The abandoned garden, drizzle, and mist blur the boundary between reality and illusion.

"Your name is... King of Hell?" Xu Wang asked again.

"Is there any problem?" The young man tilted his head, wondering why the two were stunned.

Yes, of course there are problems.

Meeting the King of Hell in Chi Yingxue's world is not surprising at all, but as Xu Wang and Wu Sheng, who have really been with the King of Hell, the "King of Hell" in front of him is so strange that it is caught off guard.

Not only strangers on the outside, but also changes in the inside.

Just like Chi Zhuolin has changed from a domineering president to a silly and sweet man, and the King of Hell has also changed from a worldly mature man with a little sinister and dark-bellied man to a vibrant young man.

Simple and straightforward, energetic and healthy, full of energy and energy to love someone, is very different from the King of Hell they know, and is almost completely opposite to the Chi Yingxue they know.

Xu Wang blinked hard, blinked off the water film between his eyelashes, making the "King of Hell" in his vision clearer and also sorted out the chaotic thoughts.

"No problem. It's just..." He smiled and pointed at himself and Wu Sheng, "We both know a friend, also known as King of Hell."

"Oh?" The King of Hell was curious and asked while putting on the black mask again, "What kind of person is he?"

"Be more mature than you, more sophisticated and more paranoid." Xu Wang looked at his facial features and hid them under the mask again, leaving only a pair of eyes flashing wild alertness.

"Why compare with me?" King Hell said funny, "We just happen to have the same name, but it doesn't really matter. If we have the same personality, we'll see the hell."

"There is really a place," Wu Sheng said leisurely, "You two are exactly the same."

Xu Wang looked at his military advisor in confusion.

The King of Hell also raised his eyebrows: "Where?"

Wu Sheng lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on his wounded arms and calves, which were still seeping blood. "You two don't know how painful it is."

The King of Hell lowered his head according to his gaze, saw his wound, and smiled indifferently: "If you get used to it, it won't hurt anymore."

"Are you always hurt?" Xu Wang keenly captured the fleeting bitterness in his eyes, and felt a grip in his heart, and then he said that.

The King of Hell was stunned, as if he was not mentally prepared for this problem, so he simply waved his hand: "Hey, stop talking about me, aren't you in a hurry to find Chi Yingxue? Then follow me quickly."

After speaking, he turned around and walked forward. In front of him, there was a dead tree, and there was no path or building.

Xu Wang and Wu Sheng looked at each other and quickly followed, but after following, Xu Wang still asked in a slight concern: "Which way are you going to take us?"

Perhaps it is because the King of Hell in reality that always has a little hostility towards Chi Yingxue, so Xu Wang and Wu Sheng are still unable to be 100% at ease with such a "neighborly and friendly" King of Hell.

"Of course it's the road for me - the King of Hell." The King of Hell glanced back at them, with a momentum that the heaven and earth could do my way.

While speaking, the three of them had already fallen under an extremely thick dead tree. The wide and yellow leaves were hung on the dead branches, and the old well pressed against the stone slab under the tree.

The King of Hell bent down, took a deep breath, and pushed off the large stone slab with one force, revealing the weather-beaten wellhead.

The well was dried up and you could see the bottom of the well at a glance.

"Don't tell me, you're ready to dance..." Before Xu Wang could finish speaking, a gust of wind had already passed by his side.

With a "punch", the King of Hell fell into the well. After the fall, he raised his head and greeted them: "Come down quickly."

Xu Wang looked at the bottom of the well, which was four or five meters deep, and his head hurt: "Is this your dedicated road?"

"Don't be afraid," the King of Hell spread his arms intimately, "I'll follow you."

"No," Wu Sheng refused for his captain, "He has someone to pick him up."

As Xu Wang fell steadily into Wu Sheng's arms, the small-scale bottom of the well was almost filled with three people. At the wall of the well at their knees, there was a round hole that was wide for one person. I don't know where to connect, but I could only feel the whizzing wind blowing from the entrance into the well from the hole, blowing on my already wet pants, making it gloomy and cool.

The King of Hell bent down with difficulty and drilled into the round hole.

Xu Wang and Wu Sheng looked at them indescribable, and always felt that they were not careful and went astray.

In the cave where I couldn't see my fingers, I could no longer hear the sound of rain on the ground. I only occasionally had "ticks" coming from somewhere, and I took advantage of the darkness to be particularly quiet.

King of Hell, Xu Wang, and Wu Sheng, followed the other one to climb forward. The speed was slow, the cave was bumpy, and the back was sore and the knees were painful. If Xu Wang didn't say anything, he would be suffocated to death.

Xu Wang: "Don't tell me that Chi Yingxue lives in the basement."

King of Hell: "How is it possible, the serious West Wing."

