Late at night, the bustling jinglingting quieted down. Except for a few gods of death who were dozing and patrolling, everyone else fell into a dream village.


    The huge icicle, which is more than kilometers high, stands there alone like a lighthouse. It seems to tell everyone that the comfort of the corpse soul world that has lasted for hundreds of thousands of years has gone forever. Get ready for the storm!


    The captain''s meeting was held all afternoon. After the meeting, a group of gods of death got the news. The general captain ordered jinglingting to be in a state of war readiness and allowed the team leaders and deputy leaders of all teams to carry soul chopping knives in jinglingting. When necessary, they can liberate soul chopping knives.


    Such a scene, no matter how dull people are, they also feel the smell of mountain rain.


    In the sewer, Kurosaki, who was covered with bandages, snorted with pain and struggled to sit up. Aside, Yamada huataro quickly raised his hand and stopped, "Mr. Kurosaki, you''re badly hurt. You''d better lie down and have a rest."


    "Thank you, huataro!" heizaki Yihu covered his chest and said hard, "aren''t you the God of death? Why do you want to save me? If someone notices, I''m afraid it will affect you."


    Yamada huataro was silent for a moment and then said, "your move is Yueya Tianchong. I have seen Lord Han use it. I think, as a disciple of Lord Han, you should not be a bad person."


    "What? Lord Han?"


    Heizaki Ichigo was stunned before he reacted. "You''re talking about Zhang Han. He didn''t teach me anything, but trained me for ten days. However, the ten days of training is more important than teaching me martial arts moves."


    For Zhang Han, heizaki Ichigo is extremely grateful. If he hadn''t fought continuously for ten days, he might not have the strength he has now.


    If Yihu knew that Zhang Han''s move was just to satisfy the evil taste of beating the protagonist, I don''t know what he would feel in his heart


    "By the way, how do you know Zhang Han? And call him lord Han?" heizaki Ichigo looked at huataro strangely.


    When Zhang Han was mentioned, Hua Tailang was proud, "Lord Han was once the seat officer of our sifan team. The whole jingling court is a famous ghost genius. When I entered the sifan team, Lord Han took good care of me..."


    "Also, in recent decades, the status of sifan team has improved so much because of the huidao spiral pill created by Lord Han..."


    Hua Tailang slightly modified Zhang Han''s deeds and told them.


    Heizaki Ichigo was more and more shocked. Unexpectedly, that guy had such a genius!


    On the other side, Zhang Han quietly touched the station of sifan team under the cover of the night.


    The battle during the day embarrassed the gods of death who had been in the battle for a long time. They simply wrapped up their minor injuries and went home. The seriously injured were crowded into the sifan team treatment center, which is now overcrowded.


    Zhang Han bypassed the front treatment center, crossed the training ground and came to the captain''s room. To his surprise, the light in the captain''s room was still on. Through the window, sister Hua could be seen faintly.


    Without hesitation, Zhang Han went forward and opened the door.


    "Is it Yongyin? At this time, there should be no patients who need first aid..." Mao Zhihua thought it was his adjutant, Hu Che Yongyin, raised his head, but was surprised to find that Zhang Han, who had been missing for 30 years, appeared at his desk.


    "Xiao Han, is it you?!" Mao Zhihua stood up, the corners of his mouth bent slightly, and his eyes showed a faint smile.


    As soon as Zhang Han disappeared, it was 30 years. Thirty years is not too long for death, but it is not short.


    Once upon a time, Mao Zhihua sent people to carefully investigate all corners of the corpse soul world, trying to find clues, but finally found nothing and had to give up.


    Now, seeing that Zhang Han appeared safely in front of him, a heart can finally be put back into his stomach. However, what followed was a lot of doubts.


    Why did Zhang Han come back? Why at this point in time? What is his relationship with the travel disaster invading the corpse soul world? Does it have anything to do with the disappearance of Captain Dongxian?


    In this way, complicated thoughts rushed to her mind. Even calling Zhang Han to sit down was ignored by her.


    "Sister Hua..."


    I thought I would have a lot to say when I saw the flower of Mao. However, when I really saw her, I couldn''t say anything under the agitation.


    Mao Zhihua bypassed the desk and came to Zhang Han. He raised his hand and touched his cheek. He said with a smile, "after leaving for so long, he has become a lot handsome! Well, the spirit pressure has become a lot strange, but it is the same as the spirit pressure of the icicle. Presumably, your disappearance should be related to captain Dongxian."


    "Moreover, your presence here shows that Captain Dongxian has died in your hands."


    "Dongxian is just a dog leg. What I really want to deal with is Lan ran Youjie, the captain of the WuFan team." Zhang Han glanced disdainfully. It seems that there is nothing to show off when he kills a strong captain.


    Mao Zhihua was a little stunned and turned to pull Zhang Han to sit down. "Since you came to see me late at night, you should have a reason to convince me. If you can''t convince me, I''ll tie you up and send you to the captain."


    Speaking of the end, Mao Zhihua was already chuckling, but his eyes were very serious, obviously not as relaxed as he said.


    Zhang Han had a black line and threatened himself when he met him. As expected, he was worthy of sister Hua.


    "It''s actually quite simple. Sister Hua should be very clear about the virtual event of Pingzi Zhenzi and others a hundred years ago..."


    It took nearly an hour for Zhang Hancai to give a general account of what lanran had done, and then explained the ability of jinghuashuiyue.


    Mao Zhihua was more and more frightened. Although he felt a lot of doubts about Zhang Han''s disappearance, he didn''t expect it to be so serious.


    The vast majority of thousands of gods of death in Jingling court have been hypnotized by blue dye. Those who have not been hypnotized are low-level miscellaneous fish, which can not affect the overall situation.


    Before that, captains such as jingle Chunshui and Fuzhu Shilang had felt all kinds of wrongs in the corpse soul world, and Mao Zhihua was also aware of them. Otherwise, they will not let Ichigo Kurosaki and others fool around in jinglingting.


    In the original work, until later, it became more and more noisy. In the captain who had to make a move, all the others were merciful to the travel disaster except niecocooni.


    At this time, listening to Zhang Han''s story, combined with the clues he noticed, Mao Zhihua lie had believed seven or eight points in his heart, pondered for a long time, and said, "it''s important. Without evidence, LAN ran can''t be brought down at all."


    "Evidence?"


    Zhang Han turned his eyes. "What if there is evidence? Under the hypnosis of mirror flowers and water, I took it out. Can you really see it?"


    "Besides, I returned to the soul world this time just to kill LAN ran. It doesn''t matter whether there is any evidence!"