Unexpectedly, before Xie Lian could answer, Lang Qianqiu heard him and said, “No!”

Shi Qingxuan asked: "Why not?"

Lang Qianqiu said seriously: "Your Highness Xianle, do you know Xueyu Tanhua? From what you said, I think you are friends with him."

Xie Lian nodded. Lang Qianqiu said, "Of course not. Although I think this Ghost King is not a good person, he probably let you go because he considers you a friend. If that's the case, you must not lie to your friends."

Shi Qingxuan said with a headache: "Hey Qianqiu, you are such a stubborn person!"

Xie Lian smiled and nodded, saying, “Very good. His Highness Taihua said so.”

Lang Qianqiu smiled and said, "You agree with me, right?"

Shi Qingxuan said, "What's good about that? We have three priests anyway. If we come back empty-handed, they will say that we are even less efficient than the Lingwen Palace. That would be so embarrassing."

Xie Lian smiled and was about to speak when he heard a sound of ghosts howling behind him. The three of them couldn't help but turn around and look. They saw a group of demons and ghosts chasing and fighting at the entrance of the alley, shouting, "Where's that little masked boy? Where's that little masked boy?"

Xie Lian saw the other two people were alert and said, “It’s okay, they’re not looking for us.”

As soon as the words fell, a shrill scream pierced their ears, sharply piercing into their ears.

Hearing this scream, Xie Lian's heart suddenly trembled. Before he could react, his body had already rushed out. Outside the alley, a group of strange-looking monsters and ghosts gathered in a circle, shouting, "Catch him!"

"Kill him again!"

"Fuck it, this little scum has stolen so much food from me that I must take it all from him!"

Shi Qingxuan said: "Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

Xie Lian did not answer, but walked towards that place step by step. He walked faster and faster, and finally he started to run, and he pushed aside the people outside, and took a quick look - the person being beaten in the middle was a ragged boy, who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, curled up in a ball, shivering on the ground.

Although he held his head tightly, one could still see that the boy's head was covered with several bandages in a mess. These bandages, like his hair, had become dirty.

Could this be the same bandaged boy that Xie Lian had briefly met on Yujun Mountain, then disappeared without a trace and his search was fruitless?

No wonder the Lingwen Palace has been saying for the past few days that the search for his whereabouts has been fruitless. If this young man escaped into the territory of the ghost world, how could the Lingwen Palace in heaven search for him in the human world?

The ghosts that were pulled away by Xie Lian became furious and pulled him away again. One ghost pulled the bandage on the boy’s head and said, “This little bastard is probably uglier than me. He’s so afraid of people pulling these things off his face…”

Lang Qianqiu angrily said, "What are you doing!" He threw those people away again. Shi Qingxuan had no time to stop him, so he could only slam his fan and said, "Qianqiu, you said you wouldn't be impulsive again!"

Now, many people were annoyed by Lang Qianqiu, and they rushed towards him, cursing, "You are another one who showed up halfway!" Lang Qianqiu said, "Master Feng, I'm sorry, this is the last time!" Then he started to fight with them. Shi Qingxuan had no choice but to shout, "Hey! I will never go on a patrol with you again!" Then, he naturally had to join the battle. Unfortunately, they couldn't cast spells and expose their spiritual light, so they could only punch and kick. There was also a small group of people beating the boy, but they were lifted up by Xie Lian. He leaned over to help the boy up and said, "Are you okay?"

Upon hearing this voice, the boy's shoulders trembled, and he shrank back to look at him. When he looked at Xie Lian, he realized that the bandages wrapped around his face were all stained with blood, black and red, and very scary. This appearance was even more terrifying than the last time they parted. The two big eyes that appeared from the gaps in the bandages were clearly black and white, and extremely clear. However, the reflection of Xie Lian in these dark eyes was full of fear and timidity.

Xie Lian supported the young man’s arm and said, “Come on, stand up. It’s okay.” But he suddenly screamed “Ah!”, pushed Xie Lian away, jumped up and ran away.

Because this young man had human immunity, he must have been related to Xianle Country. When Xie Lian saw him, his heart was shocked and he was a little dazed. He was pushed away unexpectedly and even his bamboo hat fell to the ground. He was startled and said, "Wait!"

When Xie Lian was about to chase them, the evil ghosts that he had just pushed away came back to haunt them. The boy fled to the long street. The street was crowded with people. He ducked a few times among the ghosts and was about to disappear. Ruo Xie couldn't get out and catch people in such a place. In a hurry, Xie Lian said, "My two lords, I leave this to you!" Ruo Xie rushed out and whipped a few evil ghosts to fly towards the two men. He ducked and grabbed the bamboo hat, and ran in the direction where the boy fled.

He squeezed forward with difficulty on the street, shouting all the way: "Excuse me! Excuse me!" The boy had been hiding and dodging in the human world for many years, so he was naturally familiar with escaping. Sometimes he could see his head, sometimes he could see his back, and sometimes he could not see him anymore, and he was actually getting farther and farther away. And he didn't know if it was an illusion, but Xie Lian only felt that the street in this direction was getting more and more lively, with people and ghosts rubbing shoulders with each other, and it was getting more and more difficult to squeeze. As he was chasing, suddenly a large group of people rushed out, and the group of ghosts completely separated him and the boy.

