Under the moonlight, crows were still circling overhead.
On the graves of the moonlit cemetery, the former State Preceptor of Great Yu, Master Gu Huo, sat on his own coffin.
He first stared blankly for a moment, then heard the other person's words, shook his head, and said blankly, "I don't know."
"Don't know?" The disheveled man, carrying a sword made of strung copper coins on his back, clicked his tongue in wonder,
"Then it seems that after your death, your Divine Soul wasn't reclaimed by the Death God. Haha, there are quite a few in the Capital who could block the Death God, like that Female Emperor, Zhang Yan Yi, and that almost invisible but incredibly powerful Xuan Yin monk... they could all do it."
Saying this, the leader of one of the three major evil organizations in Jianghu, the Netherworld Sect, spoke,
