Above the gray fog

"Where is the red umbrella now?" Lin Shan whispered softly, his senses constantly scanning the human race, looking for the whereabouts of the red umbrella.

The red umbrella had been in Qian Ning's hands before, and Qian Ning might have died by now.

Qian Ning's grandson Zhu Yiping passed through this air wall with the red umbrella, which was witnessed by Lin Shan himself. The inheritance of Tianxia Dragon Fish was obtained from it.

In order to pass through the air wall, he must find the red umbrella and let the person recognized by the red umbrella pull him in.

Lin Shan's figure disappeared, and the next moment, he was above the East China Sea.

Rather than going around in circles, Lin Shan prefers to solve the problem fundamentally.

If Qian Ning can be found directly, the matter will be solved.

Qian Ning is a superhuman, and cannot enter hell after death. When he dies, the human race may not have the ability to let the superhuman soul return, so there are only two possible outcomes for Qian Ning.

The first possibility is that he returned to the Sea of ​​Source. If so, there is no need to look for him. The second possibility is that Qian Ning was accepted by the rules of the underworld because of his outstanding achievements, and he served in the underworld like Xu Shi.

Lin Shan split his body and rushed straight to the depths of the East China Sea.

The East China Sea is connected to the underworld, and the underworld is no longer as dilapidated as it was today.

The underworld is a place of justice in the underworld often described in ancient Chinese books, a place that controls the cycle of life and death, rewards good and punishes evil.

Lin Shan stood in front of the Naihe Bridge, which is a place that all dead souls must pass through. There are thin mists floating on and under the bridge, like a light gauze dancing slowly.

The figures of the ghost messengers shuttled back and forth busy. They were dressed in simple official uniforms, with solemn faces, each doing their own job, and maintaining the order of the underworld.

Their existence is lifeless, but so real, like a loyal servant of the underworld, performing their duties forever.

Lin Shan did not stop, but stepped onto the bridge and walked straight along it. He could hear vague calls from afar, the pleas of the dead souls waiting for judgment.

His perception scanned the underworld again and again, looking for Qian Ning's possible presence.

Suddenly, a wooden bowl was brought to him, "Drink this bowl of Meng Po soup, and take care of your affairs after death."

Lin Shan withdrew his perception, took the Meng Po soup from the ghost messenger, and drank it all.

This kind of thing would not work on him, and even the memory of ordinary extraordinary people was difficult to wash away.

There were dozens of ghost messengers distributing Meng Po soup in the second half of Naihe Bridge. Meng Po sat next to the bridge, scooping soup bowl by bowl.

This Meng Po was still the same Meng Po as before, wearing an old mask, and her eyes were full of numbness.

After crossing the Naihe Bridge, there is a wide Huangquan Road, with neatly arranged ancient trees on both sides. Each tree is hung with lanterns, emitting faint white light. These lanterns are particularly bright in the deep darkness, guiding the direction of the dead souls.

Along the way, Lin Shan saw many ghost messengers, who stood with swords or held various spiritual tools, looking at the passing dead souls with serious expressions.

On both sides of the road in the underworld, there are various halls, some are judgment halls, and some are book halls that record good and evil. Each hall is magnificent, with dragons carved on the roof and evil ghosts, and golden tiles glittering. In this dark world, they seem extremely sacred.

Lin Shan's perception wandered between the halls. He noticed the Ten Halls where the Ten Yama Kings were located. The ten halls have their own characteristics, representing different trial areas in the underworld. Each Yama Hall has an iron-faced and selfless judge and a soul-collecting messenger who records the good and evil of life.

Among them, there are some acquaintances of Xu Shi and Lin Shan.

At the back of the underworld are magnificent tombs, stacked up in layers and arranged in an orderly manner.

"Hmm? Is it him?" Lin Shan's eyes fixed on a tomb, and the next moment, he appeared inside the tomb.

Inside the tomb, a chubby figure was busy tapping on an abacus, and in front of him stood a young man who looked quite young.

"Chu Lin, 72 years old, sequence 8 extraordinary, life span of 800 years, the soul-reversing technique deducted 100 years of life span, and there are still 628 years of life span."

After getting the final result, he picked up the brush next to him and recorded it in a book like an account book.

"Okay, you can go to the Soul-Reversing Hall to collect your body."

The young man bowed and retreated respectfully.

"What's your name?" The fat man continued to ask without raising his head.

"Lin Shan." Lin Shan replied.

"Lin Shan..." The fat man stopped the work in his hands and began to calculate something with his fingers.

After a moment, he looked up and opened his mouth wide, "You... you are Lin Shan Xianxian?"

Lin Shan nodded. The fat man in front of him was Nangong Xiaoming, Nangong Ming's son.

Nangong Xiaoming hurriedly stood up and greeted him with an apologetic look on his face, "Lin Xianxian is here, I'm sorry for not welcoming you."

Lin Shan had no extra expression, "I'm looking for someone, Qian Ning, do you know where he is?"

Nangong Xiaoming looked thoughtful, "Qian Ning... Qian Nianyun's father?"

Lin Shan nodded, "Yes, it's him, is he in the underworld?"

Nangong Xiaoming sighed, "Logically, he has made great contributions and should be kept in the underworld, but when he died, the rules of the underworld were not sound, and many extraordinary souls were not introduced. He... may have returned to the source sea."

This is bad news.

"Do you know where the red umbrella in his hand went?" Lin Shan asked.

After thinking about it, Nangong Xiaoming said, "You mean the red umbrella that Uncle Qian has been holding in his hand? After he died, that umbrella must have been given to his daughter. The Qian family had a promising grandson. Qian With the support of Zhu Yiping, Nianyun should now be in sequence five. If you want to find the red umbrella, you can ask Qian Nianyun.

Lin Shan left the underworld, returned to the human race and went directly to Yuan Guang to ask about Qian Nianyun.

"You're talking about that girl from the Qian family. Her son took her on a trip some time ago. It seems that she went to the cat tribe." Yuan Guang told the news about Qian Nianyun. The circle of top extraordinary people was not large, and they were all acquaintances.

"Cats?"

"After the alliance was established, the tribes no longer had the title of affiliated tribe. The cat tribe is now considered independent, but in essence it still belongs to the human tribe. Policies and other matters are controlled by the human tribe." Yuan Guang explained, According to records, when the cat tribe attacked the human race, it was Lin Shanxian who turned the tide. Yuan Guang was afraid that Lin Shan still had hatred for the cat tribe, so he couldn't help but explain a few more words, "In that dark age, the good and evil of each tribe were involuntarily. Yes, the Cat Clan has helped the Human Race a lot over the years, and many people in the Human Race have now accepted the Cat Clan.”

As he was talking, he discovered that Lin Shan was no longer where he was.

Yuan Guang couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then his expression became solemn, "Does Lin Shan still have hatred for the cat clan? We have no reason to forgive our enemies for our ancestors, but we must follow the general trend of development. I heard that the cat clan seems to be a little different now. , Forget it, I have retired a long time ago, these things are not my responsibility. "