The lover that gravity makes is wrong

"Recently, Dad and Mr. Chuya are not quite right."

Tianguo Taoyuan Township, inside the Hanfang house

The third son held the medicinal porridge cooked by Momotaro, and said the above sentence with a solemn face.

"strangeness?"

Bai Ze, who was handling the medicinal materials, turned his face sideways and looked at the red-haired girl in surprise.

As if confirming, the third son finally took off the filter on his eyes and found out that both his father and his lover are 'weird'.

"It's really rare, Sanzijiang, so your cognitive ability can still work normally."

A certain Ruishou said with a sigh.

In a word, the happy map killed three people.

Third son: "Uncle Bai Ze, I suspect that you are mocking me, and I have evidence."

"Speaking of which, Master Sanzi, is it alright for you to come here at this time?"

Momotaro, who was stirring the medicine porridge, came to his senses and asked a little strangely,

"The new year is coming soon, and now should be the busiest time in hell."

At this time in previous years, the red-haired ghost girl was basically by the assistant officer's side, taking over part of the work, busy like a spinning top.

"That's the problem, Momotaro."

The red-haired girl put down the empty bowl in her hand, and instantly showed a shocked expression as if struck by lightning.

"Dad actually said that there is no place that needs my help this year?!"

"Do you understand Momotaro! In order to be able to work overtime happily all night, he deliberately completed all the soul-inducing tasks ahead of time, thinking that he would be surrounded by mountains of documents when he returned to hell..."

"In the end, let's not talk about documents. I don't even have a job to do chores. I can only spend my time leisurely in the kingdom of heaven—"

"Do you understand this pain, Momotaro!"

As the third son said, he did not forget to hammer down the table in pain.

With such a huge force, even the bowl on the table jumped up.

The mahogany table then made an unbearable 'squeak' sound, so it withstood the pressure without cracking in two.

Momotaro was speechless: "...No, I really don't understand this kind of pain."

"Not only Dad is like this, but everyone in hell is also like this. They always feel that they are secretly planning something."

When everyone sees her, a benevolent and bewildered smile will appear on their faces reflexively.

Occasionally, a jailer would come forward to say hello and say things like cheer up, but before she could ask her carefully, the jailer was nervously dragged away by the rest of the staff.

From a distance, the third son heard a black-haired assistant officer muttering to himself, "I see, I like to drink, and I'm also crazy about drinking, so I can use it" to himself.

Thinking that my old father was a dead man who had a headache 'calling hell'.

As a result, when the third son came up to help, he was patted on the head again, stuffed with a bunch of candied haws, and motioned her to go to Zhonghe Hell.

Third son: "..."

The red-haired ghost girl chewed the candied haws in her hand, feeling deeply desolate.

But Dad...she was 'driven' back by Sister Ah Xiang.

Everyone is fine, let her help quickly!

Obviously, the end of the year is approaching, when hell and this world are the busiest, but the third son who loves to work overtime can't find a place where he can shine.

There is no warmth in the busy hell, only the leisurely Taoyuan Township, and there is still a little bit of medicated porridge.

"Momotaro, I feel like I'm being squeezed out by everyone in hell."

The third son folded his hands together and placed them under his chin, his sharp eyes saw through the truth,

"So that's it. Is this the workplace bullying encountered by social animals in this world?"

No, there is no workplace bullying in this world, and it also comes with smiles, head pats and candied haws.

"My lord, actually..."

Momotaro looked at the red-haired girl and hesitated to speak.

When he met the girl's emerald eyes, he opened his mouth, almost wanting to reveal the truth because he couldn't bear it.

As a result, a fairy peach was suddenly stuffed by Bai Ze next to him.

"Hmmmm!" Momotaro choked and frantically saved himself.

"In that case, what about Brother Zhongyuan? You can still go to this world, Sanzijiang."

Bai Ze diverted the third son's attention with a smile.

"Ah... Chuya-sensei's words—"

Sure enough, the red-haired girl who was about to ask Momotaro, who was still staring at Momotaro's anomaly just now, looked away.

She seemed to have thought of something, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes revealed a somewhat uncomfortable look.

To be honest, the third son hid back to hell with a mace on his shoulders overnight.

