After more than 10,000 years of time, after coming to the Tibetan Underworld again, Sang Ying obviously felt that the breath here was more depressing than before.

Even the former Tibetan and Underworld is now without sunlight, mixed with spiritual energy, and few plants. But at all, people at that time were already used to such days, and they would not live so lifeless.

Even in Wuyue City, the mental outlook of those people seemed to be no different from other small worlds in Sang Ying's opinion, and they were all the same positive.

But now, at first glance, almost all the people walking forward with their heads hanging down and bowed. Even monks wrapped themselves tightly under their black robe, and even their eyes were unwilling to reveal themselves.

Not only the indigenous people here, but also the crowded streets there are a few brightly dressed disciples, who are obviously from other small worlds.

But their condition is indescribable, and they don’t look up at people at all, and their faces are ugly and scary.

Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue looked at each other and felt something was wrong.

This strange atmosphere also affected Gu Shu. He was originally sitting on Sang Ying's shoulder and muttering, but now he has shut up obediently and is carefully nesting on Sang Ying's shoulder.

"Let's go, let's find a place to settle down first, let's talk about the others later." Jiang Zhuoxue took Sang Ying's hand and led her forward.

The city they came to through the teleportation array was something the two of them had never been to before. Even though they had inquired about it before, after all, they had to be careful in everything.

In the past, Jiang Zhuoxue had also inquired about where the lost things on him were divided, but at that time he had no intention of finding them. Now that he wanted to find them again, he didn't know how many moves he had turned around.

When Sang Ying thought of this, she couldn't help but get angry at Jiang Zhuoxue: "What's wrong with you? It was such a good opportunity back then, why didn't you take the opportunity to grab your stuff back?"

Every time he heard this, Jiang Zhuoxue just smiled gently at her without explanation.

In the first hundred years after being rescued, he recuperated in the secret realm and slowly recovered. In the second hundred years, he left the secret realm and wandered in the underworld, accumulating strength to find Sang Ying's whereabouts.

...In the countless hundred years that followed, because there was an obsession in his heart, it was no longer important for him to find his own things.

Later, after he sealed his memory of Sang Ying, Jiang Zhuoxue just thought it was boring to grab the things back. It would be better to tease them as mice. Seeing them panic, he felt happy.

Jiang Zhuoxue didn't dare to tell Sang Ying these words. Now she really thought she was already an extremely pure and upright black dragon, but only Jiang Zhuoxue knew that there was still a dark side in his heart, but Sang Ying was there, and he tried hard to get it.

I just want to become a good person who deserves her.

The city is called Chunhui, and its name is nice, but the situation in the city is exactly the opposite of this name. There is no vitality in the spring return, only the dead and coldness of the mid-winter.

The two of them walked not far away with Gu Shu and happened to run into an inn. The inn looked a bit old, but it was the only one they had been walking along for so long.

I'm afraid I can't find a second one if I go somewhere else.

Sang Ying thought about it and pulled Jiang Zhuoxue into the door.

There was no voice in the inn, and I didn’t want to be as crowded as other small worlds. There were very few people sitting down to eat in the lobby on the first floor. The two of them originally planned to find someone in the lobby to inquire about the news here.

Now that I see, this abacus may not be able to make a difference.

The shopkeeper who was guarding the counter raised his eyelids and looked at them. When he saw the clothes on the two of them, he felt a little more energetic: "Are you two going to stay in a hotel?"

"Not only do you have to stay in a hotel, but you also want to ask you for some information." Jiang Zhuoxue replied, and he raised his hand and put a spirit stone in front of the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper who was lazy and unspirited before immediately stood up straight and his attitude immediately became attentive: "You two are here just today. The two best rooms in our inn have been vacant. I'll arrange it for you?

”

This was false at first glance, but Jiang Zhuoxue didn't care: "Then these two." By the way, he threw a few more spirit stones.

The shopkeeper quickly took the things away, turned around and called the dead waiter, asking him to look at the shop downstairs, and he took the initiative to lead Sang Ying and the others upstairs.

Gu Shu, who was lying on Sang Ying's shoulder, stopped talking since he arrived in this world, and at this moment he quietly came to her ears: "This shopkeeper seems not to be born and raised in the underworld."

Sang Ying nodded and signaled that she knew.

The room arranged by the shopkeeper for them was on the third floor of the inn. He didn't tell the truth, but the only thing that was credible was that these two rooms were indeed pretty good.

Jiang Zhuoxue casually threw a few array plates carved by Wen Miaoshu in his house, and turned his head to find Sang Ying. Even the shopkeeper was taken to Sang Ying's house by him.

As soon as the door was closed and the formation was opened, the shopkeeper who noticed something said with a smile: "Both of you are from the side, don't know what you want to know, as long as I know, I

Absolutely know everything and say everything.”

Jiang Zhuoxue lit the table with his hands: "We don't know much about what we are here for the first time. Why don't the shopkeeper just follow this city and let us see how well your news is."

Originally, the shopkeeper thought that these two people were so generous, and probably had no intention of being too conscientious. Now that he heard Jiang Zhuoxue say this, when he saw the little thing on his lips, the shopkeeper couldn't help but fight a cold war.

"If you ask about this city, then you are asking the right person. There is nothing I don't know about this spring back to the city." The shopkeeper smiled and then spoke, "The city back to the city has only been built for a few hundred times.

In 2019, the city lord here moved out from a place called Wuyue City. The family's surname is Wuyue. It is said that they were once a well-known big family in Wuyue City, but they failed because of the internal struggle with another force.

Then he moved out and made another way to make a living.”

Hearing this, Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue's eyes were already lit up.

"It's a pity that they were also unlucky. Just a few years after they built this spring back city, they were seized again. Only one little baby left in the Wuyue family escaped, and there was no news for so many years.

"At this point, the shopkeeper couldn't help but sigh.

The shopkeeper: "The city lord is now named Lin, and he is a good person. He wants to change the appearance of Chun Huicheng now, but now the breath of the underworld is getting more and more turbid, and the monks can't find hope of ascension.

After so many years, it is too late to escape to other small worlds to renovate others. Everyone is just living here. And..."

The shopkeeper swallowed and his expression became cautious. He leaned forward and deliberately lowered his voice: "Besides, we, the people in the underworld, have curses on our bodies!"


Chapter completed!