After pompom enters Hades

In the ghost city, there is no distinction between day and night, but there are special watchmen on watch, and the ghosts pretend to live at twelve o'clock a day.

The next morning, the little pompom woke up sleepily from a nest transformed from a bamboo basket, covered his mouth with his paws and yawned a little.

The little velvet fan stared and turned his head to look around, and found that the black-robed ghost was sitting at the table with the bamboo basket, and seemed to be concentrating on... paper-cutting?

The little pompom couldn't remember what happened before. It seemed that after smashing the candy fragments, it had a long dream, dreaming that it was a great big shot.The little pompom recalled that feeling for a while, and blinked happily, that dream was really good!

Hei Wuchang saw the little pompom woke up from sleep, he cut the last bit of the little paper figurine in his hand, and then handed the little white paper figurine smaller than a mouse to the little pompom's paws.

Just a few cuts, the little paper figurine looks sharp and handsome.

The little pompon tilted his head in doubt: "Hey?"

Hei Wuchang patted the little pompom's head: "Actually, you are not a mortal, but a little glutton."

The little pompom looked up in surprise: "Hey!!!"

Heiwuchang said warmly: "Not only is it a little glutton, but you also have an even more remarkable identity. You were once the master of the underworld."

The little pompom couldn't believe it anymore, thinking that the black-robed ghost was joking.

Hei Wuchang gave a brief account of the whole thing, and then held up the little pompom with eyes wide open suspiciously: "Xiao Zhu, you have been reborn as a glutton, and the main task in this life is to eat ghosts and have fun."

When the little pompon heard this suggestion, he felt that it was right, and nodded his head happily.

Hei Wuchang earnestly warned: "Now the world of Yang has been changing with each passing day. You don't believe in ghosts and gods, and the heavens are in turmoil. You must not expose your identity in front of people in the heaven or the underworld."

The little pompom nodded seriously. It turned out that he had given a lot of blame to the kings of Hades 500 years ago, so of course he couldn't reveal his identity.Otherwise, Wan Guyuan is so terrifying, I would jump off the cliff in vain!

"The current Heavenly Court not only steals the family property of the underworld, but also intends to meddle with the ghosts of the underworld. There are two heavenly generals in the ghost city now... If I often leave the underworld to be by your side, it will bring you danger instead."

Hei Wuchang controlled the handsome and stern little paper figurine, raised the small paper hand and waved it: "I have attached a trace of spiritual consciousness to keep you safe."

The little pompom was even happier, the black-robed Ligui, a vicious guy, finally didn't have to be around to scare people all the time, hahaha!

The little pompom looked down at the little paper figurine, and couldn't compliment Hei Wuchang's paper-cutting skills. The face of the little paper figurine wasn't even rounded, and the facial features were also scrawled. The lines were cold and hard, making this white The little paper man looks like he despises someone all the time...

The little pompom raised its head and asked timidly, "Chirp?" Such a thin piece of paper won't be damaged, right?

Hei Wuchang couldn't help smiling, and said warmly: "Slashed with knives, flooded with water... Even if you use three real fires to burn them, nothing will happen."

The little pompom lowered its head in disappointment, originally wanted to cut a round face and bangs for Xiao Wuchang!But the little pompom seemed to remember something, and immediately became happy, then took out the pencil, held it with the little plush claws, and seriously drew a slanted bang on the face of the little paper man who looked at the world with cold eyes.

Black Impermanence: "..."

Xiao Wuchang stood with his hands folded, his eyes became colder.

The little pompom lifted its paw, and slapped Xiao Wuchang on the face, and slapped the whole little piece of paper on the ground like a piece of chewing gum.

Little Pompom: The bangs I drew are very beautiful, I don’t accept rebuttals!

Hei Wuchang took a deep breath, and finally stood there indifferently. This paper spirit was to protect the safety of the Lord, so he had to put on a cold and stern look.