Since that day, when she indirectly admitted the fact of the "divine marriage" to Zhong Yuanzhong, the Zhemao Mafia seemed to have completely turned on the switch, which could be called unscrupulous, and once made the third son wonder whether there is such a thing as Huangba spit estrus period.

However, the fact is that Huang Ba Tu is innocent.

This is purely a man who has been in love for a long time, and after eating meat, he accidentally turned into a bad beast.

What's more, after discovering the lover's endurance and physique beyond the standard, the red-haired mafia went too far.

Although God's Domain, or Gravity Phantom, has not appeared again for the time being.

But I don't know how many times, when the red-haired girl recovered from the stimulation of the deed pattern, she found that she had been pressed on the carpet, the floor-to-ceiling windows, the table...

In short, in all kinds of places that can accommodate people, panting and trembling while clutching at the ends of the lover's hair, enduring endless shocks.

So for a long time, when the third son stepped into the apartment of Chuya Zhongyuan, he had nowhere to put his sight, and there were everywhere... well, furniture that he couldn't look directly at.

However, this situation seems to have been greatly improved after the red-haired ghost messenger informed Zhongyuan Chuya of the "New Year's Year-end Party"——

Then it became another sense, sleepless nights.

******

"Mr. Chuya, are you sure this is the 'Benenkai Preparation Manual' and not some 'Hell Assassination List'?"

The hands of the red-haired girl flipping through the information brochure trembled slightly, shock was written all over her face.

Why does the manual include the whole process of the trial of the dead after entering hell, from the Chujiang Hall to the Yan Mo Hall, and finally the Equality Hall, the City Hall, and the Wudao Reincarnation Hall?

Even guards at the gates of hell?

And the assistant officers of the ten kings, where did the force ranking and weakness come from? !

The third son of the No. [-] ghost executive officer under Yan Mo, once again faced up to the fact that his lover is an unscrupulous mafia.

"Speak, Teacher Chuya."

The third son closed the information manual, solemnly looked at Chuya Zhongyuan,

"Who is the eyeliner you put in hell, don't worry, I will never embarrass him when I go back!"

He said 'no embarrassment' on his lips, but the fierce light in his eyes was about to come out, Sanzi.

Nakahara also stretched out his finger in a funny way, and poked the red-haired girl on the forehead,

"It's a pity, the informant who told me this is you, Sanzi."

"impossible!"

The red-haired ghost girl denied it for a second, her tone can be described as quite decisive.

"Oh--"

The ocher-haired mafia didn't make any excuses, just got up and handed the warm milk to the third son.

He watched the girl take the drink, propped her chin with one hand, and asked casually,

"Speaking of which, I heard that there is a cat working in the Hall of Ten Kings, is it true?"

"Huh? A cat?"

The third son drank the milk slowly while recalling, "There is indeed a cat in the Emperor Song Hall, but to be precise, it is a snake and a cat."

"And, that cat is quite handsome!"

As if mentioning a favorite animal, Sanzi raised his index finger, his eyes sparkled with praise,

"It's a handsome cat that even Dad admits is so handsome!"

"is it?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also took out a tissue, wiped the milk stains on the corners of the third son's lips, pointedly smiled, and looked at the third son.

The red-haired girl and the ocher-haired mafia stared at each other for two seconds before reacting suddenly.

"!!"

Yuan, so the information was leaked in this way!

The inner ghost was actually herself!

The third son stared at the thick stack of hell manuals, his pupils trembling.

"You're too unguarded against me, Sanzi." Nakahara reached out and stroked the girl's cheek.

"..."

The red-haired ghost struggled for a while, but quickly gave up.

...Forget it, if it is Mr. Chuya, he will know sooner or later.

"But Mr. Chuya, what are you doing collecting this information?"

Thinking of a certain possibility, the third son's eyes suddenly became sharp,

"Let's say it first, if you plan to secretly use it to do bad things, I will kill my relatives righteously!"

Zhong Yuan also stretched out his arms to embrace the girl into his arms, lowered his head and kissed the third son's forehead: "It's just a preparation for the year-end party."

Third son: "?"

It's just to participate in a Wannian meeting, do I need to do this?

The red-haired ghost was full of question marks.

*****

——"Of course."

In Hell's Fifth Enemy Hall, the black-haired ghost and god assistant officer rolled up the case file and said without raising his head,

"Eggplant and Tanggua, they are not good at keeping secrets. Instead of worrying about being seen, it is better to temporarily dismiss the third son."

