The group pet, Little Hades, is pregnant with a cub

Xu Siying's parents were kneeling and burning paper in front of Xu Siying's tombstone in a daze.

From the corner of their eyes, they saw a young man approaching, and when they turned their heads, they found that it was Xu Siying, who had come to look for them a few days ago.

Holding a black umbrella in his hand, Yan Mo smiled at the two of them:

"Hello, Mr. Zhang told me that Xu Siying's graduation certificate has been prepared and needs to be collected by his parents. Would you two be willing to collect it?"

Xu Siying's mother's eyes were still a little dull, but her father nodded quickly: "Yes, let's go."

Yan Mo smiled politely: "Excuse me, after you get the certificate, can you give it to me?"

This request sounds a little strange and unreasonable, but the two of them seemed to have not noticed it, and just kept nodding: "Okay."

Yan Mo put a bunch of daisies in his hand in front of the grave, bowed deeply, then turned and walked out of the cemetery holding the black umbrella.

The black umbrella in his arms was slightly hot, as if he was saying his final farewell.

……

Zhang Ye had been looking for Yan Mo in the funeral parlor, and suddenly saw Yan Mo waving towards him outside the gate. He was startled, and strode over: "Where have you been? I haven't seen you anywhere."

Yan Mo looked at him: "I'm going to present flowers to Xu Siying, Teacher Zhang, let's go back."

Zhang Ye nodded, and couldn't help but said: "It was really strange just now, I remember that I was in the farewell room of the body, and suddenly felt a little dizzy, and when I recovered, I had already walked out, and I didn't know what happened in the middle. "

"Ms. Zhang, you may be too tired." Yan Mo got into the car and put the black umbrella on the other side, "Just go back and rest more."

"That's right," Zhang Ye scratched his head. "There are indeed a lot of things these two days. I can't sleep well at night, and I always have nightmares."

The next day, Zhang Ye called again, with a tone that was familiar to Yan Mo in shock: "Xu Siying's parents came over suddenly and said they were looking for me to get a graduation certificate, and they also said that they would give this certificate to you...you What did you say to them?"

Yan Mo said "hmm" on the phone: "I said that Siying wanted a graduation certificate, and asked if they could get it for them. If they don't want to go to the cemetery because they are afraid of getting emotional, I will burn it for Siying on their behalf."

Zhang Ye was immediately moved: "Xiao Mo is such a good boy, the teacher is very proud to have such a sensible student like you!"

……

After receiving his graduation certificate, Yan Mo went back to the cemetery. This time, only Hei Wuchang was with him. The whole cemetery was quiet and there was not even a single extra ghost, probably hiding.

Yan Mo squatted down, lit the graduation certificate, put it in front of the tombstone, and watched the certificate burn to ashes little by little.

"This is your wish, and I have fulfilled it," Yan Mo said, "By the way, Hei Wuchang told me that your two younger brothers were spoiled and grew up with imperfect personalities, and they will accomplish nothing when they become adults. Spend your old age in misery and fear, and descend into hell."

"Siying, rest in peace."

The Rakshasa Umbrella suddenly moved a little bit. Yan Mo looked down, and the dark red pattern on the umbrella began to fade gradually, and the red color faded slowly, finally becoming a golden mark.

At the same time, a wave of spiritual power suddenly rushed towards Yan Mo along the Rakshasa umbrella. Yan Mo closed his eyes and felt that the spiritual core seemed to be a little brighter than before.

Heiwuchang has been watching him quietly, and after seeing the golden lines on the umbrella, he smiled: "Congratulations, you have completed the first contract."

Yan Mo opened his eyes a little excitedly: "Is my job okay?"

Hei Wuchang applauded: "Very good."

"What are you going to do next?" Yan Mo just finished a contract and was excited, looking at Hei Wuchang curiously.

Hei Wuchang thought about it for a while: "It stands to reason that we need to find the Yama Token, but you can't control your own power yet, and you don't know where the Yama Token is. Why don't we take a break first and have a meal?"

Yan Mo's eyes lit up: "I agree."

Since it was Heiwuchang's treat, Yan Mo was very rude, and the two of them left the funeral home, swaggering straight to the hot pot restaurant with the best business in the city center.

This is a Jiugongge hot pot restaurant, but Yan Mo doesn't like spicy food, so he ordered the Yuanyang pot, and two sets of bowls and chopsticks were neatly placed on the table.

Because he was afraid of being seen by others, Yan Mo specially asked for a private room.

The waiter watched him order a dozen dishes by himself, and said with a smile, "Handsome guy, you ordered too much, you can't finish it."

"Not much," Yan Mo looked at the few dishes he had selected, then turned to look at Hei Wuchang, "Is it enough?"

Hei Wuchang didn't speak, coughed, and Yan Mo came to his senses, met the waiter's surprised eyes, and hurriedly explained: "Well... I'm calling my friend, he'll come over right away, the two of us will eat."

"Oh, that's it." The waiter looked down at Yan Mo's completely unlit phone screen. Although he didn't understand how he answered the call, he nodded, "That's a good handsome guy. When your friend comes, we will start vegetable."

