5603: C5603 Capture the Strong Men

C5603 Capture the Strong Men

Yang Bo shook his head, "There is no good way. We can only wait!"

"We still have plenty of time. After all, the Netherpassage Saint is still a saint. Even if he hides himself, he will still be as dazzling as a star!"

The golden bull frowned and did not say much. He felt that Yang Bo was not reliable.

Although the Netherworld was under the jurisdiction of the Underworld, this place was more like a free land. No matter which force it was, they would not care about this place.

It was also very difficult for Yang Bo to find the Netherpassage Saint's clone.

The fragrance of the tea filled the air. Yang Bo held the tea cup and savored it carefully, but he was thinking about the location that the Netherpassage Saint could hide himself in.

A hidden city was a big one, and a hidden village was a small one.

If the Netherpassage Saint wanted to hide himself, he should hide himself in a city.

If he hid himself in the wilderness, it was very likely that he would be discovered by the Holy Executioner.

The Netherworld City was the center of the Netherworld. There were a large number of cultivators here, and many saints were waiting here.

In Yang Bo's opinion, this place should be the best place to hide himself.

The sky gradually darkened, and the number of customers in the teahouse decreased.

Many people had drunk a lot of tea, and they were already hungry. At this time, they were rushing home to eat. Only Yang Bo and the golden bull were sitting in the teahouse.

When the sky was completely dark and the lights were on, only Yang Bo and Yang Bo were left in the tea house. The golden bull knocked on the table and asked, "How is it?"

Yang Bo looked at him, "Senior golden bull, let's do this for today. Let's find a place to rest!"

The golden bull stared at Yang Bo, somewhat shocked, "You want to rest?"

"Do you know that three months is very short? The area of the Netherworld is vast. Even if we have a lot of people here, if we want to completely pull the net, it would be very big!"

"In this period of time, the others have been searching for clues without sleep, but we have to rest?"

Yang Bo laughed, "Fellow Taoist Niu, what do you think Saint Netherpassage will do next?"

"Will his clone hide himself in the deepest part? If we don't find more places, how can we find him?"

The golden bull frowned, "But, this way, it will be a waste of time!"

Yang Bo laughed and said, "Isn't it a waste of time for the others?"

"If we want to find Saint Netherpassage's clone, most of the time, what we do is meaningless."

The golden bull had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Next, the two of them found an inn and stayed there.

The next day, Yang Bo took the golden bull to stroll around the city.

Yang Bo brought the golden bull to eat delicious food and to drink in a brothel.

This was the Free City. Although there was some order in the city, there were many killings. Many cultivators were in danger at all times, and the pressure was extremely great.

It was because of this that there were many brothels in this city. Everyone loved to stroll in the brothels to relieve the pressure.

Even if they entered the brothel, there were still people fighting over the place.

Yang Bo and the golden bull looked at the flirtatious dance in front of them and listened to the sound of the zither, which was intoxicating.

The golden bull was a saint cultivator, and had long surpassed the mortal world, but even so, he still felt satisfied.

Although the golden bull was slightly unhappy that Yang Bo did not try his best to find the Ethereal Saint's clone, he still enjoyed the moment.

Just as Yang Bo and the golden bull were enjoying themselves, the door was suddenly kicked open.

A young man rushed in and reached out to grab a dancer, "Why are you here?"

"Didn't I already tell you? Don't receive anyone else in the future!"

"Wait until I gather all the Spiritual Stones, then I will redeem you!"

The dancer looked at the young man and said affectionately.

Yang Bo glanced at him and asked, "Who is he? Who does he think he is?"

"How dare you barge into my room?"

"Fellow Taoist Jin, it's up to you now!"

The golden bull was stunned for a moment before he reacted. This fellow called him Fellow Taoist Jin!

The young man stared at Yang Bo and said with a frown, "This young master doesn't change his name, nor does he change his surname. I am also the Ghost King of the Nether City!"

"How dare you talk back to the person I have my eyes on?"

The golden bull laughed, "Did you hear that? He is the Ghost King!"

"Can you not care?"

Yang Bo frowned. He stared at the young man and felt that he was a bit familiar, but also felt like he had seen him before.

Yang Bo frowned, "Ghost King? A self-proclaimed one?"

The young man was very proud of himself. "My father is Pan Wendada!"

"He is in charge of the Reincarnation Division, and specializes in the reincarnation of ghosts and souls!"

"It is not excessive for me to call myself the Ghost King, right?"

Only then did Yang Bo understand the identity of the other party. It turned out that he was Pan Wendada's son, and could be considered a member of his own family!

Back then, Yang Bo was the first batch of people to be conferred the title of Hell. Li Xuandao, Lu Zhining, Xu Yuanjing, and Pan Wendada were the first to be conferred the title. All of them had Immortal Realm, and could be considered the first batch of meritorious officials.

Over the years, they had been conscientious and diligent, and could be considered to have done their job well.

Therefore, in Yang Bo's opinion, although the young man in front of him was a little arrogant, he could still be considered a junior.

This was a junior who had not learned his lesson!

The golden bull laughed loudly, "When the water rushes into the Dragon King's temple, the family will not recognize each other!"

"Fellow Taoist Yang, you really are not good. Even your subordinates don't recognize you!"

Although the young man was self-confident, he could still be considered to have some foresight. When he heard the golden bull call him "Fellow Taoist Yang" and his "subordinates", he stared at Yang Bo and couldn't help but carefully investigate him.

Yang Bo stretched out his hand and waved it, causing the Magistrate Brush to fall into his hand. A wave of death aura lingered around.

Immediately after, Yang Bo pushed it away, and the Magistrate Brush disappeared.0

Seeing this scene, the young man finally confirmed Yang Bo's identity. With a plop, he knelt down, "Junior Pan Xiaohu greets you!"

Yang Bo waved his hand, and immediately set up a soundproof formation, preventing Pan Xiaohu's voice from being heard.

Yang Bo waved his hand, "All of you, get out!"

The dancers present immediately left.

Pan Xiaohu was a little hesitant when he pulled the dancer, but he did not dare to hesitate at all, pushing the dancer out.

Pan Xiaohu knelt down once again, "Junior did not recognize Mount Tai, and was unable to recognize Emperor Fengdu. I hope that the Emperor can punish me!"

Yang Bo stared at him, "You have a late stage Immortal Foundation cultivation, right?"

"Are you familiar with the Netherworld?"

Pan Xiaohu hurriedly said, "I'm already at the eighth level of the Immortal Foundation. Because the days in the Underworld are boring, I often come here to take a walk!"

As he spoke, he secretly sized Yang Bo up, afraid that Yang Bo would blame him.

Pan Xiaohu pointed outside again, "That dancer doesn't have much of a relationship with me. If the Emperor wants to..."

Yang Bo interrupted him directly, "I don't need it!"

"Since you are familiar with the Netherworld, then be my eyes for a few days. Help me find out some things!"

"Do you recognize the Netherpassage Saint?"

Pan Xiaohu knelt on the ground, "I have never seen the Netherpassage Saint before, I only heard of his reputation!"

"The Netherpassage Saint is almost the strongest Saint in the Netherworld. A while ago, he went out on a trip, and in the Holy World, because of some conflicts, he slaughtered a city."

"I heard that the city was filled with blood, and hundreds of thousands of people were killed!"

Yang Bo nodded, "Help me inquire about the past of the Netherpassage Saint. Where does he like to go? What does he like to eat?"

"Everything related to him must be investigated clearly!"

"I'll do it immediately!"

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