Seeing that little figure completely lost in the bustling crowd, Xie Lian stood there in a daze, lost in thought.

To be honest, he didn't know how he felt. Was he disappointed that he didn't catch the other person, or was he feeling that a nightmare was fading away from him?

Xie Lian remained motionless despite being washed by the surging ghosts. After a while, he suddenly heard a strange singing voice.

The singing was light, soft, very strange, and very charming, as if many women were flirting and playing while singing and dancing. Following the singing, Xie Lian turned around and saw that he had followed the young man to a magnificent building.

Both the heaven and the ghost world have very gorgeous buildings. However, the magnificent buildings in the heaven are dignified and majestic, while the magnificent buildings in the ghost market are gorgeous and frivolous. Even the three big characters "Jilefang" on this tall building exude a demonic aura.

After hesitating for a moment, Xie Lian walked in.

The beaded curtain was lifted, and a warm and fragrant breeze blew towards him. Xie Lian turned his head slightly, as if to avoid this lewd air. Then, he saw a large hall.

The hall was covered with a thick layer of snow-white carpet, made of fur of some unknown animal. Many pretty girls, with bare snow-white feet and wearing gauze clothes, stretched their bodies seductively, singing and dancing to their heart's content. The singing was spread by them.

The group of girls spun around wantonly, like countless roses with poisonous thorns, blooming in the middle of the night. When they turned in front of Xie Lian, they glanced at him rather provocatively. If a pedestrian broke in late at night and saw this scene, I wonder if they would be more terrified or more obsessed. However, when Xie Lian scanned the entire hall, his sight went straight through the group of girls. The first person he saw was Hua Cheng, who was sitting at the end of the hall.

At the end of the hall was a long couch made of black jade. It was very spacious and could accommodate more than ten people lying side by side. However, there was only one person sitting on the couch, and that person was Hua Cheng.

There were countless gorgeous girls from the ghost world singing and dancing in front of him, but Hua Cheng didn't even look at them. He just stared at what was in front of him with boredom.

In front of him was a small golden palace. At first glance, it looked like a building in heaven. But a closer look revealed that the palace was actually made of fine gold foil, and what he was absentmindedly playing with in his hand was also a piece of gold foil.

Building a palace with gold foil. Xie Lian often played this game in the Xianle Palace when he was young. The fun of the game was actually no different from that of ordinary children building houses with small stones. When he was young, he always liked to gather and disliked to disperse. No matter what it was, he didn't want to separate it once it was put together, and he didn't want to destroy it once it was made. Therefore, he would not allow anyone to touch anything he had built. He wished he could use glue to paste it so that it would never change. When he was younger, if he saw the small house he built collapsed, he would be so sad that he couldn't eat or sleep, and his father and mother had to comfort him all the time. Seeing this palace stacked up layer by layer, with about a hundred pieces of gold foil stacked up, trembling, it reminded people of a word: precarious. It seemed as if it would collapse if a breeze blew, and Xie Lian couldn't help but silently said in his heart: "Don't fall, don't fall."

Who would have thought that after a while, Hua Cheng stared at the palace for a moment, then suddenly smiled, stretched out a finger, and flicked lightly above the small golden palace -

With a loud crash, the entire golden palace collapsed.

Gold foil was scattered all over the ground. Having destroyed such a small golden palace, Hua Cheng looked a little happy, like a child who had knocked over a toy building block.

He threw the piece of gold foil he was playing with and jumped off the couch. The dancing girls quickly moved away and stopped singing. Hua Cheng stepped on the golden fragments and walked towards the door, saying, "Brother, since you are here, why don't you come forward? Could it be that you have become estranged from Sanlang after being away for only a few days?"

After hearing this, Xie Lian lowered the beaded curtain and said, “Just now at the gambling house, San Lang pretended not to know me.”

Hua Cheng had already walked up to him and said, "Lang Qianqiu is here too. If I don't just pretend to be nice, I'm afraid I'll cause trouble for my brother."

Xie Lian thought, “That was indeed a perfunctory move…”

He was not surprised that Hua Cheng had seen through Lang Qianqiu's identity. Maybe Hua Cheng also knew that Shi Qingxuan was mixed in with the ghosts. Xie Lian did not try to hide anything and said, "San Lang is still so knowledgeable."

Hua Cheng smiled and said, "Of course. Brother, did you come to see me specially this time?"

“…”

If Xie Lian knew Hua Cheng was here, he would probably take advantage of a day off to visit him, but that was not the case this time. However, Hua Cheng did not wait for his answer at all, and smiled slightly, saying, "Whether you come to see me or not, I am happy."

Hearing this, Xie Lian was startled. Before he could say anything, he heard the girls on both sides of him, who were covering their mouths, giggle.

Hua Cheng tilted his head, and they all bowed their heads, leaving in an instant. Only two people were left in the huge palace, and Hua Cheng said, "Brother, come sit over here."

As Xie Lian followed him, he glanced at him and smiled, “Is this your true appearance?”

Hua Cheng paused slightly.