Don't judge by appearances.

"Uh-oh! Thor has been killed by the Furuohua!"
"The Rain God just died!"
Infuriated, the Supreme Old Lord threw his duster on the ground and squeezed out two tears while lying down.
"Heavenly Emperor, please let that ancestor come and take control!"
The sound of crying is helpless and urgent.
"Now all five realms are laughing at us!!"
——
The white palace is decorated in a fresh and elegant manner, with every item carefully carved.
Hazy gauze curtains are adorned with strings of white jade beads, which are crystal clear.
The faint outline of a profile is faintly revealed on the light white gauze.
Only his fingers placed on the jade table lightly tap twice, with a clear and cold voice that is warm and pleasant to listen to.
"Understood."
Tai Shang Lao Jun had just stood up when he heard this sentence, and he almost bent over with laughter, causing his snow-white beard to twitch.
He patted his chest, exhaled deeply, and calmed down.
"So, what should we do now?"
"The man inside the white gauze curtain spoke without hesitation."
"She will come to resolve it, you just need to protect yourself."
"Okay! I will!"
Upon hearing this, Supreme Old Lord's pounding heart finally settled, and he immediately ran out.
"Fantastic!"
A man sat behind a white gauze curtain, picked up the jade cup in his hand, and drank it all in one go, gently revealing.
"Lian Qing should be back by now."
The vague outline reflected a graceful and unrestrained movement.
——
The underworld.
A gathering place of souls, the gates of the underworld, are crowded and black.
Souls wander and float in the air.
The woeful and mournful cries are heart-wrenching.
The pitch-black hell is murky, only illuminated by a fiery blue light.
A huge palace is surrounded by marrow.
A cold wind blew in, blowing open the pages of the book of life and death placed on the table.
The wind suddenly stopped, and the book of life and death stopped turning.
The page blown open by the wind clearly bears a name.
Nangong Banxia, deceased.
——
The book of life and death lies quietly, emitting a black light.
The entire hall is enveloped in black light.
The fire-blue candles tremble, and a gust of cold wind extinguishes their light.
The entire palace was completely dark, and one couldn't see their hand before their eyes.
"Bang!"
A black figure fell heavily on the table.
The black light of the Book of Life and Death faded and returned to calm.
It seemed as if nothing had happened.
But the black figure on the table proves that everything that happened just now is real.
"Damn, I'm so clumsy!"
Baili Ming got up in a mess, rubbing his swollen face.
One day in the sky, one year on earth.
Was sucked into the mortal realm by the Ghost Lantern for more than ten days.
Finally returned to the underworld upon death.
——
Thinking about the things experienced in the mortal realm.
Baili Ming's expression gradually stiffened.
"Also, he is called Gu Yizhou."
"In the mortal world, he is called Gu Yizhou."
"He has a beloved sister."
"Called Gu Huo'er."
"He has a woman he loves."
"Called 'Zhongli'."
——
"Baili Ming was slightly startled."
"Zhongli?"
He reached out to look at the Book of Life and Death on the table, hoping to find this name.
The Book of Life and Death was flipped back and forth in his hand, but the person's name still did not appear.
How could it be missing?
The thoughts in Baili Ming's mind are swirling.
By the way.
The lifespan of immortals is endless, only their names will not appear on the book of life and death.
Could it be...?
Baili Ming guessed in his heart, "Tsk."
"Who would Zhongli be..."
He casually threw the Book of Life and Death onto the table.
The Book of Life and Death started flipping on its own until it stopped on a page.
Baili Ming was about to go take a look.
"Your Highness, you're back."
Black and White Impermanence appeared, speaking at the same time but with different voices.
They were accompanied by a soul, which was too far away to see clearly.
Baili Ming often disappears and sometimes stays away from the underworld for two hundred years.
He disappeared for several days and suddenly came back today.
They were instead surprised, after all, there were still many matters in the underworld that needed to be dealt with by the king of the underworld.
Black Impermanence knelt on one knee and bowed his head in salutation.
"Your Highness, today there is something unusual with a soul."
Bailiming recovered his serious and indifferent look, and raised an eyebrow when he heard the question.
"Oh? Bring it over and let me have a look."
