When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

After Zhongli left, the underworld was still busy, burying his longing for Zhongli in the bottom of his heart, and then took it out to taste it late at night.

Huatian has always been thinking about the book of life and death, and comes to the mansion to deal with affairs every day, but in fact, he secretly stares at Lan Zijun, looking for an opportunity to peek at the list in the book.

Hanada's buttocks hurt from sitting on the chair, and she changed countless sitting positions.In the first two days, I could still sit and deal with a few trivial matters, but after more than half a month, I lost my patience long ago, with my legs crossed in front of the desk, and I slumped straight on the grand master's chair.

Lan Zijun sat aside, never leaving for a moment, and handled the case seriously.

After waiting for so long, I got nothing but pain in my butt.

It doesn't matter, Huatian has another plan for the next step.

I discussed with Jianjian the night before and ordered the kitchen to make a pot of soup and add some diuretics, I don't believe you won't die if you urinate.

Jianjian didn't want to do such immoral things, so he reluctantly agreed under Huatian's hard work.

When the appointed hour came, Jian Jian came to the mansion with a small basket in his arms, and said straight to the point: "I have boiled a pot of soup, come and drink."

Huatian pretended to be surprised, and got down from the table in a dizzy manner, filled a bowl of soup, rolled his eyes, and brought it to Lan Zijun: "Brother Zijun, here is a bowl."

Lan Zijun didn't notice it, took the soup bowl, took a sip, frowned slightly, and tasted it carefully.

Hanada and Jianjian looked at Lan Zijun nervously, waiting for his reaction, they won't find out.

After babbling for a while, Lan Zijun frowned, picked up the soup bowl again, drank it in one gulp, licked the remaining soup at the corner of his mouth, and handed the bowl back to Huatian.

Huatian took the bowl, secretly happy.

With a sudden force, Lan Zijun grasped the soup bowl tightly.

Hua Tian's heart tightened, he stared blankly at Lan Zijun, ready to run away with Jian Jian at any moment.

The two passed the bowl, secretly exerting force.

"Brother Zijun, you should let go." Hua Tian was in a hurry, if there is any problem, you should give me a word.

Lan Zijun stared blankly at Huatian, then slowly let go of his hand, and said, "Give me another bowl."

"Ah!" Hanada couldn't react in time and cried out.

Jian Jian hurriedly stepped forward to answer the question: "I'm worried that I can't finish this pot of soup, Mr. Lan, please drink a few more bowls."

Lan Zijun was impolite, and directly grabbed the bowl in Huatian's hand, went to the small basket, picked up a spoon to fill himself with a bowl, and gulped it down.

Huatian and Jianjian stood aside, watching Lan Zijun empty the bottom of the pot bowl by bowl in amazement.

"Kenken, I don't think it's necessary to add medicine to the soup." Hanada chatted with Kanken.

Jian Jian nodded, watching Lan Zijun take out the last half bowl of soup from the pot.

"You guys..." Lan Zijun handed the remaining half bowl of soup in front of the two, and asked, "Do you want to drink?"

Huatian and Jianjian shook their heads and said in unison: "We don't drink, you can drink."

Lan Zijun nodded in satisfaction, and finished the last half bowl of soup.

Smacking his lips, he went back to the table and sat down, continuing to deal with the affairs.

Jianjian put away the utensils and said goodbye to Huatian: "I'm leaving, you handle the case carefully."

"Let's go, I'll talk to you again tonight." Hua Tian was full of confidence, and this time he was determined to take Lan Zijun down.

Sending off Jianjian, Hanada sat back in his original position, full of energy, and regained his high fighting spirit.His eyes glanced at Lan Zijun from time to time.

After a while, Lan Zijun had a reaction, his expression was restless, and he couldn't sit still.

I'm coming.

Lan Zijun stood up abruptly, his face livid.

Huatian secretly smiled, this diuretic is not just for fun, it is overwhelming.

Lan Zijun hurriedly put away the book of life and death, stuffed it into the lapel of his clothes, and left the hall in a hurry.

"Hey, brother Zijun, where are you going?" Hua Tian looked at Lan Zijun leaving, you leave the notebook.

After running back and forth dozens of times, Lan Zijun collapsed on the table to recover his strength.

Huatian also wilted, irritated by Lan Zijun's tossing back and forth.

The mansion fell into silence. The ghost servants were yawning and drowsy. It was almost time to get off work and it was time to eat.

During the dull time, a group of people rushed into the mansion noisily, awakening a few slack spirits.

Hua Tian restrained his mind, supported his head with his hands, and said lazily: "Stop arguing, shut up."

Lan Zijun picked up the Zihao listlessly, and took notes weakly.

After Huatian yelled, all the souls were stunned for a moment, and their eyes were all looking forward.

"Talk about it..." Hua Tian just opened his mouth, and before he could say anything, he shouted again.

Huatian finally wanted to handle a case, and was annoyed by the noise from the subordinates, so he waved to Lan Zijun, I'm leaving, I'll leave it to you.

Lan Zijun suddenly thought of something, and called Hua Tian: "Listen to them."

Although Huatian didn't know why, he still stopped. Since Lan Zijun said so, it must be an urgent matter.Coupled with the large number of people who died this time, it must have been a big accident.

Patiently, he shouted loudly: "Whoever speaks again, I will send him to the eighteenth level of hell."

The souls who had just taken off their mortal wombs realized the horror of the eighteenth hell, they all stopped talking, and the lobby returned to silence.

Huatian returned to the front of the table, sat upright, and asked the bottom: "Tell me how you died?"

The group was about to speak, but Huatian stopped them, pointing to the soul on the left, and said, "Starting with you, let's talk one by one."

The soul patted his thigh and cried, "If I knew how I died, I wouldn't have come here."

The soul's words resonated with the other souls, sobbing secretly.

Looking at the pear blossoms crying with rain, Huatian frowned and asked, "You don't know how you died?"

"Yes, my lord, we were all killed without knowing it. We died so fast that we didn't have time to react." One soul said.

"Oh?" Huatian stroked the stubble on his chin, lost in thought.

Looking at the few souls who are strangers to each other, they should have nothing to do with each other in life, and their faces are honest and honest. They don't seem like troublesome people who have entangled with others. Even if it is for money, they will not kill people. Then what is the strange cause of their death together?

I really can't figure it out.

"Where is your hometown?" Lan Zijun grasped the key point.

Lan Zijun's words caught Huatian's attention. Looking at their clothes, they were not like ordinary people. They had dark and vicissitudes of life, dry hair, and wore thick fur coats. They were all as strong as Zhongli.

They looked at each other in blank dismay, they were already used to the way of life, they really didn't expect to meet fellow villagers, and they replied in unison: "We are all from the frontier."

"Do you know each other?" Hanada asked.

Several souls looked around at each other, and one of them replied: "There are some familiar faces, they seem to be from the next village."

"Yes, I also think you look familiar, do you belong to Lao Wang..."

Several souls chatted, Hua Tian and Lan Zijun waited patiently.

After chatting, they finally nodded unanimously and said, "We all live near Loulan City."

"Loulan City..." Lan Zijun repeated.