Chapter 73: Messenger

"Then... those who came to capture me must be the Yin soldiers."

You Chuiyun said: "I can leapfrog to challenge Jindan. I guess it won't be possible if the Yin soldiers come to get me. Maybe I can fight with them..."

"It's the messenger who captured you."

You Chuiyun jumped up suddenly: "A messenger in the realm of gods? I, a humble foundation builder, deserve to be personally attacked by a messenger? Is that a mistake?"

Princess Zhaoyang beckoned him to sit down: "Young man, don't lose your composure... The messenger will naturally not come out to catch people just because of a mere foundation building realm."

You Chuiyun said: "What you said is - a clone?"

"That's right...this is their magical power that relies on the power of the underworld. They have many clones. For example, if you listen to the legends in Fengxiao Realm, Zhong Kui and Yu Lei Shen Tu are among them."

You Chuiyun looked astonished: "So that's it..."

"Of course, they alone cannot manage the affairs of ghosts in the lower realm, so they often cooperate with others. For example, the Longhu Mountain Celestial Masters signed an agreement with the envoy to assist in the management of ghost affairs, and their main task is to eliminate all the ghost affairs.

Evil ghosts are evil."

You Chuiyun thought of Huang Huaqing's techniques for dealing with zombies: "Xiaoyao Guan is also good at this."

Princess Zhaoyang nodded: "So the person who came to catch you may be the Taoist priest of Xiaoyaoguan..."

You Chuiyun's face darkened: "Can we not mention this?"

"Don't mention it? Then I won't care if you are taken away and sent to hell." Princess Zhaoyang held her face with her small hands and lightly opened her red lips, showing a playful look.

You Chuiyun didn't look at her to avoid being distraught: "Oh, I, You Chuiyun, was born as a servant of the princess and died as a slave of the princess. I still wanted to serve the princess for the rest of my life, but it's a pity that I have to go to the eighteenth level of hell to climb the mountains of swords and the sea of ​​fire.

Forget it, I will work for the princess again in my next life."

Princess Zhaoyang was really angry and funny when she saw him looking like a scoundrel, and said: "You have a way of being smooth-talking."

"Oh, people have to bow their heads under the eaves. These people are dead, and they don't care about losing face."

You Chuiyun sighed and said, "Even if the princess saves me this time, I won't survive long before the next time comes." Unexpectedly, Princess Zhaoyang's tone changed and she cut people as cold as a cold knife: "There is no next time, even if it is the next time."

I can't interfere with reincarnation either."

For the first time, You Chuiyun felt the majesty of this old man who had lived for ten thousand years, as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar.

"Then...what your Highness means is..."

You Chuiyun asked carefully: "Since you can't interfere with reincarnation..."

Princess Zhaoyang whispered: "The answer lies in what I just said, don't you feel it?"

You Chuiyun felt sweat dripping down his face.

"You, you mean-"

Princess Zhaoyang made the same move as the god, straightened up and said: "Sign a contract and become an envoy."

"ah!"

You Chuiyun jumped up again.

Princess Zhaoyang ignored his surprise and continued: "This is the way I have found for you."

You Chuiyun suddenly realized that he seemed to have fallen into a trap. Princess Zhaoyang in front of her was still so beautiful, but she was as scary as a snake.

He even wondered if he had offended this ten thousand year old princess.

"You said... you made me an immortal..."

Princess Zhaoyang's eyes were deep and terrifying, and every word she spoke was like a heavy hammer hammering into his heart: "Ghosts and fairies are also fairies..."

You Chuiyun couldn't accept Princess Zhaoyang's explanation. He collapsed a little: "Ghosts and immortals are just...people are not humans and ghosts are not..."

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Ghosts? I, I, I'm afraid of ghosts and you don't know."

Yes, You Chuiyun said that he was scared to death of ghosts.

Princess Zhaoyang said oh and returned to her original demeanor. She no longer looked so cold: "I almost forgot."

But she immediately said: "But it's not up to you."

You Chuiyun said anxiously: "Didn't you say that the messenger is different? What if his cultivation method is different from mine now? How will I deal with it? Will I be giving up my martial arts?"

"What are you yelling about?"

Princess Zhaoyang glanced at him and said, "Do you have a choice again?"

You Chuiyun was stunned and silent when she said that. After a while, he bowed his hands to the princess deeply and said, "I was rude just now. I am here to apologize to His Highness and ask His Highness to punish you."

Princess Zhaoyang was silent. After a while, she let him get up, and then sighed: "You are smart. If I were the Princess Zhaoyang who made all the changes back then, such a trivial matter as resurrecting from the dead would not matter. Unfortunately, I am only in the heaven now.

Regrets, the dust of history.

I have no right to interfere, but that doesn't mean I can't do anything.

You have to work hard as the messenger of the underworld. Although it is not orthodox, it is registered with the ghost king of the underworld, and its status is higher than that of ordinary Yin soldiers."

You Chuiyun nodded, it seemed that he had to make this move.

Princess Zhaoyang continued: "How bad are your eyes?"

"ah?"

"The former owner of your eyes was also a messenger..."

You Chuiyun was confused and asked: "How come the princess knows so much..."

Princess Zhaoyang snorted: "I have been looking down here, and I know everything very well. Do you think... you can escape my eyes?"

You Chuiyun thought she was bragging because she was obviously spying on him, but nothing she said could escape her notice.

But even this is terrifying.

"These eyes are very rare and rare. They are the talent of a race. They are also their only legacy until now. They have disappeared in the long river of history."

Princess Zhaoyang said: "With these eyes to the extreme, they can penetrate all things, see the origin of the world, and intuitively see all the rules of the world."

"Can I understand the origin and rules of the world?"

You Chuiyun couldn't help but get excited and had the urge to gear up.

"It's up to you? Just practice for tens of thousands more years... Now you can see through what's hidden behind a stone. It's pretty good."

Princess Zhaoyang said calmly.

Ah, You Chuiyun sat back in despair.

"These eyes were not yours in the first place. Why are you so frustrated? You picked up a great opportunity for no reason and yet you are picky."

Princess Zhaoyang teased: "That's the way you are."

"Under the teachings of the princess, I believe that I will not rest on my laurels. It is my long-cherished wish to protect the princess to the death, and it is my ideal to help His Highness."

You Chuiyun said it so righteously, as if Princess Zhaoyang were his biological parents.

Princess Zhaoyang's scalp was numbed by his confession, and she felt a chill in her heart: "You have no talent for this trick, stop saying that you have it."

"Ouch."

You Chuiyun was disappointed, he thought his acting skills were good.

"Back to the topic, your eyes give you an advantage, and you have the prerequisites to become a messenger."

"What?"

"Can't you guess it?" Princess Zhaoyang gave up.

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A flash occurred in You Chuiyun's mind.

"Could it be something like Yin Yang eyes..."

"Smart and similar, you can see things that even the soul can't see if you don't practice."

You Chuiyun said deeply: "Yin things are evil. How will the princess teach me how to use them..."

Princess Zhaoyang nodded: "As for how to develop it, you can figure it out yourself. Don't bother me with everything."

You Chuiyun felt the urge to die together with Princess Zhaoyang.

If you pinch a horse, does it still look like a human horse?

"how?"

"No."

You Chuiyun swallowed back this suffocating breath.

"You are just a slave to relieve my boredom. Don't put your position too high. I can lift you up, and I can naturally throw you down."

Princess Zhaoyang sneered.
To be continued...