What's more, the child was already defenseless against the people around him, which was also a necessary confidentiality measure.

King Yan Mo looked at the special arrangements for this year's year-end party in his hands, and a drop of cold sweat slowly slid down from the corner of his forehead.

"Mr. Ghost Lantern, are you sure this is a New Year's party event, not a wheel battle against Mr. Zhongyuan?"

This lineup is simply a hell-level gang fight!

It even marked 'prohibition of using gravity on the field' at the bottom... If you look at it with a clear eye, you will know who it is targeting!

"Ghost Lantern, isn't this too despicable? Be careful of being called a 'black? Whistle'! It's the organizer's 'black? Whistle'!"

"mean?"

The black-haired assistant officer slowly poked out half of his head from under the one-person-high judgment table, staring at King Yan Mo with his long and narrow gray eyes.

"Your Majesty, words like 'despicable' and 'fair' are only used in upright battles."

"Is this year's Bnenkai a victory or defeat? No, it's a war!"

The ghost lamp, which has always been uninterested in gatherings, ignited a raging black hellfire behind it,

"In the war of hell, only the despicable can have the last laugh!"

King Yan Mo: "..."

Forget it, I hope it can end smoothly in the end.

——Yes, this year-end party is a war!

Now, in the apartment

Zhong Yuan also closed the information manual in his hand, and his cobalt blue pupils flickered.

With the previous Hongmen Banquet-style sports meeting, the Zhefa Mafia has already made a considerable awakening.

Just try to reverse the roles a little bit, and you will find that if his daughter, without his knowledge, has concluded a marriage contract with a kid who came out of nowhere, he will invite you with a smile Does the other party come to the house as a guest and give blessings?

No, that kid will never survive the next day when the sun comes up.

So the real purpose of this year-end party is already very clear.

If it was him, what would he do?

——Wheel battle.

Whether it's drinking or fighting, the opponent has an absolute advantage in numbers and cannot be taken lightly.

"Sir, this is not a party, it's a war that cannot be lost!"

Chuya Nakahara, who stayed up all night and finally worked out a complete response plan, was ignited with a raging flame of fighting spirit behind him.

Third son: "..."

Originally wanted to refute, but inexplicably remembered the words like 'weakness, alcohol' that she occasionally heard not long ago, and the third son silently closed his mouth again.

...Forget it, as long as it ends smoothly.

At this moment, the red-haired ghost messenger and the hell manager reached a high degree of tacit agreement in terms of thinking.

*****

Soon, it was time for the night of the hell year-end party.

At the junction between the present world and Huangquan, outside the gate of hell, Zhongyuan Zhong also pulled down the hem of his gloves, his cobalt blue eyes were full of fighting spirit.

Rather than going to meet the parents of a lover, it's more like a door-to-door kick.

"That, Chuya-sensei, there's no need to—"

The third son next to him scratched his face inexplicably and amusedly, and was about to persuade his lover to relax a little, when his ears moved suddenly.

It is similar to the sound of birds flapping their wings, flying across the sky.

A black feather dangled down and landed on top of the girl's head.

"Huh? Yatengu's feathers?"

The third son took off the wings on his head and blinked suspiciously.

Isn't it a year-end party tonight?Why is there still Yatengu police on duty, no rest?

While thinking about it, the third son noticed that the eyes of the ocher-haired lover beside him suddenly changed, and he clenched his fists fiercely.

The heavy fist wrapped in a red light with supernatural powers, and fiercely hit her on the top of the head!

At the same time, when—!

A familiar black mace fell from the sky, with the power of lightning, blocked the fist of the mafia, and smashed straight into the ground, making a terrible and heavy impact sound.

This isn't Dad's...?

The third son glanced at the tassel on the handle of the mace, and before he could turn his head around, he felt his body lighten, and his whole body soared into the air!

A big hand grabbed the girl's back collar, lifted the third son up, and put him in the flying monster oboro.

"Huh? Dad?!"

"...And the Yatengu police?"

The red-haired ghost girl looked bewilderedly at the old father who suddenly appeared, and the surrounding Yatengu police who looked at her with apologetic eyes, her red head was full of big question marks.

The third son was about to ask what was going on, when he saw the black-haired ghost assistant officer, and pressed her head reassuringly.

