Chapter 1542： Dream before dust!

"Yes! We will definitely live up to our mission!"

Xue An nodded, "In that case, let's start work!"

For a time, everyone was fully devoted to this vast work.

This land of origin has turned into a huge construction site, a scene of extreme busyness.

Xue An stood on a high place, looking at the busy people underneath, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ye Hanshang couldn't help but exclaimed, "These people have higher alchemy literacy than everyone I met before! How did you do it?"

"It's very simple, just let them keep making progress in research and development!" Xue An said lightly.

"Then what shall we do next?"

"Next..." Xue An turned to look at Ye Hanshang, "It's up to you!"

"I?"

"Yes, according to this schedule, at most one month, the general framework will be repaired, but that is just the beginning. To get everything back to work, what is needed is the combined efforts of the whole ghost world!"

Hearing what Xue An said, Ye Hanchang was startled slightly, and immediately understood something, nodded and said: "I understand, the rest... leave it to me!"

The ghost world is very peaceful recently, even as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

But beneath this calm surface is the anxious and turbulent heart of the strong from all sides.

The situation in the ghost world is getting worse.

This can be seen from the increasingly degraded strength of the strong on all sides.

There is nothing more frustrating than waking up every morning to find yourself weaker than yesterday.

Especially for these powerful people who regard their own strength as the foundation of everything.

This is just like chronic death, it's desperate.

However, Ye Hanshang, who had returned to the throne of Mingjun, seemed to turn a deaf ear to all this, and had no intention of saving it.

In this case, the undercurrent of the entire ghost world surging, and the atmosphere began to become tense gradually, as if a gunpowder keg filled with gunpowder was brewing a panic.

But at this moment, a shocking news broke out from the Wei family in the Central Ghost Realm.

Mingjun Ye Hanshang will hold a conference in a month's time, when he is going to invite all the strong people in the ghost world to participate, the purpose... is to save the ghost world that is gradually dying.

As soon as this news came out, it immediately caused a sensation in the entire ghost world.

The many strong ghosts who had been in despair rushed to tell each other and wept with joy, thinking that Ye Hanshang was finally willing to take action, and everything had hope.

But there are still many people who are sitting on the sidelines and don't think this conference can change anything.

Because they can feel that what is dead is the origin of the entire ghost world.

Even if Ye Hanshang is an immortal king-level underworld prince, it is impossible to save the origin of a realm on his own!

At the same time, there are many ghost clan powerhouses who are very frightened that this conference is obviously not that simple.

It is very likely that Ye Hanshang is ready to attack the strong from all sides.

But this conjecture didn't get too much recognition, because if Ye Hanshang really wanted to reap the ghost world powerhouses again, he wouldn't have to bother so much.

In short, when the news came out, the entire ghost world was shrouded in a strange atmosphere mixed with hope, disdain, hesitation, and panic.

Endless desert.

Although this place has long been covered by endless green, the name of this place has not been changed because everyone is used to it.

Donghan hasn't seen himself, Lord City Lord, for a long time.

Even Mingjun Ye Hanshang came to beg for a drink several times, and Donghan came forward to entertain him.

The only chance she can come into contact with Meng Yao is to go to the backyard every day.

If there is a wine jar placed in front of the backyard sealed by the barrier, it means that the lord of the city has new income in winemaking.

But other than that, even if it's winter cold, it's hard to meet Meng Yao.

In this regard, when the winter cold began, he was a little worried, afraid that the Lord of the City Lord would do something inside.

But over time, winter cold will get used to it.

Because she also knew that she couldn't persuade her.

Today is no exception.

Donghan finished the chores in the city, and then came to the backyard.

The door was empty and there was nothing.

Donghan frowned.

It's been several days now!

Nothing appeared in front of the backyard.

In the past, new wine would appear almost every other day.

But this time there was no news for many days.

How is this going?

Could it be that the Lord of the City has something wrong?

At this point, Donghan's heart couldn't help but clenched, and then gritted his teeth, walked to the backyard door, raised his hand and patted.

Bang bang bang.

The knock on the door is very dull,

Because the entire backyard has actually been tightly covered by layers of barriers.

Donghan didn't know if his knock on the door could be transmitted inside.

But worrying about the city lord, she is still ready to attract the attention of her as much as possible.

It's better to call out Lord Santo.

But she patted it for a full quarter of an hour, and there was no sound in it except for the shaking of her hands.

This can not help making Donghan become discouraged. Can only stand in front of the door and whisper.

"City Lord, you have been in retreat for so long, and you should come out! The news from Lord Mingjun a few days ago that a conference will be held to study things in a month. It seems that there are still more than ten days! You! You have to participate!"

Still no response.

Donghan sighed softly, then turned and left.

But just when she had just turned around and walked a few steps, a creak suddenly came from behind her.

Donghan was stunned and turned his head to look, but saw that the courtyard door was opened from the inside. After a long time of retreat, the pale Meng Yao money came out of it.

Donghan was dumbfounded, and then he woke up, and rushed up ecstatically.

"City Lord!"

When he got closer, Donghan smelled a scent of alcohol coming from Meng Yao.

This wine smell is different from those strong drinks in the past, with a hint of sweetness, but just a touch of it makes Donghan feel a little shaken.

Donghan stood still and smiled at Donghan, "Thanks for your hard work during this time!"

Donghan hurriedly said: "The city owner is polite, this is the responsibility of the subordinates!"

Then she couldn't wait to say: "City Lord, did you hear what I said just now? A month later..."

Meng Yao waved her hand, "Needless to say, I know it!"

With that said, Meng Yao turned to look in the distance, and said lightly: "And not only Mingjun, he... is back!"

Although it was not clearly stated who it was, seeing the look on the face of Lord City Lord, Donghan could also guess who came, and couldn't help being shocked.

"Master Guizun has also returned?"

Meng Yao smiled, "Yes, and it's been several days since I returned!"

Hearing Meng Yao's words, Donghan was taken aback.

"Then you..."

She wanted to say why she knew that Xue An had returned long ago, but Meng Yao never appeared.

After all, if in the past, after knowing Xue An's return, Meng Yao would rush over without exception, no matter what he was doing.

She seemed to notice what Donghan wanted to ask, Meng Yao smiled, "Do you want to ask why I didn't go to him?"

"I am really confused!"

Meng Yao raised her head and said lightly: "Because I was brewing a wine when he returned! A wine that is the ultimate in all the spirits in the world! So I couldn't get out at that time!"

Donghan was stunned when he heard the words, a wine that is the ultimate in all spirits in the world?

Then she suddenly realized something, and the whole person was shocked, "Then you now..."

Meng Yao raised his hand, holding a small sapphire bottle, which could be seen through the thin cicada-winged bottle, which contained an amber wine.

"It seems to be to welcome his return, this wine miraculously brewed successfully!"

Donghan looked at the little bottle infatuated, "What a beautiful wine! It looks like a dream!"

A faint smile appeared on Meng Yao's face, "Yes, so I call it, Dream Qianchen!"