"No need," Yan Mo said, "Go ahead."

Soon, the table was full of dishes. Yan Mo walked to the door, looked around furtively, then closed the door, and even tried the lock, but was disappointed to find that the door could not be locked.

Hei Wuchang propped his chin with one hand, and looked at him with a smile: "Isn't it possible, Mr. Xiao Yan Wang, why do you look like you are going to do something wrong?"

"I'm not afraid of you...I'm afraid that I will be seen by others," Yan Mo said, "I can't just keep talking to myself."

As he said that, he turned his eyes to the dishes on the table, and his expression quickly became cheerful: "Eat hot pot!"

One person and one ghost ate while Yan Mo asked Hei Wuchang about the situation of the Yan Mansion. He was busy with Xu Siying's affairs these two days, and Yan Mo found that he actually knew very little about the Yan Mansion.

Hei Wuchang narrated that the current Yan Mansion is very different from the legendary Hell in the past. The entire Yan Mansion is under institutionalized management. Whether it is ghosts, souls, or treasures in the Hell Mansion, there are corresponding management systems. , The entire Hell Mansion is strictly governed, each performing his own duties, and even a little bit introverted.

Especially in terms of personal ability, Yan Fu advocates that those who are able should be superior. This ability is not only knowledge, but also spiritual power. The stronger the person, the higher the position and salary they can get. They are all practicing hard.

In addition, Yan Mansion also has its own set of living systems, such as schools, hospitals, commercial areas, etc. Although many of them are shared with humans, they are also self-contained, almost called a small city.

Yan Mo was very surprised when he heard it: "In other words, you can even do business in it?"

"Of course," Hei Wuchang nodded, "Some business-minded ghost messengers will keep working part-time to make money during their duty, and when they have accumulated enough yin virtue, they will take them to reincarnation, which can protect their prosperity and wealth for the rest of their lives, and then wait for them After death, return to the Mansion of the Underworld, and become a ghost messenger again, working part-time to earn Yin virtue."

Yan Mo lamented that this was too much effort, and then asked: "Will all beings in the three realms go to the Mansion of Hell after death?"

"No," Hei Wuchang said, "The Hell Mansion used to have a very large jurisdiction, but now it almost only governs human beings, and it does not interfere with human behavior during life. There are eighteen floors of hell under the Yan Mansion, where many evil spirits are imprisoned."

"What about the monster clan?" Yan Mo asked, "Where did the monster go after death?"

"The demon clan survives because of the demon core. Once the demon clan dissipates and the demon core is broken, it will return to chaos and there will be no next life."

"It's not just demons, some ghosts who have cultivated their spiritual cores will dissipate once their spiritual cores are broken, leaving only a little remnant soul floating in Hell's mansion, unable to be reincarnated."

"That's it," Yan Mo nodded, and asked him again, "What about the demon?"

Hei Wuchang was a little surprised: "Demon? There is no more demon in this world."

Yan Mo hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Didn't you say...there are Dark Demons?"

Yan Mo's own life experience is only known to a few people, but almost everyone has persuaded him not to tell others that he is a descendant of the Dark Demon Race, so he doesn't even know about Hei Wuchang.

Yan Mo was really curious, so he asked a question tentatively.

Heiwuchang frowned: "Dark demons... I know very little about them. To be honest, the upper three realms and the lower three realms are not connected to each other. The upper three realms know the lower three realms well, but the lower three realms know very little about the upper realms. "

"Even the dark demons abandoned by the demons belong to the upper three realms, and we have no right to interfere."

"However, I have heard some well-informed ghosts say that the Dark Demon Race is a magical race," Hei Wuchang tried hard to recall, "It is said that this tribe is born with the ability to control vines, and that both men and women can conceive. "

Yan Mo's eyes widened slightly: "Both men and women can conceive? Is there such a race?"

"There are still many magical races in the Upper Three Realms, but they have all left," Hei Wuchang smiled, "The current world is dominated by the New Three Realms. What we need to do is to strengthen our own strength."

Yan Mo was silent for a while, a pair of blue eyes suddenly flashed in his mind, and he blurted out: "Can you tell me the story of Qin Yuchen again?"

Heiwuchang smiled: "I wanted to ask at the funeral home before, where did you hear this name? - I remember that I didn't tell you about him."

Yan Mo blinked: "Listen... what other ghosts said."

"Lord Qin Xiang, he is a good god," Hei Wuchang said with emotion, "The gods abandoned this world, and he is the only one left."

"It is said that he was deprived of his godhead because of this, and was trapped in the upper three realms for 100 years. Later, he broke through the seal and went to the monster cemetery under the sea."

"Ghost cemetery?" Yan Mo was a little curious when he heard about this place for the first time, "What is that place?"

"It's the burial place of the big monsters. The curse left by the gods 300 years ago is buried there."

"Qin Xiang stayed alone at the bottom of the sea for 200 years, and fought for 200 years of peace for the lower three realms. Later, in the final battle of the gods, Qin Xiang... even used his body as a sacrifice, burned the curse of the gods, and finally saved the world. this world."

