When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

Just in time for a market in a border town, all kinds of passers-by filled the streets, bustling and lively.

The already crowded road was even more crowded because of a group of people watching.

The objects of the onlookers were not rare treasures or beautiful talents, but an old horse and a cold corpse.

"It's really unheard of that a horse can kill a person."

"This man died so wrongly that he was bitten to death by a horse."

"Poor wife he just came in."

"Fortunately, she is still young. After three years of mourning, she can find another family to marry."

"Who will want her at that time, and kill her husband after only a few days of marriage."

"With a face like hers, it's not difficult to find a next family. Isn't the son in the north of the city always coveting..."

The passers-by talked about each other, and did not shy away from the new widow Qiuyu who was crying next to the corpse. When she heard the sighs of the people, Qiuyu squeezed out a few tears and cooperated with the group of people, which made the passers-by even more angry. pity.

The owner of the horse, Zhao San, took out a package containing money from his pocket and handed it to Qiu Yu, but this matter was really bad luck. He originally lent the horse to Li Ming. dead people.

This didn't take out all the belongings, but Qiu Yu still refused to let go, and instead of picking up the package, she cried even harder.

There were more and more onlookers. I don't know who summoned the yamen servants to imprison Zhao San, but Zhao San refused, and quarreled in the street. The scene was chaotic.

Amidst the commotion, a young man about 20 years old, wearing a coarse cloth jacket and worn straw sandals, came to the corpse and looked at the corpse as if no one else was around.

No one cared about him, and everyone's focus has shifted to the drama of the yamen servant binding Zhao San.

"This man was not bitten to death by a horse." The young man retreated into the crowd, whispering to passers-by beside him because he couldn't hold back the words in his heart.

"What! Wasn't this man killed by a horse?" But the passer-by had a loud voice, shouted abruptly, and pushed the low-key young man out. The noisy street was suddenly silent, and they all looked at the source of the voice.

The yamen servant was attracted: "The horse is here, and the body is also here. The evidence is convincing. Why do you say that this horse killed Li Ming?"

The young people don't pay attention to the yamen servants, these mediocre people, just to complete the task, they don't care about arresting people who know each other, and explain to them that they don't understand.

When he came to Qiuyu, the young man asked, "Can you tell me how your husband died?"

Qiu Yu frowned, with a hoarse voice, sobbing, and said, "My husband was killed by this horse. If you don't believe me, look at the wound on his wrist." After finishing speaking, she went to rub Li Ming's sleeve , showing the wound to everyone, there was a sigh of relief.

"There was a lot of blood, and he was bitten to death by this horse."

"There's nothing to argue about. Even if you can't bite to death, you will die if you fall."

Amidst the questioning voice, the young man shook his head, his bright eyes flashed a bit of sarcasm: "This statement is wrong, what you see is only the superficial phenomenon."

Walking in front of the corpse, the young man lifted up the straw mat that covered the corpse, and Li Ming was completely exposed. Because he had left it for too long, bruises of different shades appeared on his face. What kind of resentment did you suffer before your death?

Everyone covered their faces, cursing the young man, Qiu Yu couldn't stop her, but met Li Ming's eyes, took a step back in fright, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"If he was thrown to death, the five internal organs of the corpse would be damaged, and the face would be congested and swollen. Look at him, his face is not purple."

Some bold and curious people observed it carefully, and sure enough, there was no other change on the face except for the corpse spots.

"Let's look at his bitten wrist again. Although he bled a lot, the arteries were not injured. It can be seen that he was not bitten to death by a horse."

After some analysis by the young man, everyone turned to Zhao San and began to sympathize with him. Zhao San looked at the young man gratefully, this time he was saved.

"I just said that horses can't kill people, Zhao San is very wronged."

"Hey, you man, why didn't you say earlier..."

"It wasn't bitten to death by a horse, so how did Li Ming die?"

"My life is so bitter, how could this happen to me." Amidst the divergent opinions, Qiu Yu suddenly burst into tears, and stuffed the bitterness that had been chewed several times into her mouth again.

The yamen servant became impatient, and the warm wine in the cell was still waiting for him. How could he care so much? Anyway, if he was caught, the case would be closed, so why bother.

"Which onion are you? Go away. Don't delay Lao Tzu's case." The yamen servant covered up Li Ming, handcuffed Zhao San, and led the old horse back to the yamen. Qiu Yu was dissatisfied with Zhao San's silver. The people went back, and the crowd lost sight of the excitement and dispersed one after another, and the streets returned to normal.

The young man sighed, and it was the same result. He was pulled by a force just as he took a step. He looked down, and a curly boy looked at him with admiration: "Uncle, can you tell me who this person is? How did you die?"

The young man touched the child's head, then pinched his chubby face, with a look of relief, someone finally understood him: "He was bitten to death by a snake, and the snake mark overlapped with the wound, so it is not easy to be found..."

