In the netherworld palace, when Han Mobin, the ghost king of netherworld, was drinking tea, suddenly a wave of space caught his attention. He let out his ghost sense and looked like he was smiling. He murmured, "it seems that the wind is really good!" Then the frown seemed to think of something, and the frown disappeared.

"feng'er, Yan'er, come quickly!" Han Mobin, the ghost king of the netherworld, said to the two people who were about to walk into the room.

before long, Lin Fenglin and Wang Yanqing came in hand in hand, but they were greeted by the joking eyes of the ghost king of the netherworld.

"master..."...