dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Wiping the saliva flowing from the hair again, the day tour god Wen Liang finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Qiao Kun, you are enough!"

He roared and punched out.

Not to be outdone, the sixteen little people rushed forward with a loud voice, covering their whole bodies with warmth.

Eyes inserted, eyes locked, throats locked, crotches pulled out... It was "extremely fun" to be busy for a while.

The seventh and eighth masters looked at each other, barely holding back their smiles.

The soul-calling flag and the mourning stick are all released to help the night tour god deal with the day tour god.

"Wenliang! You are lawless, what crime should you attack your colleagues in class!"

Ri Youshen saw that he was about to suffer a loss, so he immediately turned into a cloud of black smoke to get rid of the entanglement, and ran to the four judges.

"My lords, black and white are impermanent, and the night tour gods unite to oppress the humble, please let me be the master!"

Blessing the town house Shengjun gave Ri Youshen a cold look, and said loudly.

"okay!"

"You are the same as the commander of the underworld. How can it be proper to fight like this? Let's all go back to our seats and sit down!"

Xie Qiye chuckled, and grabbed Fan Baye who was still furious.

"Honestly obey orders."

The God of Night Tour, Qiao Kun, followed with a cold snort, first saluted Zhong Kui with fists in his hands, and then said to the God of Day Tour with a half-smile.

"Wen Liang, you can't swear at the street, and you are not my opponent in a fight. Why don't you reincarnate when you become such a waste!"

"I bother!"

After finishing speaking, he twisted his little face arrogantly, and the sixteen little people reunited as one, and returned to their seats to drink tea with their eyes closed.

I no longer look at the gentle Japanese tour god who is so angry that his whole body is trembling.

After the farce ended, the senior officials of Yin Division returned to the topic again.

The gills and beaks, the two handsome men, looked at each other and came out together.

"Four lords, the two of you who are low-ranking feel that the Japanese Youshen's words are very reasonable."

"Not interfering with the affairs of the yang world and obeying the way of nature have always been the foundation of my Yin Division."

"This rule must not be abandoned lightly!"

"If... if other living beings are involved in the battle between the Zhiren and the Liangzhu Dead, it is also due to fate... Our Yin Division will work hard to attract as many undead as possible!"

As soon as this remark came out, the most mysterious Ghost King Marshal among the top ten evil commanders also came out.

I saw this "person" with a naked upper body, red hair and fangs, holding a demon bell in his hand, ferocious and ferocious, and he looked like a yaksha ghost.

When he spoke, his voice was like a bell, which shook the eardrums of others.

"My lords, I think the gills and beaks are right!"

"Life and death are determined by fate and wealth. Every creature has its own destiny. My underworld should not be involved in the cause and effect!"

"Otherwise, once I take the lead in breaking the rules, can others follow suit and interfere with the affairs of living people at will?!"

"And once my underworld participates, how can the blue sarcophagus buried half of the world, and the beast god who has walked all the way from ancient times, stand by and watch?!"

"This..." The ghost king's words left Xie Qiye and the others speechless.

Because the meaning of the existence of the underworld is to maintain the order between life and death.

They can secretly participate in some small things, but they can't be blatant and let people catch them.

Because once you publicly "stand in line", the consequences will be unpredictable.

Moreover, the cause and effect involved in the blue sarcophagus and the beast god is too great, so big that the whole underworld has to be cautious.

Seeing this situation, after the four judges discussed it, Mr. Cui Fu spoke calmly.

"Since everyone's opinions cannot be unified, let's put this matter aside for the time being."

"Now go back to your posts and deal with official duties!"

On the other side, in the courtyard of the deaf mother-in-law.

Wang San was wearing a coarse cotton coat, and was sitting at the stone table with the deaf mother-in-law.

Worrying about Hua Jiu's troubles, the old man hadn't eaten for two meals.

"Mother, your daughter-in-law just made you the shredded pork noodles, eat it while it's hot, it's delicious!"

Wang San was like coaxing a child, serving his wife carefully.

The deaf mother-in-law looked at her filial "silly" son with a gratified smile on her face.

He stretched out his wrinkled hand and gently touched Wang San's head.

"Silly boy, bring it into the house and give it to Xiaoyue, mother can't eat it."

"Hey, Wu Shang hasn't resolved it yet, Liangzhu is here again, I don't know what's going on with Xiaojiu and the others..."

Speaking of Wu Shang, Wang San suddenly remembered the "backhand" he had planted, so he pointed at the sky quietly.

The old homework book that recorded all the witchcraft's secret arts suddenly fell from the sky, and landed on the snow beside the deaf mother-in-law with a plop.

Wang San pretended to be surprised: "Oh mother, a baby fell from the sky?!"

(Don't spray the wise king with mental retardation, please look forward to the next chapter!)