In order to prevent Zhi Ling from being slapped to death by Lord Pluto, Hei Wuchang decided to transfer his master's anger to other unlucky ghosts.

Hei Wuchang tried his best to be pleasant: "Xiaozhu, Yan Jingjing's soul is in the ghost town. You originally planned to block the wedding party in the street, did you forget?"

Of course the little pompom couldn't remember, but when he heard about his plan from Hei Wuchang, he was eager to try and let go of his claws, wanting to pull Xiao Wuchang, who was covered in air-conditioning, to supervise the work of the funeral team.

Hei Wuchang stretched out his hand to hold the little pompom, and slowed down his voice: "Xiao Zhu, one last thing, did you secretly hide a soul stone?"

The little pompom immediately felt guilty, and at the same time held the pompom claws very vigilantly, as if vowing not to hand over the candy.

Hei Wuchang was helpless, and told the little pompom again and again that the soul stone was very likely to reveal his identity, and he could only eat it when it was extremely dangerous.

Then, Hei Wuchang turned around and disappeared into the air.

The little pompom couldn't help shrinking his neck, he couldn't figure out why he hired such a terrible subordinate hundreds of years ago.

However, the little piece of paper in his hand is very obedient.

Thinking of this, the little pompom stretched out his claws to pull up the vicious little Wuchang, and walked out with his short legs. He was the king of Pluto in his previous life, so he should rescue Yan Jingjing, an innocent victim!

On Changning Street in the middle of the ghost town, more than 80 ghosts dressed like sticks of hemp are beaming and marching forward bustlingly with drums and gongs. Eight ghosts in the middle of the wedding procession are carrying a red sedan chair, and there is a wrinkled Xi'an. The mother-in-law smiled like a flower, and shouted to the neighbors all around:

"The daughter of the Yan family is blessed. She has just arrived in this ghost town, and she will be able to marry into the city lord's mansion...Look at this eight-carried sedan chair, how dignified it is!"

From the sedan chair, a young girl shouted resoundingly: "I want to marry you, I haven't finished my summer homework yet!"

The ghosts in this ghost city are basically the ancients who died before the law of Hades came into effect. They were completely shocked by the shout of the bride in the sedan chair, and the bustling street was quiet for a moment.

The people in the ghost town who came out to watch the excitement whispered to each other.

"This doesn't look like a daughter's house, tsk tsk tsk!"

"What is it like to make a lot of noise in the wedding sedan chair?"

"I heard that this girl just came to the ghost town, and her family has no one to rely on. If she can marry the city lord, wouldn't that mean that a sparrow has turned into a phoenix?"

"An orphan girl, what kind of grand scene can she see? She can't even ask for such a grand occasion to marry someone else!"

The little girl snorted disdainfully in the wedding sedan chair: "Is this considered grand? Our school's inter-class exercises are even more grand than this..."

The steward of the city lord's mansion who was following the wedding sedan chair was so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "Beat the gongs and drums, we must not fall into the prestige of the city lord!"

Those ghosts who were as thin as hemp sticks were half-finished products that condensed ghost energy, and they had strength in their hands, so they threw off their arms and began to knock.

dong dong dong dong-

Boring boring boring boring --

How festive and lively!

then……

Woohoo! ! ! ! ! !

This suona piercing the clouds and cracking rocks actually suppressed all the sounds on the street. The sound was like a fork that was [-] meters long, passing through a piece of glass as big as Mount Tai. The sound quality was extremely sour.

The ghost who heard half a street almost died on the spot!

More than a dozen balloon-like giant ghosts dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, blowing suona like weeping, carrying [-] black coffins the size of cars, came head-on.

The crying spirit ghost headed by it looked like a blown lotus root, more than three meters high, and wailed in grief:

"Why did I die? Why did I die on the day of the city lord's great joy... I died so miserable, woo woo woo!"

The steward of the city lord's mansion was also frightened, but he had been domineering for hundreds of years, so he opened his mouth and cursed: "What depressing thing, how dare you..."

