"Not bad! Especially now!" Zi Ming's eyes were filled with a hint of worry, "Zi Yan died at my hands, Ji Man has not received any news yet! I have sent my confidant to intercept him outside Houtu Village. Once Zi Yan's subordinates were discovered, they will kill him immediately! I just want to let Ji Man know the truth before Mr. Wu comes back. If she tear her face and acts, we will die without a burial place!"

Xiao Hua is not good at these intrigues and cannot detect the dangers. But after hearing Ziming's words, he was shocked and whispered: "Zi Ming, I think Ji Man from your Houtu Village is very kind and will not be as sinister as you think, right? Besides, Zi Yan was taken over by a demon, Ji Man may not be? You... you might as well make it clear..."

"You must not have the intention to harm others, but you must be careful. Xiao Lang, facing Ji Man, I am at a disadvantage and dare not make any more plans! Even if... even if I built a tomb for Miya's clothes a few days ago, it would be a good opportunity. If all Ji Man and Mr. Wu appeared, if I told Zi Yan about it, in front of so many people, it would be a kind of protection for me... But I hesitated for a long time and did not dare to say it in person, for fear that it would slash Ji Man's face and make her angry! Without Mr. Wu, no... Xiao Lang was beside me, and I would not dare to move a little!" Zi Ming said earnestly.

"It's not possible to hide like this... it's not possible!" Xiao Hua understood what Ziming was thinking, nodded slightly, and agreed.

"Hehe, Xiao Lang, don't scold me!" Zi Ming smiled, "Midnight's memorial service is not the most solemn. Shebi Village and Ji Man and Wu Lao from the Wu Village to which he belongs. When Zi Ming lights up the Soul-falling Lantern, that is the most solemn ceremony. At that time, I and Xiao Mao take out the millet seeds, that is the best time!"

Speaking of this, Ziming smiled sadly again: "Of course, if I can't wait for Mr. Wu to come back, then... when I take responsibility for me, it is also extremely grand. The memorial service is even more than midnight... Ji Man will definitely take out the millet seeds and distribute them to Mengshan! Xiao Lang, don't worry, my Mengshan people will remember the favor of Zhenren Xiao!"

"Zi Ming..." Xiao Hua felt a little sad when he heard this. He couldn't help but look at this woman who was heavy in her heart and shoulders with concern. I believe that when she saw Midye's memorial, she could easily think of her death!

"It's okay! Xiao Lang, I'm actually a fault for not considering it well and bringing Xiao Lang and others into danger!" Zi Mingqiang laughed and said, "However, if you can meet Xiao Lang in this world and meet a strange person like Zhenren, I... will die without regrets!"

"The matter has not reached that point. We have not yet separated from Ji Man's enemies and friends. Mr. Wu also has the possibility of returning..."

"Hehe, yes, Xiao Lang is with me..." Ziming said at this time, and his voice was very small, for fear that others would hear it! But if Ziming was asked to send a message, she would... be reluctant to let her go. Although such sweet words cannot be intoxicated, only by listening word by word can she feel the joy of life! It is rare for her to have such a sweet word in her life, and it is really rare to see a man like Xiao Hua, who suddenly feels like her!

"Yes, Xiao is by your side!" Xiao Hua smiled faintly and looked into the distance and said, "As long as Xiao can breathe, the old witch will never hurt you a hair!!!"

"Old witch? Hehe..." Ziming smiled with a tooth when he heard this. He had long known where the previous fear had gone. He said, "Xiao Lang, the old witch, reminded me of the story of my childhood..."

But when he said this, Ziming was a little sad again and raised his head and said, "Let's go, I'll face it sooner or later. Maybe it's an opportunity..."

Houtu Palace is a magnificent palace, which is larger than any palace that Xiao Hua had seen before. It was magnificent and could be seen from a distance that if it weren't for the beast heads and ghost faces that could be seen from time to time on this palace, Xiao Hua would almost think that this was the foundation of a great sect of cultivation.

Moreover, from afar, there were soul soldiers wearing armored on both sides, holding strange weapons in their hands, like iron halberds and bronze guns, standing under countless flags with pride. That style is really a matter of a man who can pass by thousands of men.

Even when Xiao Hua walked past these soul sects and came to the hall gate of the hall, Chen Wei, who had been exposed to the carved beams and painted pillars, made Xiao Hua feel like he couldn't breathe. Xiao Hua had to admit from his heart that the Houtu Village, which had been passed down for hundreds of thousands or even millions of years, was definitely not something he could face now.

Before Xiao Hua could step onto the steps before the hall gate, a majestic shout sounded from the top of his head. Then another sound came directly into the hall. The shout was straight. Although Xiao Hua could hear it clearly, he didn't understand what it meant. However, according to what he thought, it should be similar to the report!