Xu Wang: "... Then why should we go underground!"

King of Hell: "There are people guarding it on the ground."

Xu Wang: "The gardener and the driver have been beaten away by us."

King of Hell: "They only guard the garden, and there are more guards in the inner courtyard. Without the permission of the Chi President, you want to break through, and you will not have enough of ten lives."

Xu Wang: "Mr. Chi Yingxue's father?"

King of Hell: "Other else can there be anyone else?"

Xu Wang: "That's it. He is Chi Yingxue's father. We are Chi Yingxue's friends. We communicate well with each other, and there is no reason why we won't be allowed to meet."

King of Hell: "That person, I can't communicate with you."

Xu Wang: "Have you tried it?"

King of Hell: "No need to try, he just locked Chi Yingxue in the west wing room and refused to go out. What else can he communicate with!"

Xu Wang paused, and Wu Sheng in the dark was slightly stunned.

When the corridor was shaking and a sound of "Chi Zhuolin" came from the sky, they foresaw that this "old Chi General" was not easy to mess with.

But at that time they just thought it was a majestic, serious and oppressive father, and never thought deeply about what was wrong with the father-son relationship between him and Chi Yingxue.

Xu Wang: "Why did he keep Xiaoxue locked up?"

King of Hell: "Xiaoxue?"

Xu Wang: "Oh, we all call him that."

King of Hell: "It seems that your relationship is really good."

Xu Wang: "We and you are friends now."

The King of Hell was amused: "I didn't expect that one day I would borrow the light of the snow from the Chi Yingxue."

"Back to the previous question," Wu Sheng reminded lightly, "Why does Mr. Chi lock Xiaoxue up?"

"I really don't know this," King of Hell sighed, "Anyway, I'll keep walking on the underground road when I'm looking for Chi Yingxue to play. You can't go wrong with following me, just..."

Xu Wang, Wu Sheng: "That's it?"

"This road may be a bit bumpy." The King of Hell paused word by word, speaking with innocent words.

After a long crawling forward, the three of them finally jumped out of the cave and entered a spacious space in unknown places.

Wu Sheng lighted up the flashlight of the mobile phone and saw clearly that it was a stone chamber, with all the walls made of smooth bricks and stones, and the same was true for the top of his head.

Xu Wang was about to ask where this place was when he saw the King of Hell walking to the corner of the wall, groping in the wall, as if looking for something.

Soon, a "click" to pull the wrench came from the King of Hell.

Then, the wall directly in front of them fell, revealing the next stone chamber.

The stone chamber is exactly the same size as the one they are now, and is square, with a totally closed upper, lower, left and right. In the corner of the wall where the King of Hell is now standing, there is an inconspicuous red wrench.

The only difference is that there is a hole in the wall of the stone chamber where they are now, which is the hole where they crawled over; and the walls around the stone chamber in front of them are intact, but the ground is densely covered with sharp knives, and the blades rush up, neatly like a killing formation.

"There are six stone chambers in total," the King of Hell explained enthusiastically, "We just need to pull the wrench, open the stone door, and break through one by one, and we will soon be able to reach the west wing."

Xu Wang turned to look at him and smiled slowly hard: "Is every stone chamber next like the one before?"

"How could it be?" The King of Hell shook his head immediately.

Xu Wang breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

King of Hell: "The more you get to the back, the more dangerous it is."

Xu Wang: “…”

Yama:"?"

Xu Wang: "That's what you said... Maybe, a little bit, bumpy?!"

...

Hidden secretarial room.

Kuang Jinxin, who didn't know that his captain and military advisor had already embarked on a bumpy road, finally gave up on Nezha's trouble in the long river of memory. He was afraid that he would continue to mess up, so he didn't get the password out and would harm the conventional memory.

If you can't remember, you can only take the book away.

Kuang Jinxin quickly checked the rest of the bookshelf and confirmed that there was only one real book. Then, with a little anxiety of "stealing other people's things", he put the book into a small backpack.

The moment before putting it in, he said he was curious or a misunderstanding, Kuang Jinxin opened the book and took a look.

When he first found the book, he had already opened it and read it. Although he couldn't remember the password, he could at least look at what kind of book his mother book was. The words "The Goose Mother's Children's Rhyme" were completely unfamiliar with him. Intuitively, it should be similar to "Grimm's Fairy Tale". He flipped a few pages casually. Sure enough, they were all nursery rhymes in Chinese and English, such as chasing cats, climbing firewood, and eating Christmas pie, which was simple and full of childishness.

But just as he had put the book halfway into his bag, his hand stopped, then took it out and opened it for a second time.

For no reason, I just think I should take a look.

This time, what he saw was a nursery rhyme with only five sentences—

therhaskilled.
To be continued...