daily work in the underworld

After returning to the underworld, what Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu saw was the scene of Po Meng's tongue-in-cheek battle with Confucianism.Probably for the convenience of quarreling, he still uses the same youth skin that he wore before he left, a nine-jointed whip in his left hand, and a bowl of soup in his right. Lying in front of him is a young general from the heavens who has been dumbfounded by the soup. He was smoking and foaming at the mouth.

The other gods surrounded the gate of Yan Luo Hall, clamoring for an explanation.Granny Meng got impatient and whipped a few whips into the crowd, and said with a sneer, "At the beginning, in order to escape from robbery, I pretended to be more powerful than the other grandson, but this time I have come to make trouble. If you want to see Lord Yan Luo, you can drink it." If Tang became the god of my underworld, I will let you in."

There is also a god who wanted to break through, but was directly sent to hell by the judge and put into the frying pan.

It's been a long time since I saw a judge so cruel, and Fan Wujiu felt sorry for him when he saw his expressionless face.It's just that the number of times this skill can be used per day is limited. If it is used on such a large scale today, it is estimated that the judge will have to retreat for the next month.

Xie Bi'an was used to big scenes, so he led Fan Wujiu directly towards the crowd.He was still holding the soul of the stupid Linhai Shenjun in his hand, he staggered and fell, and in the end he was dragged in front of the gods.The gods of the heavens also knew the evil name of this man, and seeing Xie Bi'an's stern expression, they unknowingly gave way to him.

"It's been a long time since I saw so many gods descend to the underworld." Xie Bi'an said in a respectful tone, but the gods shuddered at what he said, "It seems that you have forgotten how the jade bone umbrella in my hands got here."

Seeing the killing god coming with an umbrella, some timid gods retreated silently, took the opportunity to sneak back to the heaven.There are a few who are not afraid of death, seeing that the person who came is a ghost messenger, although his cultivation is not bad, he is not enough to beat himself, so he said loudly: "What are you? I came to the underworld just to seek justice. What's the matter, Yan Luo of the underworld can't even see face to face?"

Xie Bi'an didn't answer, he just flicked his sleeves lightly, and the hanged ghost who was originally in his sleeves was thrown out like this, and with his pale face and long bright red tongue, he rushed straight towards the god.

Shenjun looked disgusted, and naturally backed away, slapping the hanged ghost back with a palm.But the praying mantis catching the cicada and the oriole were behind, Xie Bi'an took advantage of the few seconds when the hanged ghost covered his sight, got close to him, grabbed the god by the collar, turned around, and slapped his face viciously in the underworld On the hard floor.

After being slapped by him like this, Shenjun suddenly became confused, and felt that the world was spinning in front of him.He still remembered that the soul fire of the gods in the underworld had been extinguished, and he was afraid of fairy arts, and he still tremblingly wanted to make magic formulas.

Xie Bi'an didn't stop him either, and let the golden flames rise from under his feet, but his soul fire slanted out automatically, and the blue flames not only swallowed the fire formula, but also spread towards other gods, quite I feel like I want to stew them by the way.

As for who is under his feet, he has been dazed by the fire of the soul at this moment, and he can't even scream.

His spiritual consciousness was burnt clean, like a rising soul at this moment, Xie Bi'an took out a thing from his divine soul, and then threw the soul to Meng Po: "Throw it into the well of rebirth. "

Granny Meng reached out to catch it: "What way?"

"You ask the judge." Xie Bi'an didn't look back, he burned the jade-colored bone with soul fire into green smoke.The wisp of green smoke got into the umbrella, adding a trace of ink on it.

Seeing that the gods were destroyed in front of them and rushed into reincarnation, some gods remembered that although Lord Yan Luo said that he was sick and could not see anyone, the Xie Bi'an in front of him was the god of killing who directly went to heaven from the underworld. The soul fire of killing gods, even if he became a ghost cultivator for that little fairy, is not someone they can easily defeat.

After finishing the calf, the remaining gods thought that they had to explain everything here this time.

Xie Bi'an slowly walked towards the crowd with an umbrella in his hand. He wanted to send all the people to the well of reincarnation directly, but Fan Wujiu made a sudden move and interrupted his movement.

The black ghost spit out hundreds of ghosts from his mouth, and the ghosts instinctively rushed to the place where there was life, twisting the gods.But this only looks scary. In fact, these ghosts who have stayed in the palace for decades have no ability to harm people at all, let alone mind-boggling.

