after ghost king retired

Yan Luo Hall is the tallest building in the entire underworld. Yan Mo usually works in the hall, and rests on the balcony on the roof when he has nothing to do.

Since the Onmyoji in the world completed the treatment of monsters, the boundary between humans and ghosts has been completely drawn, and the work of Yan Luodian has become much easier.

The one who is more relaxed is Dajiangshan Ghost King, Shuten Doji.

When the monsters retreated, Jiu Tun threw out a puppet stand-in for the group of onmyojis to kill, and let the rumors of the ghost king's demise spread vigorously. He retreated behind the scenes and wandered around looking for good wine.

He waited in a bamboo forest for half a month, and when the green bamboo wine in the forest was brewed, he took the wine and went to the underworld to drink with Yan Mo.

Yan Mo just felt bored with his official duties. Seeing Jiu Tun, he pushed the documents in his hand to the judge, and went to the balcony on the top of the hall with Jiu Tun.

Dong—two large wine jars were placed on the table, Jiu Tun sat on the soft cushion, leaned back lazily on his ghost gourd, and stretched out his two long legs to touch the corner of the table.

The two waiters hurriedly filled his wine bowl with wine, and then filled Yan Mo's small wine glass.

"I'm really not used to this ghostly place no matter how many times I've been here." Jiu Tun took a sip of the clear light green liquor, and his long fiery red hair hung down on his white bathrobe, which was especially eye-catching in the gloomy underworld. Thank you for staying so long."

"So what if I don't get used to it? I can't leave the underworld for half a step." Yan Mo leaned on the skull cloud moon, pinching the wine glass with her white and slender fingers, her red lips were reflected in the glass, "Speaking of it, you can Have you been there to see it?"

"I've been there, he raised a fox cub, and he's still with Shenzihuang." Speaking of this, Shuten felt a little toothache, his purple eyes narrowed, and he said, "That fox can cry .”

Yan Mo smiled softly, raised his head and drank the wine in the small wine glass in one gulp, and stretched out his hand to ask the little ghost to pour the wine for her, "Master Huang is with him...that's not bad. Then you and Ci... ..."

"Hey," Jiu Tun immediately thumped his heels on the table, interrupting her, "What is that guy doing so well? It affects my mood when drinking."

"What? I'm still thinking about Hongye."

"No, it's good for her to stay with Qingming, I don't worry about her." Jiu Tun threw a fried bean into his mouth and snorted.

"Then why do you always hide from Ibaraki?"

Jiu Tun chewed the beans, thought about how to word it, and said after taking a sip of wine: "For example, you and Granny Meng went shopping for clothes, and she pushed you down and kissed you while you were changing." You said a lot of disgusting things, what will happen to you?"

Yan Mo rejected such an idea, it was too embarrassing.

"That's it. I can't stand that guy's convulsions." Jiu Tun lazily leaned on the ghost gourd to drink, and the feeling of the mellow and strong wine slipping into his throat was very pleasant, making him squint his eyes with satisfaction.

"You and Ibaraki are destined to be entangled for a lifetime..." Yan Mo leaned on the crescent moon of the skull, drinking wine with lowered eyes, his light blue eyes were clearer than the wine in the cup, "Huh? He seems to have entered the underworld .”

"Huh?" Jiu Tun withdrew his legs resting on the table, straightened his waist, and narrowed his eyes.

You can overlook most of the underworld from the balcony on the roof of Yan Luodian. Shuten, who is a big demon, has quite good eyesight. After scanning half a circle, he saw a familiar figure walking across the Santu River and onto the Naihe Bridge.

"Tsk, trouble." Jiu Tun raised his head and drank the wine in the bowl, put one hand on the ghost gourd and stood up, "The old man is leaving first, there is still half a jar of wine left for you."

"Why are you running in such a hurry? I can ask the judge to drag him...wait!" Yan Mo's voice suddenly rose a little, stretched his white legs, and stepped on the corner of Jiu Tun's clothes to prevent him from standing up , "Ibaraki is going to be bad!"

