A place darker than darkness, where there are countless powers that can freeze living beings to death in an instant.
Only the extremely cold ghosts can survive here, and for the ordinary dead, this is an abyss that is unreachable.
But it was here, in a dark pool composed of countless dark emotions, thoughts, residual souls, and terrifying resentment, that a human figure was floating in it.
Blood lines connected from his body to the void. After countless blood entered, it quickly died, but it brought him a breath that was completely different from this world.
Just as the aura in this place became stronger and stronger, this deep and dark realm also began to tremble once, twice, or even countless times!
...
"Mr. Abe, is this going too far to find someone like this?"
In the dreamlike scenery, Zhao Fuyu knew whose territory he had entered.
One second he was still asleep, in a dark and chaotic starry sky, and the next moment he was in the midst of this gorgeous scenery.
From the existences he had seen, there were only one or two people with such ability.
Among them, there is only one person who can resort to such means.
"What's the matter? Can't Mr. Abe come over by himself?"
After it was broken, the gorgeous scenery suddenly turned into a mirror lake that seemed to reflect everything. Zhao Fuyu stepped on it, creating a circle of ripples and slowly fainting.
“It’s only because Chef Fuyu’s mind is pure that I can invite you...”
Knowing that his method was not very particular, Abe Seimei also praised Zhao Fuyu first, and then put on a banquet posture and asked Zhao Fuyu to take a seat.
After all, it is half of his territory, so Zhao Fuyu is not worried about any safety issues.
In fact, if he had not sensed the information and was willing to enter this field, I am afraid that no matter how powerful Abe Seimei was, he might not be able to do anything to him.
"Stop saying these flattering words."
"Mr. Qingming's reputation has long been known far and wide. If he hadn't encountered some trouble, he would never be in such a posture."
"Master Qingming, please be more direct."
After taking a look at Abe Seimei's preparations, Zhao Fuyu was too lazy to make excuses. After sitting down cross-legged, he spoke calmly.
He had no idea of giving much face to the famous founder of Onmyodo in Dongying.
"I just want to ask the Baekkizhong under Chef Buyeo to give me a little help."
As the folding fan shook, Abe Seimei was not angry at Zhao Fuyu for just two words. In fact, such an attitude was not bad.
His family knows his own affairs, and his reputation may be pretty good among ordinary people, but he doesn't have much of a good reputation in the extraordinary world.
Zhao Fuyu treated him this way because of previous exchanges, so he was considered polite.
You must know that in order to achieve his goals, although Abe Seimei's results are often good, in terms of the process, he can be considered deceptive and unreasonable.
And often in this process, no matter which party it is, it is difficult to get any benefits.
Over time, it was difficult for him to get good looks from other people. If he hadn't been so shining in that era, even the gods couldn't block it, and he might not have been able to come forward in many things.
"Let the Hundred Ghosts help you?"
"Is there anything that you, Mr. Qingming, can't solve?"
Showing a curious look, Zhao Fuyu also showed a funny smile. You must know that it will definitely not be an easy thing to make this person feel troublesome and have to come out to find help.
That's enough to make people curious.
What's more, Abe Seimei was so cautious and used the method of falling into a dream to find him, obviously to hide something.
The crescent-shaped fox eyes showed a hint of emotion.
"Where in this world is there an omnipotent being?"
"What's more...the opponent I face this time is myself..."
"Myself returned from hell!"
Looking at Abe Seimei in astonishment, Zhao Fuyu did not expect that the founder of Onmyodo, who had always been secretive about many things about him, would reveal the truth so easily.
He soon realized that after knowing these things, it would be difficult to reject Abe Seimei.
No wonder this guy talks so freely.
Abe Seimei, who has always liked to scheme against people in various places, did not miss this opportunity this time.
If most people scheme against others in order to seek benefits for themselves, then for Abe Seimei, this action is just a subconscious instinct.
'Is it born with bad taste? '
In addition to doubts, Zhao Fuyu couldn't help but start to learn from Abe Seimei about the object that caused him great headache.
Nue!
"As expected of you..."
"When trouble occurs, it's such a big trouble!"
"Prince Qingming, you should also know what those who have returned from hell are, right?"
Historically, those who can come out of hell are at least the main gods of the level of Tianjin God. Not only are they superior in combat power, but more importantly, they often bring many disasters, and that one is the most deadly.
They themselves are part of the rules of hell. Once they come to the Yang world, the concepts they master will become even more exciting and expanded under the conflict between the two rules.
At that time, if there are just simple natural disasters in the world, it will be considered lucky.
Maybe, we will directly enter a scene of doomsday.
"Hahaha, all I can say is, after all, it's me..."
He didn't know whether it was embarrassment or pride. Just looking at Abe Seimei's squinting smile, Zhao Fuyu always felt as if he was showing off something.
"For the safety of Kyoto Imperial Palace, shouldn't Lord Seimei go to the deep mountains and forests first?"
"In order to target you, that Nue won't cause trouble in Kyoto, right?"
Zhao Fuyu seemed to have no emotional intelligence and directly pointed out what Abe Seimei should do most now. As for Abe Seimei's safety, it seemed that it was no longer within his scope of consideration.
"If only this was all it took."
"After returning from hell, the first thing Nue needs to do is to increase his strength. Otherwise, over time, the rules of the Yang world will exclude him. To stay in the Yang world for a long time, he must do one thing first!"
"Drag an area... into hell!"
"Formation, the Bardo Realm!"
Sighing, Abe Seimei didn't care about Zhao Fuyu's targeting, but many things were not what the two of them wanted to do.
Since Nue is ready to step out of hell, he must come to the world in full glory. Even if he knows that Dongying has countless strong people, so what?
There may not be any opponents behind it.
Even if they are the first to take the lead, most of them will die without burial, and it can no longer control so much.
The murderous intention and hatred for Abe Seimei have distorted part of his reason...
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