Sure enough, Xiao Hua followed Ziming slowly up from the side of the steps to the hall gate, and another sound came from inside. A palace guard guarding the hall gate said respectfully: "Ji Man invited Xiao Hua, a cultivator of the Imperial Lei Sect in Xiguo, to come to Houtu Hall to meet him!"

"Thank you, Ji Man!" Xiao Hua didn't know how to answer, but just bowed to deal with it casually. The palace guard took a step forward and asked Xiao Hua to enter.

"Silk~" Xiao Hua stepped into Houtu Palace with Ziming. Although he had already prepared himself as before, he couldn't help but take a breath of air when he saw the scene of the palace in front of him. He didn't dare to use his divine consciousness or Buddhist consciousness to explore it, but he just watched it with his naked eyes. Not to mention the hundreds of huge bone pillars, standing there in white, and light flashed on each pillar, and when it flashed, some huge beasts showed a ferocious face; not to mention the blood-red one on the top of the palace. The film, the naked eye can see that the layers of blood waves are like rushing to the face, and the faint waves of the real Netherworld Sea also rushed into the ears, and a feeling of fear arises naturally! It is not to mention that there are countless white bones and skeletons everywhere on the palace surface. Among these white bones, there is a sad and sad sound like the roaring sound of the roaring wind blowing, and a chilling feeling arises in an instant! Just one glance, the entire hall seems boundless, and the entire hall is filled with ghosts and wolves howling, and the sound of the underworld is loud. A feeling of going deep into the Nine Nethers is enough to make Xiao Hua look sideways.

"Young Master Xiao, follow me!" Ziming said solemnly with respect on his face, "The Houtu Palace in my Houtu Village is a huge soul array. Any swordsman and cultivator who do not understand will be attacked with their divine thoughts. And the more a person with a ghost in his heart enters the Houtu Palace, the more his inner demons will be born. Young Master Xiao is a person with open mind. He just needs to stop his original intention and not look at it more!"

"Yes, Xiao understand!" Xiao Hua nodded, looked at what he was walking suddenly, and he also accelerated his pace a little, changing direction. Sure enough, the momentum and evil spirit of the pressing of the head suddenly became much smaller. However, the situation in the hall was still unclear. There were only a lot of ghosts, and the cold wind was everywhere, as if he had walked into an abandoned tomb in the wilderness. Even a monk like Xiao Hua could clearly feel the ghost that appeared in front of him and behind him at any time... It was not false, maybe if he was a little lazy, the ghost claws and sharp teeth might be within his body!

"Is this the legendary sensation?" Xiao Hua shrank his neck and looked at Ziming who was leading the way helplessly. He was really afraid that he would not be fooled by his opponent Ziming.

After about half a cup of tea, a green light suddenly flashed in front of him, as if a layer of fog had fallen, and a wave of light and shadow changed. A huge palace appeared in front of Xiao Hua. In addition to the huge pillars I saw before, there were also many light green decorations. However, Xiao Hua only swept these decorations and glanced over, and his eyes stopped above the palace. There was a two-story high platform above. There was only a light green table on the top floor. No one sat upright. The floor below was slightly smaller, and the table on the bottom was also bright green. After that table, he was really sitting upright with the Houtuzhai Ji Man who had seen before!

When looking down at Ji Man, it was like a banquet for ordinary Taoist monks. There were also several rows of tables. Behind each table was a man or a woman, some old and young, but most of Xiao Hua looked strange, and only a small number were the elders of Houtuzhai whom Xiao Hua had met before entering the Netherworld Road.

As for Xiao Mao, Li Zongbao and Hongxia Fairy were sitting at the bottom, and the three of them sat on the same table.

"I've seen Ji Man!" Zi Ming took a few quick steps, which was quite strange. It was obviously very far away. Zi Ming's steps seemed to be faster than running, and he soon approached everyone.

Xiao Hua naturally did not dare to neglect it. He followed Zi Ming and hurriedly said: "My younger generation, Xiao Hua, have seen Ji Man!"

"Well, wait and get up!" Ji Man at this time no longer had the kindness he had in Huaixin Pavilion before, and replaced it with a kind of grace and pressure. He raised his hand and said lightly.

"Thank you, Ji Man!" Ziming said as he stood up straight, Xiao Hua did not answer, and straightened his chest.

"Bold!" Just in front of Xiao Hua's right, less than two feet away, under the white bone pillar, a slightly thin guard shouted, "Ji Man is verbally speaking, dare not return the courtesy? Do you dare to hit Ji Man?"

"Return the gift?" Xiao Hua was stunned, thought for a moment, and bowed again, "Thank you Ji Man!"

"Haha, it's okay!" Ji chuckled on his face, "The monks of Xi Kingdom are distinguished guests of my Houtu Village. I don't know the etiquette of my Houtu Village, so I can't be considered a collision!"

"This..." Xiao Hua did scratch his head and also said loudly, "I am a monk and have always pursued freedom. How can I know any etiquette? If there are some things that Ji Man has to follow the rules here, please inform me in advance!"
Chapter completed!