said coldly, and both he and I recognized the voice, it was the Ghost King.

No wonder the Ghost Guards were so frightened. Song Nan and the Ghost King had the same face, it would be strange if they weren't.

"What can you do? You want to hit me? " An unspeakable sense of pride and arrogance filled the hall. He provoked Song Nan, "I like the way you look when you don't like me, but there's nothing I can do about it. It's too fucking cool!"

Song Nan wasn't annoyed. He raised my hand that was still holding onto his hand to his lips and gave me a gentle kiss. "Aren't you the same? Then I won't be able to do anything about it either."

The Spirit King in the hall suddenly went silent.

Song Nan led me in and asked in a clear voice, "Is Judge Cui not here? "I was looking for you when he wasn't here."

"Do you think I'll help you?" The Ghost King's voice was now a little cold, his emotions not so obvious.

"Heh, don't tell me you don't want to come out?" Song Nan added a bit of contempt into his tone. Most of his voices were through his nose, "You can only use this tiny bit of soul to wander around. Will you be willing?"

"Satisfied? Why not?" The Ghost King was already in front of us. He was sitting sideways on a couch, holding an ancient book in his hand. His posture was very similar to Song Nan's — he had nothing to do with books.

The Spirit King looked at me and actually jumped down from the bed. "What happened to your eyes?"

Ashbah, this talker, why is he so talkative?! Will you die if you don't speak?

No, he was already dead …

But if he can see that my eyes aren't right, does that mean he can cure me?

Song Nan pulled me to the edge of the bed and sat me down. Then he asked the Spirit King, "What happened to her eyes?"

The Spirit King looked over and asked me, "What color can you see?"

This time, I obediently replied, "Red."

The Spirit King stood up, touched his chin, and suddenly laughed out loud.

I really misjudged him. How can a ghost like him help me look at my eyes out of kindness?

"If you laugh again, I'll go and pick up Grandma Meng's stall." Song Nan threatened the Spirit King, but why was this threat so childish?!

The Spirit King finally held back her laughter, but her words were still a little slurred: "Who cursed you?! You said that these are the highest level of blood curses, and that you have to use a person's blood essence as a guide and their soul as an offering to create a curse. If that person still has a remnant soul, he would definitely be angered to death! "

"Huh? Blood curse? Why does it sound so scary? " I reached out and grabbed Song Nan's sleeve. The uneasiness in my heart rose again.

"Why are you wasting it?" Song Nan leaned over and held me in his arms. "You mean that the blood curse was not completed?"

"Even a god's work has not been completed. It is already extremely popular. It is definitely a success." The Spirit King was a little angry, "Both of you open up some distance for me, or else I won't say anymore!"

The Ghost King had a weird hobby, but Song Nan was more determined than him, "If you don't want to say it, no one will force you."

With great difficulty, the Spirit King felt that he had won, so he could not help but say, "This blood curse is a curse that only has a short lifespan. Moreover, it 'cannot be loved, and has no bones to bury'."

Damn, to think that he would be so vicious. What grudge do I have with the person who laid the curse? How could there be such a malicious curse?!

The Spirit King sat back on the bed, lying down in a familiar sleeping position, "Your life was short, and the words that came after were your fate. Tell me, did the blood curse go to waste?!"

Me: "…"

Song Nan suddenly hugged me even more tightly. I think that he must have been thinking the same thing as me.

I got this blood curse because I entered my memories. Thus, this should have been the first time someone had placed this curse on me.

I was just a bird! Who is this? Was there a need to cast such a huge curse on a bird?!