Baiwuchang pulled the iron chain in his hand, and the sleeping soul behind him suddenly woke up and was pulled to the desk directly.
He slowly raised his head.
Baili Ming just picked up the Book of Life and Death, and his sight fell on a familiar face. He subconsciously let go of it.
"Pa!"
The Book of Life and Death fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.
The whole palace was silent.
Black and White impermanence glanced at each other and turned away.
The prince should have noticed too.
Although this soul is dead.
But he...
——
Baili Ming widened his eyes and pointed at the person in front of him, slightly shocked.
"Nangong Banxia!?"
Nangong Banxia frowned, looking confused, and his voice was filled with doubt.
"Are you talking about me?"
"I don't remember what my name is."
The Book of Life and Death on the table turned its pages automatically and stopped at a name.
The name "Nangong Banxia" written in black ink slowly disappeared.
The white paper became clean and there was no sign of the name previously written.
"Thi-this-this!!!"
Baili Ming stared in disbelief, pointing at the blank paper but unable to say a word, his voice stuttering.
"How could my name disappear!?"
Nangong Banxia saw his name being erased little by little in the notebook.
He was slightly shocked.
"I don't know what place this is."
Bai Li Ming frowned as he studied the Book of Life and Death in his hands, and impatiently replied.
"Netherworld."
The names carved on the Book of Life and Death disappeared automatically, which was a strange phenomenon.
How could the name of a mortal suddenly disappear from the Book of Life and Death?
Could it be that he has become an immortal?
Baili Ming looked at him and said, "The Netherworld is where the dead come, and you are already dead now."
Nangong Banxia nodded gently and stood quietly beside him without saying a word.
This posture and style are not at all like his usual style.
Bai Liming has some knowledge of Nangong Banxia whether he is in the mortal world or in the beginning.
After all, their relationship is that of rivals in love.
Why did a seemingly seductive man become so obedient?
Where did things go wrong?
——
Bai Li Ming held his chin, closely observing the man in front of him.
Nan Gong Ban Xia's peach blossom eyes were clear and calm, with no ripples in his pupils. His long black hair cascaded behind him, and he was wearing a blue robe.
Well... His appearance hasn't changed.
His name disappeared from the Book of Life and Death.
He can't reincarnate at all.
The only way now is to let him stay.
Baili Ming looked at the man intently and made a decision.
"You will be Meng Lao in the future."
"Meng Lao needs to drink the Soup of Past Events for the deceased souls so that they can forget their earthly troubles and be reborn."
Nangong Banxia understood after listening and nodded gently.
"I have something I want to ask."
百里冥重新坐在椅子上，拿起手里生死簿，随便翻了翻。
"Ask quickly."
"Did you just call me Nan Gong Ban Xia? Do we know each other?"
Nangong Banxia currently has no memory in his mind.
He is completely blank and knows nothing.
Baili Ming's hand stopped briefly, without hesitation, he said,
"We don't know each other."
"You look like someone I know, but you're not him."
South Palace Banxia nodded and was about to leave, but was stopped by the person behind him.
"Ahem, well... Meng Lao cannot show his face to others."
Baili Ming lies with a serious face.
"If you are seen by someone, you will have to have a battle with that person. Otherwise, blood will flow from your seven orifices, transforming into a lonely soul, forever unable to be reincarnated, and thrown into the eighteenth layer of hell, where you will endure the pain of being burned by raging fire every day, and so on..."
Not saying anymore, can't make up any further!
Baili Ming reached out and produced a silver mask, forcibly handing it to the man along with a gray cloak.
"You must wear the mask and this cloak."
Nangong Banxia looked at the two things in her hand, but her words were interrupted by the man's voice.
"Let me tell you, the previous several Meng Lao (a former superior) refused to take a day off because someone saw their faces. They are still in the eighteenth level of hell!"
Baili Ming continued to make up stories: "I'm doing this for your own good, so you don't suffer losses."
Nangong Banxia nodded heavily, wearing a silver mask on her face and a bamboo hat on top.
"Thank you for informing me."
Baili Ming smiled reassuringly and patted the man's shoulder.
"Hmm, go ahead."