God after all

Chapter 131 Leng Ji Going to the Underworld
The wind was humming desolately, and the drizzle was extremely lonely.

The death scene where the battle has been fought is filled with unbearable despair and loneliness.

"The way you executed the richest man's daughter was as ruthless as you treated your master back then."

This voice is really unpleasant, coming from the black vortex that emerged out of nowhere.

Apparently, the dimensional portal brought someone from the dark nobility here.

"It's cruel. This is the girl who loved you so much. You just killed her like this."

Although the real person did not show his face, his voice revealed his identity as Yao Liuli.

"Do you recognize this shoe?"

A short boot was thrown from the black vortex and fell at Leng Ji's feet.

"It turns out that the silver witch who was sacrificed to the Shenyuan magic circle before was a fake."

Yao Liuli deliberately protested: "The real Silver Witch is in my hands, are you going to snatch her back?"

"How did you catch her?" The cold voice was still indifferent.

"Thanks to you, didn't you deliberately reveal your whereabouts? This matter has caused a lot of trouble in the city. This girl happened to be looking for you in the area where you haunted. I was unlucky and ran into you."

Leng Ji's hand holding the sword tightened, and purple beams began to float out from the blade.

"I don't want to fight with you! And the Knights of the Holy Spirit are coming soon, so it's not suitable to stay here for a long time."

Before the black vortex shrinks into a black dot, Yao Liuli said: "The silver witch fell into the hands of the dark nobles, come and take her back if you have the ability."

Leng Ji didn't cut the vortex with his hands, watching it disappear into a little black light.

The pouring rain fell from the sky without warning, making crackling noises.

In the lonely and deserted square, he looked up at the sky, and endless raindrops fell straight down in his gaze.

The blood on the blade of Nemesis was mixed with rainwater and flowed to the ground, and the long sword emitting purple light gradually disappeared in the hands of its owner.

Leng Ji took out the cell phone in his pocket, looked up the address book, and called You Feng.

"I have something to ask." As soon as the connection was connected, Leng Ji said straight to the point.

"You still have something to ask for? Let me ask you, was my master Hongye killed by your guardian?"

"Yes."

"why!??"

Facing You Feng's angry questioning, Leng Ji couldn't give a definite response, and could only take all this on himself.

"Mr. Hongye died because of me, and it's all my fault."

This kind of words is definitely not what Youfeng wants to hear, he feels his nose sore for a while, and his eyes are red.

"What kind of reason is this? Where did you go wrong!? Why did my master die because of you? There must be a specific reason, right?"

"sorry."

Michael's intention to kill Mr. Hongye was very strange, and Leng Ji couldn't tell the reason, so he could only express his apology with "I'm sorry".

"Haha! I'm sorry, is it useful?" Youfeng laughed back angrily.

The first time I heard such a cold voice was in the year when Eliza died. At that time, the Youfeng was as painful as it is now.

Leng Ji knew that he must be trembling at this moment.

"Help me finish one thing, and when it's over, I'll let you handle it."

After waiting for a while, Youfeng calmed down and asked from the phone: "What's the matter?"

"Send me to hell."

There was another silence on the phone.

"If you don't speak, it will be regarded as your agreement."

"Even if I am willing to send you there, with your living body, I am afraid that you will be wiped out within a few steps. That is the world of the dead."

There was helplessness in Youfeng's tone.

"I must go."

"Why do you have to go?"

"Save someone."

"Who is it? Is there anyone in this world you want to save?"

This time it was Leng Ji's turn to be silent.

After a while, he responded to Youfeng with a calm voice: "Wait for my news, I will find you."

After speaking, the call ended.

The soot-stained industrial buildings in the distance towered impressively under the cold sky, looking old and dilapidated, like eerie and lonely tombs, exuding a heavy haze.

In the sky at this time, there are huddled souls floating across the sky. In the picture clearly captured by Leng Ji, they make confused calls and fly towards the east.

The cold silence didn't last long, and he left this place with steps.

He firmly believed in this - the sign of the collective appearance of the dead souls is to respond to the call, and there must be a death god holding an exquisite holy horcrux wandering the world.

This Grim Reaper is the ecstasy messenger who works for the underworld, Master Kurosawa, one of the black and white impermanences trusted by Hades!

Since he took office, he has kept his duty and fulfilled his duties. He often travels between the underworld and the human world. He is a real yin and yang.

Leng Ji acted very quickly, blocking the road he must pass openly.It didn't take long for the two sides to meet each other.

When he saw a familiar figure from a distance, Kurosawa, who was stunned for a moment, did not stop walking, but his lips stopped muttering, and he never uttered strange spells.

The eight-faced and exquisite holy horcrux was still humming and mourning, and it reflected the scene of the underworld in unpredictable ways.

When Kurosawa stopped, the melodious singing from the eight-faced and exquisite holy horcrux also stopped.

The sentient beings who heard the sound from all around also became quiet, watching the scene cautiously, not daring to make too much movement.

This is a very ordinary road, which leads to the surrounding residential areas. Leng Ji is standing next to a utility pole at the intersection.

The street lamp was a few steps away from him, its dim yellow light illuminating the wet ground.A crow landed on the lamp cap and stayed for a while, then flapped its wings and flew away.

It was already evening and night fell, and many people were afraid to go out because of the turmoil caused by the man in the iron mask.

Few people pass by here, and occasionally one or two motorcycle riders pass by in a hurry, and inadvertently cast a curious look at the young man in black standing next to the telephone pole.

As for the existence of Black Ze, as well as the ethereal beings that crowded the surrounding roads and lined up to distant places, normal people couldn't see them at all.

"Send me a message to Pluto, and I will visit him in person."

Hearing such an inconceivable sentence, Kurosawa was stunned, but then laughed uncontrollably.

"Why, you want to see Pluto?"

"To save people."

"Save who?"

"A friend."

Kurosawa was puzzled, but he knew in his heart that if he continued to question, he would not get a reply.

"The last time you went to the underworld as an awakened person, what about now?"

"In my current capacity."

The corners of Kurosawa's eyes jumped wildly, and he questioned coldly: "Do you know what you are talking about? Can you go to the underworld with your half-human, half-god body?"

Leng Ji didn't respond positively, bypassing his topic, and said another very surprising thing.

"Does the Immortal Vestment really exist?"

The sudden question made Kurosawa feel horrified, and his astonishment was even worse.

"What do you want to do?"

As if smelling danger, his nerves tensed up, and he watched the motionless black-clothed youth in the distance vigilantly.

"500 years ago, a certain figure in the demon world wore this cassock to personally visit the underworld. Is it true?"

Unexpectedly, the purpose of the virgin's son coming to find him was to prove the veracity of this legend, and Kurosawa wondered whether he should tell the truth.

"Does the Immortal Vestment really exist?"

Leng Ji repeated the question again solemnly.

"Although I haven't really seen it, but after all, I was with Hades, and I know a little about this strange thing that happened in the underworld 500 years ago.

The Vestment of Immortality did indeed exist, but I have no knowledge of its whereabouts. "

"Thank you."

It seemed that getting this answer was enough, and after thanking Leng Ji, he turned and left.

Kurosawa called him, and asked out of words: "Why don't you just ask me to take you to the underworld?"

"Will you take me there?" Leng Ji, who stopped for a step, asked incredulously.

"will not!"

Kurosawa also spoke directly, and revealed a fact frankly.

"To be honest, I don't have the ability to take you there either. As a Yang person myself, I can travel between the underworld and the human world as a ghost, but it's because of the power exerted on me by the king of the underworld.

This power is said to be a gift from Pluto, but it is also a curse. "

(End of this chapter)