Then he stretched out his hand from the wide black and red sleeve, and grabbed a——

loudspeaker? !

Ghost Lantern held up the loudspeaker, aiming at Chuya Nakahara below with no expression on his face,

"Mr. Central Plains, if you want to take back the princess, you will accept the challenge of hell and pass the trials of everyone."

"Limit six 10 minutes, prohibit the use of different abilities."

"—Let us see, as a knight, apart from the supernatural powers, how much ability you have to protect the princess."

The third son of the princess: "...=="

Dad, what kind of old-fashioned Dragon Quest line is this, and it turned out to be a circle, is everyone in hell preparing these without telling her? !

Well, now she believes that hell is really free this year.

The red-haired ghost girl held her forehead and sighed helplessly.

However, the lover at the bottom had an unsurprised expression, as if he had expected this to happen a long time ago.

"—Trial?"

The ocher-haired mafia on the ground had a mad smile on his face.

He moved his fingers, and the slender knuckles made a crisp snap, "It's just in time, I don't need superpowers, I can crush you!"

"Huh? That's hard to say."

Ghost Lantern: "Then let's get started, we are waiting for you at Yan Mo Hall, I hope you will not be late, Mr. Zhongyuan."

thump—

Accompanied by the sound of the ghost lamp beating the gong, the extinguished torch at the entrance was ignited.

The heavy gate of hell slowly opened in front of Chuya Zhongyuan.

...You guys are quite well prepared, huh?

The third son stared at the gong in his old father's hand and the props underneath speechlessly, falling into speechless silence.

Again--

Just don't miss out.

*****

"...Then, can the Beast Knight defeat the Great Demon King and take back the princess?"

In Zhonghe Hell, the first and second sons of Zashiki Doji, who came back from vacation in heaven, lie on the tatami mats, looking at the beautiful female prison guard, throwing small sandbags of floral flowers in their hands alternately.

"Well, it depends on the awareness of the beast knight, but now, we also have a task, about the 'princess'."

The director's assistant of Zhonghe Hell gently bent the corners of his lips and looked in the direction of the door.

"Just in time, 'princess' has been delivered to the door by the big devil."

Not long after Ah Xiang's voice fell, the sliding door was opened, and the figure of a red-haired ghost girl appeared at the door.

"Really, Sister Axiang, what are you playing again... Oh! First son, second son, are you back! Long time no see!"

Before he finished speaking, Sanzi opened his eyes wide in surprise when he found the long-lost Zashiki Warji.

She instantly forgot the complaints from the previous second, and stretched out her arms to hug the two lovely girls into her arms.

"Not the first son and the second son."

"Call 'sister', stupid third son."

Two loli, one with black hair and one with white hair, poked Sanzi's face unceremoniously.

But he still sat in the arms of the girl with a good temper, one on the left and one on the right, letting the idiot sister stick to her.

"Yeah! Sister!"

The third son who was complained about was not angry, and rubbed Zashiki Doji's cheek with a smirk.

"By the way, Sister Axiang, Dad said that you are looking for me for something very important."

Thinking of the business, the third son put down the girl in his arms and looked at A Xiang.

To be honest, the red-haired ghost messenger could no longer figure out what the people in hell were going to do at this year-end party.

Asking her father, the ghost assistant officer just pretended to keep it a secret, and she could only pin her hopes on the best-spoken sister Axiang.

As for Teacher Zhongye...

It will definitely be fine. On this point, the third son is full of confidence in his lover's force value.

"Yes, third son, there are important events on your side."

Ah Xiang smiled and stood up.

As the words fell, the shoji doors behind her opened with a 'swipe' sound.

A group of beautiful big sisters in kimonos came out pushing the hangers, and looked at Sanzi with a smile on their faces.

One of them held his face in nostalgia, licked his lips,

"Ah, I haven't seen you for a while, Sanzichan, you are even cuter! Come, come here~ Let the sisters see~"

This, this familiar scene, this nightmarish configuration.

At this moment, the red-haired ghost once again recalled the fear of being dominated by the change of clothes.

A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down from the back of Sanzi's head.

"Then, what, I suddenly thought, remembered, I forgot to unplug the kotatsu in the dormitory..."

The third son took a step back with lingering fear, and was about to teleport away, when suddenly, two small hands stretched out from the side, one left and one right grabbed her skirt.

