After Disappearing For 20 Years, I Return As The Most Powerful Heavenly Master

He saw a pair of eyes.

Yes.

Just a pair of eyes.

When the memory unfolded like a movie screen, the first thing that came into view was a dark scene. When the old man with a hairpin looked at it attentively, a pair of eyes opened in the darkness.

this moment.

The old man with a wooden hairpin seemed to have returned to the weakest moment in his life. At that time, he was just an ordinary person and had not yet come into contact with ghosts. He met his first ghost.

And he is a ghost king.

As an ordinary person, he faced a ghost king and had no chance to fight back. He was filled with horror and trembling.

These eyes are like the pupils of the Ghost King when he first faced him...

trembling.

Palpitations.

be terrified.

Creepy.

All kinds of emotions should not appear in him as a land god now.

There was no time to look at the scene in his memory again. The old man with a wooden hairpin felt as if his chest was being bombarded by an eternal Mount Tai, and he couldn't stop spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The snooping stopped abruptly.

He was so shocked by the pressure of those eyes that he vomited blood.

"What it is?!"

The old man with a wooden hairpin was shocked.

He couldn't understand that those eyes were just a memory, but he was hurt by the memory.

You must know that memory is like a movie show. How can a person watch a movie and be hurt by the people in the movie? But this happens.

unless……

The owner of those eyes is unimaginably powerful, so powerful that even if it only exists in the memory of others, it cannot be desecrated.

The old man with a wooden hairpin tried to peek at Zhang Ze and saw the existence in Zhang Ze's memory. In disguise, he peeked into the past of this existence. After all, it was in Zhang Ze's memory.

The memory of his encounter with Zhang Ze also belongs to the memory of this statue.

The thought of this.

The old man with the wooden hairpin was in a state of shock. Everything happened too fast. In just a moment of peeking, he almost died in Zhang Ze's memory. He didn't even have time to see clearly the appearance of the owner of those eyes.

"Is there someone else, or are those eyes the same as that of the young land god?"

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

But no matter who the other party was, he finally understood one thing. No wonder the young land god dared to let him peek into his memory. It turned out that his memory lurked terror.

…

at the same time.

On Huangquan Road in Hell.

According to legend, Huangquan Road is where people enter the underworld after death. If you want to be reincarnated, you must pass through Huangquan Road, pass by the Naihe Bridge, and finally enter the six paths of reincarnation.

now.

The road to the underworld is as always, with dead souls walking on it one by one, heading to Naihe Bridge to drink Meng Po soup. However, on this road to the underworld, there is a strange figure.

He is different from other dead souls, and he is also different from the Yin soldiers guarding the Huangquan Road, sitting beside the Huangquan Road.

On both sides of the Huangquan Road, as far as the eye can see, the beautiful Bianhua flowers are blooming everywhere.

He sat on a big rock among the flowers on the other side, bored and watching the passing souls.

Its strange behavior.

It attracted the attention of many dead souls who had just arrived in the underworld and looked sideways at him.

"Didn't you say you can't go out of Huangquan Road, let alone touch the flowers of the other side? Why can that old man do it?"

A young revenant passing by spoke.

Not long ago, he died in a car accident while driving a motorcycle. He came to the underworld to prepare for reincarnation. During this period, he was warned not to step out of the underworld, let alone touch the flowers of the other side, as there would be serious consequences.

However, what he had been told a thousand times was done by a bad old man.

in his field of vision.

The alien figure looked like an old man. He didn't have a clean face and neat clothes like the old man with a wooden hairpin, nor did he have the fairy-like demeanor of the old Taoist Zhang Yang.

This old man looks just like an ordinary old man.

Wearing a white sleeveless vest, paired with a pair of large trousers, and a pair of cheap slippers that can buy three pairs for 10 yuan, he looks a bit like the Fire Cloud Evil God, but not as bald and ugly as the Fire Cloud Evil God.

The old man has a lazy appearance and a head full of white hair, blowing in the dark wind of the underworld.

Whether it was the young soul who had just died or the souls of other souls passing by, one word could not help but come to mind - bad old man.

The bad old man couldn't help but turn his head and look over when he heard the young soul's words:

"What? Young man, do you also want to enter the flowers on the other side?"

He said, showing his white teeth:

"I suggest you don't have this idea, because you can't get in. Without my strength, you will die."

Young dead soul: "Uh..."

Other dead souls: "..."

Many dead souls rolled their eyes, what a boastful old man.

Facing their looks, the old man saw it and was about to respond. Suddenly, he looked towards the sky.

His sudden move was noticed by the dead souls, and they all took advantage of the situation and looked towards the sky where the old man was looking.

"What is he looking at? Is there anything there?"

"I don't understand. Is there something wrong with my eyes? Why can't I see what he is looking at?"

"It's nothing different. I've been here in the underworld for three days, and it's still such a mess."

"I suspect he's just trying to be cool and mysterious."

They look to the sky.

The sky is as red as human blood, and there is only a blood-colored circle hanging high and everlasting. The underworld will not collapse and will remain unchanged forever.

The bad old man didn't say anything, nor did he pay attention to what they said. He looked towards the sky and muttered:

"Hey, someone is spying on Xiao Zeze's memory?"

He said that he was counting with one hand.

A second or two passed.

He rolled his eyes and muttered:

"I thought some great guy was spying on Xiao Zeze, but it turned out to be just a little brat. How could he be so weak at such an old age? This brat is good enough to let such a bratty guy see me."

…

at the same time.

In a dream.

Zhang Ze felt that the old man with the hairpin was spying on his memory, so he quickly retreated and chuckled:

"Are you retreating now? You just took a look."

He slowly looked in one direction of this dreamland.

Far away in a wooden house in a distant mountain forest, the old man with a wooden hairpin seemed to have something. He didn't have time to shock the Zhang Ze memory he had glimpsed, and looked towards the bronze mirror.

This look.

Pupils shrink suddenly.

The bronze mirror no longer looked like a mirror at this moment, but more like a window. Zhang Ze inside the window was looking at him outside the window through the window.

How is this possible, that I was discovered? !

illusion?

No, this is not an illusion.

The old man with a hairpin clearly saw it, and Zhang Ze smiled at him as their eyes met.

He really wanted to think that Zhang Ze's smile was just a coincidence, after all, the 'copy' was the one who died, and his prying was forced out.

However.

When he saw Zhang Ze's dark eyes reflecting his figure, he knew that this was not an illusion or a coincidence. Zhang Ze had indeed found him through dreams.

To be precise, Zhang Ze was forcibly interfering with the dream. Through the dream he controlled, he followed the dream and spied on him.

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