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Mo Ran sniffed, turned around and smiled: "Well, the first day."

"Yes, you look very strange. Let me ask you, why did you leave at such a young age?"

"Obsessed."

"Oh..." The old man puffed on the cigarette without fire, "He is an immortal king."

"Well." Mo Ran nodded, looked at him, not very hopeful, but still took out the scroll in his arms and said, "Old man, I want to find someone. This is my master, who also came down not long ago. Yes. I wonder if you have seen him?"

The old man took the painting, leaned under the lamp with his rickets, squinted his cloudy eyes, and looked at it slowly and for a long time.

Mo Ran sighed and wanted to take the painting back: "It's okay. I asked many people. It doesn't matter if you don't know. Everyone is like this anyway..."

"I've seen him."

"!" Mo Ran was startled, and his blood rushed with excitement almost instantly, and he hurriedly grabbed him, "Old man, have you seen him?!? You, are you not wrong?"

"You read that right." The old man sat cross-legged on a bench and picked at his feet. "You don't see many people who look like this all year round. If you can't run away, it's your master."

Mo Ran had already stood up. Feeling awkward, he bowed to the old man again, raised his head and said sincerely: "Old man, please give me some advice."

"Oh, little one, you don't need to be so polite. Everyone has become a ghost and will be reincarnated in a blink of an eye. The memories that he could have in his previous life are only ten or eight years left. The old man's son passed away early, and I feel sorry for you little ones. ." He wiped his tears, wiped his nose with his sleeve again, and then said: "Have you seen that particularly magnificent palace on the first street ahead?"

"I saw it. Where is Master?"

"Yes, that's right there."

"What is that place?"

"It's the fourth ghost king's villa." The old man sighed, "The fourth ghost king doesn't live here, but he specifically asked his subordinates to build a palace in Nanke Township, for no other reason than to collect beauties from the underworld. , were all under house arrest. The Four Kings were masters of sex, and every once in a while, he would come to the palace to select his concubines, regardless of gender. The ones he chose were taken directly to the fourth level of hell. If they were not selected, they were said to be rewarded to his subordinates. Playing around, alas, you said this world——"

Before he could finish his words, he saw the little fairy next to him eagerly picking up the lantern next to him and breaking into the vast night like a wolf dog.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then he felt envious. He murmured slowly: "It's good to be young, you run so fast..."

Chapter 111 The master is like a sword and the king is like water

There is only one entrance to the palace of the Four Ghost Kings, and there are guards guarding the outside. Naturally, Mo Ran would not be stupid enough to go to the main entrance. He climbed up to the beam, and was worried that the light of the soul-inducing lamp would attract unnecessary attention, so he hid the lamp in the Qiankun bag and placed it on top of the criss-crossing roof tiles. Flying over the eaves and walking over the wall, his figure was as fast as a black lightning.

This palace looks very grand from the outside, and inside there are many courtyards and corridors. Mo Ran flew to the top of a tower, leaned down lightly, and blended in with the dark bricks. He raised his eyes and looked down. The entire palace was like a small city, and it was hard to see the edge at a glance.

The ink burns in the heart and is infinitely anxious.

He finally understood why the man earlier refused to tell him the whereabouts of his master. Presumably he was afraid of offending the Ghost King. But even though he knew that Chu Wanning was in this palace at this moment, he was still helpless -

There are not a thousand but nine hundred palaces here. Where will Chu Wanning be?

He was like a man who was about to find a treasure, his heart and hands trembling even more than before.

Master...

where are you?

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly saw a group of people walking around the corner holding red lanterns. They were all wearing golden armor and combat boots. They walked one by one from the east gate to the main trail. After many twists and turns, they came to an inconspicuous side room.

There was a towering old locust tree growing in the side room, which blocked Mo Ran's sight. He could only see half of the courtyard, and the other half was hidden behind the lush branches and leaves.

When the Yin soldiers entered, there was first a ping-pong of tables and chairs, shouting and shouting, and a chaotic mess. Suddenly, a shrill scream pierced the sky, and a woman with disheveled hair was grabbed and thrown into the yard. Her robe was half-open, and most of it slipped off due to the rough push of the Yin soldiers, revealing her snow-like skin.

"Let you run away! I'll let you fucking run away!"

The whip hit the woman hard, it should be a torture tool in the ghost world. Even a ghost would be whipped to the point of excruciating pain and dying.

The woman was crawling on the ground trembling. She seemed to want to run, but there were officers and soldiers everywhere, and she had nowhere to go.

"You bitch, you entered the Four Kings Palace and you still want to get out?"

"I was innocent when I was alive! I have no sin! Why do you do this to me!" The woman screamed, "Let me out, I want to be reincarnated, I don't want to stay here!!"

Another whipping, which made her cry out again and again.

"Serving the Four Kings will prevent you from suffering the consequences of reincarnation! You are so shameless!"

"He didn't like me! Why can't I leave? I - ah -!"

Another whip hit her face, and the woman cried bitterly, trembling, but still wanted to crawl out.

Her human distress seemed to please the four kings' undercover soldiers more and more, and the men were laughing. The "tributes" in the side room were dragged out one after another.

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