The red-haired ghost almost froze, and lowered his head to meet the two pairs of big straight eyes.

First son: "You can't escape, stupid third son."

Second son: "Princess, please be obedient, stupid third son."

Third son: "..."

hateful!So he was waiting for her here!

Looking at the gentle ladies and sisters who surrounded him smilingly, the red-haired ghost guard shivered and wrapped his sweater tightly around his body.

Suddenly, I felt that, compared to worrying about Mr. Zhongye, sure enough, her side was a little bit worse.

"Wait...don't, don't pull your skirt!"

"Why do you have to take this off? Don't talk, don't talk, I will do it myself!"

*****

When the third son was going through the strange 'dress-changing trial', it was obvious that the situation of a red-haired mafia was not optimistic.

"……what is this?"

The gate of hell, leading to the junction of the world, the underworld and heaven

Zhong Yuan Zhong also looked at the front with solemn eyes, and the boiler was bubbling and bubbling, and the boiler exuded a strange purple atmosphere, giving off doubts from the depths of the soul.

"Moo, it's annoying, this is of course the 'trial' of this round."

On the left, a brown cow as tall as a giant smiled at Chuya Nakahara, and JK blinked her left eye cutely like a girl.

"This is the delicious 'Heaven's Punishment Pot' cooked by Master Ghost Lantern using other people's horseshoe powder. You have to drink all of it. Cavaliers, knights, masters, people~"

On the right, a white mare the size of a giant blinked her right eye at Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye in sync, with a pink love heart appearing from the corner of her eye.

tasty?

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked suspiciously at the inside of the pot, and saw with his own eyes a dead man's head drifting past it with resignation, and moved his eyes.

No, this wasn't the battle he envisioned at all.

He thought it was a duel with the bull's head and the horse's head, but he didn't expect that force would not be used, it was a duel of willpower and stomach endurance!

At this moment, the ochre-haired mafia suddenly felt that compared to the "Heavenly Punishment Pot" in front of them, the live snapdragon sashimi cake brought out by the third son was simply a heavenly delicacy.

"Ah, Lord Knight, if you hesitate any longer—"

"It's too late!"

The bull head and the horse head JK leaned together like sisters, reminding them gently and kindly.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at the ever-decreasing hourglass, and tremblingly picked up the pot and spoon.

Ten minutes later, the ocher-haired mafia covered his mouth lividly and walked out of the gate of hell with a red stamp of 'Pass' in his hand.

Behind him are the blessings of the two guards of the gates of hell.

"Master Zhongyuan, welcome to come again~"

Nakahara Chuya: ... No, he will never come again!

After the first round of the gates of hell, Zhong Yuanzhong has fully understood what kind of "trial" the ghost assistant officials are talking about.

Heh, although he was at a disadvantage at the beginning, he was prepared.

The ocher-haired mafia straightened up, a stern light flashed in his eyes, and he quickly adjusted his thinking.

And so, arriving at the bank of the Sanzu River——

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at Duoyipo who stood in front of him, and before the opponent opened his mouth, he quickly threw out chips and hit the opponent's heart directly.

"I have that blue, cough, it's the phone number of the handsome little brother Yuanyan."

"If it's not enough, I can also give you his work address - so that you can send the latest photo album."

I'm sorry Dazai, as a former partner, you must understand, right?

Duoyipo, who was planning to make a fortune at first, suddenly changed her expression when she heard this, and took out a red seal.

--"make a deal!"

Successful.

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't show it on the surface, but he was relieved in his heart.

Next, a certain ocher-haired mafia seemed to be on the hook, relying on the information obtained from the third son,

Successfully used the 'new spicy formula', 'limited edition drawing tools' and ''DokiDoki Love Collection: Take Her Heart'' to successfully get the seals from the jailer Miss Mustard, Eggplant and Tanggua.

By the way, when he passed the unhappiness place, he stared at the little white dog standing in front of him for a long time.

Vicious Mafia: "..."

The teary-eyed little white dog: "..."

The scene was so strange that Zhong Yuanzhong paused for a rare second, silently taking out a pack of fruit candies from his pocket.

"Wow! It's the latest sandwich marshmallow!"

Xiaobai, who was still trembling at first, lit up his eyes, and jumped up cheeringly.

"Lord Zhongyuan, you are such a good fellow!"