The weeping ghost stretched out his hand and snapped his neck, then fell into the coffin and died.

The welcoming team originally wanted to rush in, but now they turned around and ran away in fright, but they were stopped by the housekeeper and Xi Po at any rate.

The housekeeper was furious: "Take down this troublemaker!"

Over there, Suona No. [-] blew the final Uwah that resounded through the sky, slammed into the pillar and fell into the coffin, then Suona No. [-], Suona No. [-]...

The ghosts in the whole street were so frightened that they shouted bad luck and ran away with their heads in their arms!

The servants of the city lord's mansion had seen too many dead people, so they obeyed their orders and went up and hacked randomly. They chopped up the undead Suona and coffin-carrying ghosts into ghost corpses, and then fell into the coffins prepared by the funeral team.

Xi Po was so frightened that she hid under the sedan chair, begging for bad luck to stay out of her body.

The housekeeper sneered: "Whoever hired you to make trouble will die, but you still can't even cover the coffin board!"

Following the steward's words, out of the eighteen dark coffins, all eighteen hands, or severed hands, were stretched out to cover the coffin with a bang.

"what--"

Xi Po screamed and passed out, and seven of the eight porters who were carrying the big sedan chair were scared and fainted at once, and the wedding sedan chair fell straight down, smashing Xi Po to pieces...

The little pompom sneaked into the wedding sedan chair during the chaos just now, and showed Yan Jingjing the small book she had prepared.

"I'm Zhu Ning, the investigator of the Special Investigation Department (the one who turns into a lop-eared rabbit at night...) Don't be afraid, you go to the safe area and wait for a while, I will try to get you out!"

Yan Jingjing is just a junior high school girl. She didn't believe in ghosts or be afraid of ghosts. It's fun to walk around the ghost town in a trance. The only worry is that she won't be able to finish her summer homework.

She screamed in surprise when she saw the little pompom, and wanted to reach out to hug it, but was pushed away ferociously by the cold-faced Xiao Wuchang.

Yan Jingjing withdrew her hand regretfully, and then asked, "Where is the safe zone?"

The little pompom pointed to his fluffy belly, then swallowed Yan Jingjing in one gulp, and pulled Xiao Wuchang to sit on the cushion.

The housekeeper outside had been terrified by the sudden change, but he didn't dare to return to the house empty-handed. He stayed for a while trembling, and then resolutely kicked the bearer awake, carrying the miserable The happy sedan chair staggered and trotted towards the city lord's mansion.

……

The two heavenly generals flew against the wind, standing above the city lord's mansion with their hands behind their backs, their long sleeves dancing with the wind.The two looked down at the incomparably withered wedding procession, carrying the wedding sedan chair and rushing into the city lord's mansion like being chased by ghosts.

"Such a movement, who did it?"

"In my opinion, it should be a small official in the Yangjian Yamen, who seems to be in charge of ghost affairs... It is said that it is a young glutton."

"Gluttony? The Heavenly Court can't control such ferocious beasts. Let it go. If the ghosts in this ghost city are killed, they will be killed." Another general looked into the distance thoughtfully:

"As long as the old ghost city owner who looks like a dry tree branch is still there, and continues to drive the ghosts out of the ghost city, the plan of heaven will not be ruined!"

As soon as Jiang finished speaking that day, he saw that the city lord's mansion below suddenly became a mess, and the housekeeper and servant who rushed back to the city lord's mansion with the sedan chair just now rushed out in horror and screamed at the pursuers.

In front of the crowd of servants and guards, there was a small snow-white fluffy ball, happily running out with half a dry bone city lord in its mouth.

Behind the housekeeper Ding:

"Lord City Lord!!!"

"City Master, hold on!!!"

"City Lord..."

The two heavenly generals above the city lord's mansion almost fell from the clouds with their ankles crooked. They watched for a long time with dumbstruck eyes, and one of them finally spoke with difficulty:

"This puppet is hopeless, let's raise another one..."