"Huh?" Jiu Tun, who was bending over and tugging back his sleeves, looked up at her in surprise, then quickly turned his head to look in the direction of Naihe Bridge, just in time to see Granny Meng who was running at full speed bumped headlong into the bridge. Looking around on the legs of Ibaraki.

Meng Po knocked Ibaraki back a few steps with a pot and a pot, and before anyone could react, the mountain rabbit chasing Po Meng also ran into the rabbit and the frog. The weight of the four monsters caught him off guard. Ibaraki was knocked off the bridge!

"Fuck?" Jiu Tun threw down the wine bowl with a bang, and the ghost gourd jumped off the balcony without taking it, and flashed onto the Naihe Bridge in an instant.

Yan Mo dropped the wine glass and followed closely behind, faster than Jiu Tun. He reached the bridge first, pulled out a hairpin from his hair, and threw it to the place where Ibaraki fell.

After a while, the hairpin expanded several times, and lifted a small round thing up from under the bridge.

Huddled in a group of Meng Po and Shantu who were trying to reduce their sense of existence, they looked at each other and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Going down from the Naihe Bridge is the road of reincarnation, the only way for the soul to be reincarnated. After going down, it must first go through a round of cleaning to wash away all the traces of the previous life left on the soul before reincarnation.

Because Yan Mo came early, Ibaraki did not reincarnate into the human world after falling, but was lifted out again when it was cleaned, but even if it was lifted out, there were still irreversible sequelae.

Ibaraki Doji, the former second-in-command of Oeyama, has shrunk.

Jiu Tun looked at the young version of Ibaraki, who was about three or four years old, who was lifted in mid-air by the hairpin, and turned to Yan Mo expressionlessly.

Yan Mo was holding Shantu's ears and pulling her and Po Meng aside, ignoring their pitiful whispers of admitting their mistakes, turned his head to look at Jiu Tun, his red lips were slightly pursed, and his smile was not a smile, "The cleaning of the reincarnation path Irreversible, Ibaraki will grow up again this time."

"Has he successfully washed his brain?" Jiu Tun is currently more concerned about this.

Yan Mo thought for a while, looked at Xiao Ibaraki who was held in the air by the hairpin and couldn't wake up, and replied uncertainly: "His memory should have been washed out."

Jiu Tun hummed, expressing his satisfaction with the result.It's good to wash your brain, and you won't have convulsions after washing.

However, in the next second, the little Ibaraki opened his eyes with a bang, and the big round eyes lit up at the first sight of Shuten, and he shouted childishly: "Best friend!! Best friend!! "

"Bang——" Jiu Tun slapped Yan Mo's crescent moon with a slap, and his tone was calm: "Clean, wash, did you?"

"...Even if all the memories are not wiped out, Ibaraki can't do anything to you now, can he?" Yan Mo floated back, looked at Xiao Ibaraki who was hanging on the hairpin and called his best friend persistently, and smiled softly Standing up, "Besides, who told you that his memory hasn't been cleaned?"

"Will he still remember me after washing it off?!"

Yan Mo shrugged, raised his hand to call Xiao Ibaraki over, stretched out his jade-like fingers, and lifted Xiao Ibaraki's chin, "Ibaraki Doji, do you remember who I am?"

"Huh?" Xiao Ibaraki opened his round golden eyes, glanced at Yan Mo, with a dazed expression, thought for a while and then ignored her, turned his head and stretched out a short hand to Jiu Tun, "Best friend~!"

"His memory has indeed been cleaned, but he still remembers you." Yan Mo withdrew his hand, took Xiao Ibaraki off the hairpin, and stuffed it into Jiu Tun's arms, "So, you can keep him."

"My uncle?!" Jiu Tun widened his cat-like eyes, his cheeks were licked by a wet little tongue, the feeling almost made his hair explode, and he quickly grabbed the little Ibaraki who was lying in his arms ,keep distance.

Yan Mo gave him an "otherwise" look.

Shuten looked down at the little thing that was waving its arms trying to grab his clothes, and a sense of absurdity rose in his heart.