The white dog wagged its tail excitedly, took the candy from Nakahara Chuya's hand, and pushed the small cloth bag tied around his neck to the mafia.

……

…………

"Ghost Lantern Lord, I didn't expect you to soften your heart. It's not too difficult for Lord Zhongyuan."

In Yan Mo Hall, the administrator of hell looked at the picture inside through the clear glass mirror, showing a relieved expression.

Soft-hearted?

The black-haired ghost and god assistant took a sip of water expressionlessly, and spoke slowly,

"Have you ever heard a word, Your Majesty?"

"The best time to defeat the enemy is neither at the beginning nor at the end, but when he puts down his guard and thinks that the chance of victory is in his hands."

King Yan Mo suddenly had a very bad premonition: "...What is the next level of Lord Zhongyuan?"

"Don't worry, my lord, I'm not a devil."

Ghost Lantern stroked his chin, and said quietly, "It's just Mr. Han from the Emperor Song Hall."

Thinking of the role of 'Mr. Han' in the trial, King Yan Mo suddenly got down, his body turned cold, and he showed a terrified expression.

Mr. Central Plains, you ask for more blessings.

****

Mr. Han, that is, the handsome cat that is so handsome in Sanzi's mouth.

With a slender body like a leopard, straight eyebrows like sword eyebrows, cough, no, patterns, coupled with a Bollywood-like dress, and piercing cat eyes, he is indeed quite handsome.

It's the duty... ahem.

The third son mentioned that Mr. Han is one of the "one cat and one snake" who works part-time in the Song Emperor Hall.

The content of the job is to look into the eyes of the deceased male, see through their hearts, and determine whether the deceased committed crimes of adultery or adultery during his lifetime.

Once the deceased looks away guiltily, it is a symbol of 'guilty'.

At that time, it will-

Bite hard at the root of the crime of the dead.

and so……

Mr. Zhongyuan, for your future happiness and happiness, don't look away!

*****

Intuition told Chuya Nakahara that he must never look away.

The ocher-haired mafia stared blankly at the money cat.

After a full 5 minutes, Mr. Han, who was sitting cross-legged on the side bench of the trial, raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and took the lead to look away.

"It's really interesting. It's obviously a mafia, but it still follows the basic male bottom line? Very good, I admit you."

Zhong Yuanzhong also heaved a sigh of relief, feeling inexplicably escaped.

"but--!"

The golden cat on the side seat suddenly stood up, stood on the ground with two legs, slid gracefully, and spun around to stand in the center of the trial hall.

The spotlight on the stage fell, and two veiled and foreign-dressed child dancers appeared out of nowhere, and stood beside Mr. Han.

"It's not enough to get my approval!"

"Dancing, only dancing with passion from the heart can reveal the true essence of a person!"

"Say, knight, come here, as long as you beat me in this fight dance, you can take away the seal!"

"Dance, knight!"

With the enthusiastic call of the money cat, the rhythmic music sounded, and the dance was neat, just like a Bollywood song and dance film set.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"What's the matter, are you going to back down, knight, time is running out!"

Mr. Han bent down nimbly, stepped on the dance steps, and looked straight at the brown-haired mafia with a pair of sharp sword eyebrows and star eyes.

"..."

"........."

Zhongyuan Zhong also took a 'hiss' gasp, scratched his hair resignedly, and said loudly,

"Dancing, right? I know! Just dance, dance——!"

A certain brown-haired mafioso tightened his face, resisting the shame of ascension to heaven, made a standard slide with his numb scalp, and joined the middle of the dance floor.

It is worthy of being known as the ceiling of force in Hong Kong and black, and a master of physical arts.

This coordination and control of limbs, even in the field of dance, is full of potential!

In the passionate music, Nakahara Chuya's pupils lost the highlight of life.

Just when he was only one centimeter away from where he was ascending to heaven, there was a sudden 'click', and the handsome money cat accidentally twisted his waist.

Fighting and dancing, the outcome has been divided.

"You won this time, Mr. Zhongyuan, next time we will... hey my waist... give me a hand!"

Nakahara Zhong also trembled. When he took the seal from the money cat, he felt that he had paid a lot, a lot...

Already, there is nothing to lose face.

At this moment, the soul of Zhongye in the Central Plains was sublimated.

