When Xiao Yuxian went, not only did the Taoist sect know the news, but also the ghost.

There were also some people who passed the news to the underworld, and the underworld was shocked for a moment.

After receiving the news, Cui Jue Cui was also a little surprised. Xiao Yu died without reason. He, the judge, didn't even know. This was a bit abnormal.

"You've found out clearly, are you not mistaken?"

The judge looked at the black and white impermanence again and said in confusion.

"Sir, we brothers went to Maoshan in person, where white banners cover the sky, and most Chinese Taoists are there, so we will never make any mistakes.

What puzzles us is that Xiao Yu has been enthroned as the True Lord, and with the blessing of the great fortune of heaven and earth, it is impossible for him to die so early.

So I hurried back and report to the adults, hoping that the adults would check it out.”

Hei and Bai Wuchang stood below and said with a puzzled look on his face.

After hearing the other party's words, the judge nodded and waved his hand immediately:

"You guys go down first. This is a strange thing. I have to report it to the King of Hell.

You go down and pay close attention to the movements of Wuji City. Last time Xiao Yu went to the West, he met the phantom of Wuji City Lord. This time Xiao Yu died for no reason. I believe he can't be separated from that guy."

After the judge finished speaking, his body instantly dissipated. When he appeared again, he had already arrived in the Hall of Hell.

Of course, the King of Hell knew about such a big news, so when the devil came, he knew the other party’s purpose, but he just shook his head.

"You can read the book of life and death by yourself. After Xiao Yu enthroned the True Lord, his life will automatically disappear. Here he only records his name, household registration, etc.

I can't find it out, either.

And I checked it with the soul-inducing mirror and Xiao Yu's soul disappeared for no reason. This is indeed very strange."

The King of Hell handed the book of life and death to the judge, and then sat in the upper position and began to peel the melon seeds.

The judge took over the Life and Death Book and called Xiao Yu's name on it. Then dozens of Xiao Yu appeared on the Life and Death Book, all of whom were of the same name and surname in China.

But when the judge said that the Taoist Xiao Yu of Maoshan Mountain, a name suddenly condensed in the life and death. Xiao Yu, who is a household registration in Shimo Village, died of both parents since childhood, and one son and one daughter are reincarnated as the Ghost King.

Life is unknown, death is unknown, merit is unknown, thirty years.

A series of words appeared, and the judge also frowned.

This life and death book records clearly the records of all mortals in the Yang world when they were born, when they died, and doing good and evil.

But Xiao Yu didn't even record it, which was really strangely tight.

The most important thing is that the King of Hell's soul-guiding mirror is omniscient. No matter where your soul goes, as long as the soul-guiding mirror comes out, you will definitely bring your soul over. However, Xiao Yu's soul has disappeared now. This is really bizarre.

"How is it? If Xiao Yu dies, he will either be lost or be captured.

Otherwise, how can the Soul-Inducing Mirror not be able to detect it? Or, what magic weapon does Xiao Yu have on him? He hid it himself?"

The King of Hell, who had a big brain, began to figure it out.

"Yan Jun, if Xiao Yu dies, will the Lord of Wuji City slaughter the entire Maoshan family?

Should we prevent it in advance so that something happens suddenly?”

The judge placed the book of life and death on the table and said with some concern.

After all, the judge has met Xiao Yu, and Xiao Yu is a celebrity. If they really die, they will sit still and watch, which may make the Taoist feel disappointed. Who is willing to help them in the future?

"You go first, I will discuss with the top ten Yan Luo before talking."

The King of Hell reached out to persuade the judge to leave, then walked to the back room, took out a candle and lit it.

As the candle was lit, black air came in an instant, and ten old men gathered in the room, they were the ten great heroes.

On the banks of the Wangchuan River, a large pot was filled with boiling yellow liquid. An old woman stood beside her, holding a spoon and stirring constantly. She scooped up a spoon from time to time and poured it into a bowl, and drank it for the ghost behind her.

The long team of ghosts cannot see the end at first sight, as if there is no end.

Men, women, young and old, standing behind, like a group of refugees waiting for relief, waiting to share the delicacies in the pot.

At this moment, a woman floated like a gust of wind, landed beside the old woman, and said with a smile:

"Grandma Meng, let me tell you something you are interested in."

A woman smiled like the warm wind in March, making people feel relaxed and happy.

"Fengqi, why don't you go to collect herbs with Mr. Hua? What are you doing here?"

Meng Po still took a spoon to serve the soup for those ghosts. Xiang didn't have to see who the visitor was.

"Oh, Grandma Meng, I don't like those herbs. The master has the help of senior brother Xiuxiang, so I can't use me at all.

Grandma Meng, do you know that the Taoist priest you helped fight last time was killed.”

The woman named Tianqi said it casually and didn't see Meng Po's hand pausing for a moment.

"I heard it when I went to Yangshi to catch a starving ghost a few days ago.

I heard that the Taoist priest was burned to the point where he was only burned, and his soul was dispersed.

Now many Taoist priests in the mountain gate are in Maoshan, preparing for burial. If there weren’t too many Taoist priests, I really wanted to go and see it."

Fengqi said, and when she saw that Meng Po did not answer, she couldn't help but turn her head to look.

But in the pot in front of Meng Po, Meng Po's soup actually began to rotate, and then a picture appeared inside, which was the gate of Maoshan.

Seeing this, Meng Po turned a little to the soup pot. Meng Po's soup slightly turned, as if the camera's lens had pulled it closer several thousand meters, and then it actually appeared in the mourning hall.

In the white ice coffin, a charred skeleton was sleeping inside, without any vitality on his body.

Two painters were sitting in the mourning hall, holding a photo of Xiao Yu and painting for Xiao Yu.

Meng Po looked at the scene in the mourning hall, then turned her eyes and the soup pot returned to normal again.

"I haven't paid attention for many days, but I didn't expect something really happened!"

Meng Po threw down the spoon, turned around with her hands behind her back, looked at the ghosts, and blew forward gently. The ghosts immediately stood there and stopped moving.

"Let's go and see your master."

Meng Po grabbed Feng Qi and flew towards the distance.

In Wuji City, in Wuji Hall, the lord of Wuji City sat in the upper seat, looking at the information in his hand, frowned.

"Xiao Yu is dead, it's impossible. With that kid's ability, how could he die suddenly? Was he murdered?

Do you want to deceive me with the golden cicada's plan to escape from the shell?"

The Lord of Wuji City said to himself, then waved the void in front of him, and the scene changed and appeared above Maoshan Mountain, with white clothes and white banners, and it seemed that he was indeed holding a funeral.

Boom...

Just as the Lord of Wuji was observing in secret, a sudden thunder sounded, and the space in front of him suddenly shattered like glass.

"Someone secretly protects Maoshan. Is Xiao Yu really dead?

Come, please summon the Sun World Creation God King to see you.”

"yes..."

A soldier wearing armor hurriedly ran out.

"Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu, it's so cheap to let you die like this. I want you to die without peace."
Chapter completed!