The young man still had a stomach full of words to say, but was interrupted by a rough roar.

The child's mother, holding the unfinished bowls and chopsticks, shouted from across the street: "Huatian, don't teach my child badly, go back to your shop and forge iron."

Unable to withstand the roar, Huatian ran away.

……

Huatian hasn't slept well recently, his eyes are swollen like buckwheat buns, he stares stupidly at the hammer in his hand, and hits the scrap metal in front of him one after another. In his state, he even lost a lot of business .

The one who caused his insomnia was the strange man who claimed to be Emperor Huagai in his dream. As long as he closed his eyes, Emperor Huagai would come to him with a mean smile and repeat the same opening line: "Young man, let's go."

"No, I want to go to bed." Hua Tian looked dissatisfied, and the person in front of him who looked obviously under 30 years old said that he was the Emperor Huagai in the sky. He went to the underworld to be the king of hell, and he came to disturb his dreams every night, saying that he would take him to the underworld to familiarize himself with the familiar environment... Familiar with your uncle!I want to sleep.

"Brother Hua, this is the last night, and you will be able to take office tomorrow." Emperor Hua Gai had a warm face, but in Hua Tian's eyes, it was a conspiracy face.

"Then tell me, will there be a lot of salary when you are the King of Hades?" Huatian followed his will, and he was really tortured by him these days, and took him to hell every day to see a group of strange creatures, called ghosts.

"Salary..." Emperor Hua Gai thought for a while, and answered seriously, "No."

"I'm going back to sleep." Hua Tian didn't want to pay more attention to this person, so he should lie to him seriously.

"Brother Hua, don't leave, then I won't take you to hell tonight, so I'll tell you something." Huagai Dijun hurriedly took out a jade wat from his cuff while pulling Huatian, frantically, One was inattentive and fell like a dog eating shit. Yuhu threw a perfect arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

"Oh, oh, it's a pity that this piece of jade is worth a lot of silver taels." Hua Tian picked up the broken pieces of jade on the ground, his heart ached to death, this piece of brain finally came up with something good, and now it's smashed like this .

"It's worthless, it's just a second-hand product I bought from a jade dealer, and I engraved the words on it." Emperor Huagai patted the dust on his body with a calm face, "Brother Hua, I'll send it to you tomorrow after I glue it on." .”

Huatian wants to cry but has no tears. The person in front of him is not a fool, or he should be regarded as a fool.

"Okay, brother Hua, it's okay, you can sleep well tonight, and go to work tomorrow full of energy." Emperor Hua Gai patted Hua Tian's shoulder, very relieved.

"Hey, don't go, how can I take office tomorrow?" Although Hanada was dubious about this matter, he had to ask clearly. He reached out to grab Emperor Huagai, but he only caught Baiyan with one hand. Emperor Huagai had long since disappeared. up.

"I believe your evil." Huatian muttered and walked out of the dream, his mind sank, his eyes darkened, and he fell asleep.

……

Things were not going well in Huatian today. The fat pig owner of the butcher shop next door almost fell on his head with a knife. A pot of narcissus owned by a 30-year-old girl upstairs passed him by. There was a deep hole next to his feet...

"I'm quitting, I'm quitting, I'm quitting." Hua Tian threw away the iron, squatted beside the stove and smoked a pipe, which became more and more tasteless as he smoked, because he had no money to buy tobacco leaves and put them in the pipe There is less and less smoke.

Huatian's childhood sweetheart Liu Yingying happened to enter the room, and seeing Huatian's lazy look, she pouted and said angrily, "Brother Hua, you're lazy again."

"I'm tired today, let me rest for a day, I don't have much business anyway." Men Qing was cold, which aggravated Hua Tian's distress.

If one thing goes wrong, everything goes wrong.

"If you stay any longer, you will grow weeds. Let's go to the temple fair with me." Liu Yingying opened her big round eyes and looked at the flower field expectantly.

"Aren't you going to be a female celebrity anymore?" Huatian asked with her head turned sideways, without any intention of standing up.

Hearing this sentence, Liu Yingying, who was still smiling just now, immediately changed her face. Liu Yingying couldn't help Huatian's talkativeness, and pulled him out: "Don't mention spoilers."

"You didn't escape, did you?" Hanada questioned.

"Can't I come out to play?" Liu Yingying was in a particularly bad mood today, she used to be obediently clinging to Huatian, but now she is so angry that Huatian has nothing to say.

"I really have nothing to do with you." Huatian sighed helplessly, and let Liu Yingying drag him away. After returning, he would be in bad luck again. Mr. Liu had to demolish his shop.

For a poor boy like him, Liu Yuanwai naturally looked down on him. Three generations of blacksmiths did not come from a good family background. His grandfather was better off. He worked for the government for a few years, but his generation fell to the ground. Xiang, although the family is not too empty, but it is also stretched to the point of stretching. Now that he is over twenty, he doesn't even have a daughter-in-law, and he is single.