Taking advantage of this accident, many gods fled. Suddenly, apart from the ghosts who were still looking for the exit, only Judge and Po Meng were left in the underworld.

After Fan Wujiu vomited out the ghosts, he coughed and retched continuously. He hadn't released so many ghosts at once for a long time, so he felt a little uncomfortable.But he knew very well that Xie Bi'an must not be allowed to do anything again.

Otherwise, he is afraid of losing control.

Seeing that he was suffering, Xie Bi'an didn't care about the guys who ran away, but walked quickly to his side, patted his back comfortingly, and said, "Don't worry, I can control myself."

Fan Wujiu was still coughing and didn't answer, but the look in his eyes towards Xie Bi'an was clearly full of disbelief.

Helpless, Xie Bi'an could only ask Granny Meng to help him go to the yard to rest for a while, and stay to deal with the mess by himself.

Granny Meng was quite dissatisfied, because he didn't really want to take care of the two wounded and sick who knew that they were in poor health.But with Xie Bi'an's suppression, he couldn't resist, so he could only obediently help Fan Wujiu, who was still coughing, and the judge, who was recuperating from internal injuries.

"Niu Tou, the underworld will not be open to the gods of the heavens for the time being these two days." Xie Bi'an frowned and instructed, "Even Lord Qingluan can't let him in."

"Why?" Niutou was puzzled, "Didn't Lord Qingluan help Lord Yan Luo relieve his injuries before?"

"Do you really believe that the gods in the heavens have good intentions?" Xie Bi'an replied angrily, "In the past, Maharaja Yan Luo retreated, and there was no time when the heavens sent people down directly."

"You mean, Lord Qingluan gave the news on purpose!" Niutou woke up like a dream, "It's a good thing that our underworld still trusts him so much, he just bought us all!"

"It's just a possibility." Xie Bi'an thought for a while, and still thought it would be better to suppress the matter first, "We will stay in the underworld for two days, and don't worry about the ghosts in the world. Those who are destined will naturally come from Luochuan. Come in, we don’t have time to take care of the rest right now, it’s all caused by those guys from the heavens... First control the underworld, and the most important thing is to wait for Lord Yama to wake up. As for the inner ghost, there is always An unbearable day."

He arranged it one by one, and the bull's head and the horse's face listened carefully, and then followed suit.By the time everything was arranged, it was already past midnight.

Dragging his exhausted body, Xie Bi'an used formulas to suppress his agitated soul fire, for fear of going back and hurting Fan Wujiu who was still resting.But when he returned to the yard, he found that the lights were still on in the house, and Fan Wujiu's thin figure was reflected on the window because of vomiting ghosts, and was stretched a little.

For some reason, Xie Bi'an suddenly felt a lot more stable in his heart, and his soul fire also settled down.He opened the door and found that Fan Wujiu was curled up on the small couch reading a book, it was the same book they brought back last time.

"All done?" He asked as he put down the book.

"Yes." Xie Bi'an replied.

He changed his clothes slowly, and then lay down on the couch by himself.Fan Wujiu changed his position so that Xie Bian could sleep more comfortably.

"Tired?" Fan Wujiu stretched out his hands to cover Xie Bi'an's eyes, occasionally his palms felt slightly itchy.

Xie Bi'an hummed, and put his hand on his chest: "Let me rest for a while."

Fan Wujiu didn't answer, let Xie Bi'an fiddle with his hands.He lowered his head, and his untied black hair fell loose on Xie Bi'an's face, making him itchy.

"Go to bed and rest." Fan Wujiu said suddenly, "I've been tired for more than a month."

Xie Bi'an was a little surprised, but he complied, and the two embraced and slept on the bed as before.

Fan Wujiu fell asleep quickly, while Xie Bi'an couldn't sleep.He was thinking about the next possible actions in the heaven, thinking about the relationship between Lord Tanlang and Lord Yan Luo who were still in the underworld, and thinking about the work he still had to do in the future.

Fan Wujiu seemed to feel his insomnia, he stretched out his hand to grab him in a daze, and then buried himself more comfortably.

With his lover in his arms, Xie Bi'an felt the pressure dissipate.

Forget it, he thought, don't think about these things today, let's have a good rest with Wu Jiu.