When Hei Wuchang said this, he sighed deeply: "I have no chance to know him, I only met him once, but I still remember his extraordinary demeanor and his figure, it's a pity..."

Heiwuchang shook his head: "Such a great god didn't even leave a single word when he died."

"..." Yan Mo blinked, thinking that he really didn't leave a word, but he came back to life.

Of course, this cannot be said to Hei Wuchang, so Yan Mo could only sigh along with him: "So that's how it is."

Hei Wuchang pondered for a while, put away his sad emotions, and looked at Yan Mo again: "Little Lord Yama, we will rely on you in the future."

Yan Mo nodded, feeling that high expectations were placed on him, and there was a sudden pressure on his shoulders: "I will work hard."

After a hard-working hot pot meal, Yan Mo burped and rubbed his stomach: "I ate too much."

He was suddenly a little curious: "How do you pay the bill?" Shouldn't people in the Yan Mansion use Ming coins?How to exchange it in the human world?

Heiwuchang knew what he was wondering at a glance, and smiled: "Although we do not use the same currency as humans, it is not impossible to circulate it. You can ask the waiter to come in and pay the bill."

So Yan Mo opened the door and poked his head out: "Hi, let's pay the bill."

The waiter came in and handed the bill to Yan Mo, then glanced at the table and was taken aback for a moment.

After ordering so many dishes, this boy actually ate them all by himself?

What was even more strange was that there were two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, both of which looked like they had been used.

But he clearly remembered that the boy was the only one in the room from the beginning to the end.

Yan Mo looked at the bill, and then at Hei Wuchang, Hei Wuchang motioned him to take out his phone, so Yan Mo followed his instructions and pretended to scan the QR code in the waiter's hand.

Soon, the waiter heard the sound of the money arriving in the account, and looked down: "Okay, the payment has been completed."

Yan Mo was taken aback, and didn't know how Hei Wuchang paid the money, but anyway, someone paid, so he didn't worry so much, so he packed some snacks with a smile, and walked out of the hot pot restaurant with a Rakshasa umbrella .

The weather was a bit gloomy before coming here, and now it seems to be starting to rain outside.

Yan Mo felt that this Rakshasa umbrella was really practical and could be used as an umbrella, so he opened it and hit it on top of his head.

The next second, Hei Wuchang appeared under the umbrella. Because Yan Mo's umbrella was held very low, it seemed a little crowded, so Hei Wuchang could only stand under the umbrella with his head down.

Yan Mo was taken aback, then looked up at him: "Are you also afraid of getting caught in the rain?"

"...No," Heiwuchang looked up at the Rakshasa Umbrella, "Your Rakshasa Umbrella has a suppressive effect on ordinary souls, but it has a natural attraction for ghosts with high cultivation levels like us." , I was sucked in by it before I could react."

"Ah?" Yan Mo blinked, and suddenly thought of something else, "Then, if there is a ghost beside me, as soon as I open the umbrella, won't he come over?"

This scene made Yan Mo's back a little cold: "This is too scary."

Heiwuchang smiled: "You can control the Rakshasa Umbrella, you are its owner now."

Yan Mo looked up at the umbrella, and didn't know how to control it, so he could only try to hold the head of the umbrella tightly, closed his eyes, and said silently in his heart: "Don't call others over casually."

In the next second, Hei Wuchang was suddenly pushed out by an invisible force. With a "snap!", he bumped into the door of the hot pot restaurant, almost completely stuck on the door, and froze instantly.

Yan Mo was also stunned, he hurriedly put away his umbrella: "No, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"

Heiwuchang pulled himself out from the store door with difficulty, and patted his deformed body: "...It's okay, I was careless."

As he was speaking, he made a sudden movement and turned to look at a small path next to him.

Almost at the same time, Yan Mo also felt a chill. He turned his head and looked in the same direction as Hei Wuchang.

"Over there..." Yan Mo said, "Is there something?"

"Well," Hei Wuchang nodded, "Let's go and have a look."

Yan Mo was about to go that way, but suddenly hesitated, and quietly opened the umbrella again: "You go ahead."

……

This is a remote path, very quiet, almost no one, only an elderly couple.

At a glance, Yan Mo saw an old man about 70 to [-] years old sitting on the ground, holding his waist and sighing uncontrollably. Next to him was an old woman who was about his age, with red eyes, crying softly.

"Oh," Heiwuchang looked at them and smiled, "I fell down, and the fall was not light."

Yan Mo ran over in a hurry: "Grandpa, grandma, are you all right?"

The old man who fell down had an ugly expression. He looked down at his left leg, but he didn't cry. Instead, another old woman kept sobbing softly. Seeing a student-like person running over, she seemed to want to help the old man up. , and hurriedly told him.

"Young man, wait."

Yan Mo was taken aback, and stopped in place: "What's wrong?"

The old woman took out an elderly phone from her pocket, turned on the camera function tremblingly, then turned the camera to the old man sitting on the ground, and then said: "Okay, young man, I'm taking pictures, you can rest assured."

"..." Yan Mo stared at the camera, blinked blankly, "Huh?"