Heaven Defying Little Concubine: Evil King, don't mess around

Chapter 183 Meeting the original owner's father

The knife became stronger again, "Don't talk nonsense, take me to the eighteenth floor of hell."

"You...how do you have something from the ghost town, the Soul Breaker Blade?"

"It's pretty good. Now that you know it, you know how powerful it is, so hurry up and leave."

"Okay, I'll go...I'll go."

I don't know how many floors the guards were in charge of, searching layer by layer. The tragic scenes they saw along the way made people feel horrified, until they stopped in front of the gate of hell full of mold and stench, and said, "This is ten The Nie Jing Hell among the eight layers of hell, where ghosts who will never be reincarnated are imprisoned, the ghost you are looking for should be here, do you want me to help you find it?"

"You don't have to worry about that."

The Soul Breaking Blade sliced ​​through Li Zu's neck, and he disappeared without a trace.

Using the key to open the gate of hell, a stench, an indescribable smell, was sent along with the wind, and Shuangyan almost vomited.

Although there is no scene of blood flowing into rivers, it is better than it at this moment.

With indescribable emotions, she took a deep breath.

Stepping heavily into the gate of the cave, there is a huge grease lamp on the top of the cave, sizzling with green flames, flickering and flickering, all kinds of weird sounds and smells blend together, exaggerating the coldness, terror and sadness in the cave feeling.

She didn't know which cell door Duan Junchun was imprisoned in, so she had to look for it one by one. There was a sound of heavy iron chains and a long sigh. She followed the sound and her eyes stopped at a separate cell.

At this time, she was looking forward to it, and also very nervous. Although she was meeting the father of the original owner of the body, she and her were already united physically and mentally. He was her father, and she was going to meet him. How could she not Moved, not emotionally complicated.

In the cell was a man in ragged clothes, with blood stains on his body, and a black soul worm wriggling from his abdominal wound. He knelt on the ground shaking his head and sighing.

The thin and old face was the same as Duan Junchun in memory, she called softly, "Father..."

Hearing her call, he raised his head, and the moment his dull eyes touched her, he opened his mouth with sorrow and joy, but said nothing.

Seeing his missing tongue, she felt sore and extremely sad. What mistake did he make to treat him like this, "Father, I made you suffer."

He shook his head, took her hand, and wrote in her palm, "You are still alive, I am very happy for the father, the child found the painting, and must find it."

"Painting! Father, what painting do you want me to find?"

He nodded, and wrote in her palm, "Find your mother's painting, don't ask why."

"Why don't the whole family be slaughtered, father, you know the reason, right? Tell me, who did it?"

He shook his head, his eyes dimmed, and he wrote on her palm, "Forgive my father for treating you like that."

She asked, but he refused to answer again.

There was a sound of footsteps, and a dark wind blew in, and a grim-faced official with a steel fork in his hand was already close in front of him.

"Human smell. This is not where you came from. If you dare to break in, don't blame Yasha for being rude." As he spoke, the steel fork stabbed at her.

Shuangyan didn't want to offend him, so she dodged and threw him an ingot of gold and said, "Take it to drink."

Yasha's face showed joy, "Since this is the case, I didn't see anything, but you'd better leave quickly, the other ghost messengers smell the smell, so you'd better leave as soon as possible for fear of trouble."

Duan Junchun signaled her to go, and she knelt down towards him, "Father, my daughter will definitely find a way to save you."

(End of this chapter)