Ling Mulao didn't even look at the ghost, and jumped across the Naihe Bridge like a bolt of lightning, knocking over the Meng Po soup that Meng Po handed him.

"What I hate the most is forcing others to throw away their own memories." Ling Mulao snorted coldly, and the moment Ling Mulao passed by, the knife hand fell and knocked over the entire soup in Po Meng's pot.

His body was flashing with lightning, and after a moment, he heard the shocked voice of the ghost from far away, "Why is this... another ghost here to cause trouble!"

Traveling quickly, Ling Mulao relied on his good martial arts to pass through the 18 levels of hell without any hindrance, and arrived at the palace of King Yama in the blink of an eye.

There were only two ghost masters in front of the palace, but although Ling Mulao was a ghost, with the protection of the demon-suppressing seal in his body, the ghost master was naturally no match for her.

However, in less than one round, the ghost was defeated, and his soul was almost mutilated, so he had to give way obediently.

"Who are you to break into the underworld without permission!" On the desk in front of the palace, the deacon who was writing the death record was so frightened that the brush in his hand shook, and the name on the scroll suddenly tilted.

Ling Mulao raised his eyebrows, and his whole body exuded an aura more terrifying than death. He pointed at the scroll written by the deacon and said coldly: "This is the death record."

".." The deacon was mute. Seeing that Ling Mulao was here to cause trouble, he immediately collected the death record and held it in his arms.

Although Ling Mulao didn't get any answer, when he saw the deacon's reaction, he knew that he had guessed correctly. He stepped forward and snatched the death record from the deacon's hand.

Without saying anything, he quickly flipped through the records with his fingers, page after page, but there was no name of Nangong Yi at all between the lines.

Seeing this, the deacon, who was staggered by a palm, looked like chaff and said: "You kid, you are so brave. You dare to look at the sacred objects in the underworld and not return them quickly..."

With a sharp look in his eyes, Ling Mulao approached the other party as if he were flying at the words, and then grabbed the deacon's shirt with all his strength with his fingers, "Where is Nangong Yi's name?"

"Who is this person? I have never heard of it..." The deacon was a weak scholar during his lifetime. After his death, he was favored by Yama and became the deacon of the underworld, so his face became even paler after being threatened by Ling Mulao.

"Hmph, don't fool me. If you don't tell me where Nangong Yi is, then you're going to die!" With a bite of his silver teeth, Ling Mulao's whole body instantly erupted with strong anger.

"This deacon really... really doesn't..." the deacon's voice trembled.

But before he finished speaking, he saw a whirlpool quickly condensing in Ling Mulao's palm, which looked like it was going to chop him into pieces with one palm.

Of course, this ghost is not afraid of pain. After all, it is just a ray of soul after death, but the most painful thing is the ray of soul, because once it is broken, it cannot be put back together, which is the same as the soul being scattered.

"Girl, you are so noble, I really don't know!" The deacon clasped his fists in begging for mercy, but he could feel the wind on his face as he spoke.

Flint and lightning flashed, just as Ling Mulao's palm was about to hit the deacon's face, suddenly a black and white robe fluttered behind him, and the black and white impermanence appeared.

Ling Mulao lifted up the butler with his palm and threw it at him. Black and white were caught off guard, and the three of them fell into a ball and rolled around on the ground.
Chapter completed!