Even after that, I met Yamata no Orochi in the screaming hell, and asked to find out the person who stole the wine among the seven hundred dead.

The ocher-haired mafia just nodded calmly, and then—

Clenching his fist the size of a sandbag, he beat up the seven hundred dead.

In 15 minutes, the thief who stole the wine was successfully caught.

"Thank you! Master Zhongyuan! You are so reliable!"

The chubby Yamata no Orochi was moved to tears, and he didn't have the aura of the rumored world-destroying boss at all.

What is the World Destroyer Boss?

It's just a poor wage earner.

*****

When Nakahara Nakaya arrived at the Fifth Yama Hall, the hourglass of timing had just come to an end.

The last white sand fell from the top and landed lightly on the triangular point where the sand was piled up.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath.

When he stepped into the dim Yan Mo Hall, he was ready to fight to the death.

— both mentally and physically.

This is the most difficult assistant to deal with ghosts and gods. If he cannot use supernatural powers, then his chances of winning are——

"Mr. Ghost Lantern, I'm here as agreed to take my wife away."

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyes to look at the trial seat.

However, to his surprise, the black-haired Assistant Ghost Officer was not in the hall.

The surrounding lights are dim, but from the mottled and chaotic atmosphere, one can also feel that there is a group of people hiding in the dark.

According to preliminary judgment, there are at least 30 people.

King Yan Mo was not sitting on the trial seat, he was standing by the table with his hands behind his back, looking at the brown-haired mafia with a peaceful smile.

"Don't you want to take a look at your achievements, Mr. Zhongyuan?" King Yan Mo said kindly.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback.

A premonition came to his mind.

His breathing became disordered, and his heart began to beat faster.

The red-haired young man shook his hands, and took out the stamps he got from the pocket of his jacket——

The next moment, these red seals glowed faintly, and under Zhongya Zhongye's gaze, they slowly shrunk and their outlines elongated.

One.

two.

three.

They turned into fluttering red threads, long connected together, one end was wrapped around Nakahara Chuya's wrist, and the other end——

A clear sound of footsteps came from outside the door of Yan Mo Hall.

Accompanied by the light sound of high heels landing, the white gauze on the skirt was raised, and the red-haired girl in a white wedding dress slowly walked into his sight.

The other end of the red rope was tied to the third son's wrist, and the girl took her father's arm and walked towards the red-haired mafia.

Zhong Yuan stared at the red-haired girl and suddenly held his breath.

His wife, who was wearing a wedding dress, walked towards him step by step.

Zhong Yuan also subconsciously straightened his back.

At the same time, the lights of Yan Mo Hall turned on one after another, illuminating the people hiding in the dark.

Ah Xiang, Tang Gua, Eggplant.

Ten Kings, Shirasawa, Momotaro...

Those were the relatives and friends of the third son. They laughed and raised their hands, rang the firework tube, and let the ribbons and blessings fall on the couple.

【Well, if it's for this moment—】

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help it anymore, and smiled contentedly.

Standing under the bright light, under the witness of Huangquan and Hell, he took the hand of the third son from the hand of the ghost assistant officer.

【If it's for this moment—】

The third son of the flower marriage raised his eyes, and through the transparent veil, a pair of emerald pupils full of smiles met the cobalt blue pupils who also smiled.

"Newlyweds—happy—!"

"Congratulations!"

"Congratulations--!!"

Among the blessings of relatives and friends, the red line representing the conclusion is hidden between the ghost messenger and the gravity messenger.

****

Rumor has it that there is heaven and hell in the world.

Hell is divided into [Eight Great Hells] and [Eight Cold Hells], which are further subdivided into 270 arrangements.

After the war, the world's population exploded and evil spirits lingered, Huang Quan fell into unprecedented chaos.Therefore, in addition to the behind-the-scenes figures who were good at calm and dealing with the aftermath that were longed for at that time, there was also a group of guides.

They go back and forth between the present world and the underworld, taking the wandering souls back, and leading the lost souls back home.

And under the throne of Hell Enma, the third son of the first ghost executive officer, met his future husband for the first time on a ghost flight.

She never told the other party——

Among the bewildered and lost dead in the cabin, only his soul shone brightly like the hot sun in the thirty thousand clear sky outside the window.

--so

I will give you a lot of advice in the future, Chuya-sensei.