When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

"Zhongli, I'll tell you." Hua Tian danced and talked nonsense while being carried back to the bedroom by Zhongli and the ghost servant.

"I'm here." Zhongli forced Huatian's head towards him, he mistook the ghost servant for Zhongli, and he had been talking nonsense for half an hour.

The ghost servant's face turned blue and white, and he couldn't bear to say anything. Zhongli couldn't stand it, so he talked to Huatian.

Huatian pinched Zhongli's face, and took a closer look. After confirming that it was him, he grinned and said, "Zhongli, let me tell you."

"Say what you say." Zhongli perfunctory.

"I, I'm sad, my little green plum, it just disappeared with a 'bang'." Speaking of the pain, Huatian couldn't bear the pain, buried his face in Zhongli's chest, and rubbed Zhongli's skirt, begging for comfort.

Zhongli saw that Huatian was sticking to him, and pushed him back on the ghost servant, "Don't throw your snot on me."

The ghost servant accepted Hanada's snot and tears with a look of lovelessness.

"It's not snot." Huatian wiped his face, and put his wet hand in front of Zhongli to show, "It's holy tears."

"Yes yes yes." Zhong Li prevaricates Hua Tian, ​​thinking of sending him back to the bedroom as soon as possible.

Back in the bedroom, Hua Tian was not honest, hugged a ball of quilt, regarded it as Lan Zijun, and said: "Brother Zijun, tell them what kind of tears I am crying."

"..." No one responded, Huatian sat up and said righteously, "Brother Zijun, why don't you speak?"

Seeing that Hua Tian was going to tell the quilt about his plan for the night, Zhong Li hurriedly responded, "Okay, okay, I know these are holy tears, go to sleep."

Hearing Zhongli's approval, Huatian hecked twice, then fell asleep contentedly, and quickly snorted.

"I don't drink well and I like to drink." Zhong Li couldn't help complaining, this was the second time he sent Hua Tian back to his room in embarrassment.

Putting on the quilt, putting out the candles, closing the door, Zhongli went back to continue drinking,

In the dead of night, the hustle and bustle receded, and the underworld entered sleep mode.

"Pee." Hua Tian suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, sat up straight, disturbed by the urge to urinate, put on his shoes in a daze, and solved the big problem.

After urinating, Huatian regained consciousness and looked up at the moon. The moonlight tonight is bright and clear, much like a person's eyes.

Ok?

"No, did I forget something." After patting his head, Hua Tian remembered, "What about the impermanence in the room?"

Restraining his drunken state, he hurriedly returned to the bedroom to look for impermanence.

Lifted the quilt: "No."

He looked under the bed: "No."

Looking through the closet: "No."

"Where can I go?" Hua Tian sat down and thought carefully, "By the way, the livestock shed."

Without any sleepiness, Hua Tian went straight to the livestock shed.

A little closer to the livestock shed, I heard Wuchang's cough, which was weak and half-dead, immediately made Huatian furious, and shouted at the shed: "Didn't I tell you to stay in the bedroom? Why did you run out again..."

Huatian originally wanted to be tough on Heiwuchang so that he could stay in the bedroom honestly, but seeing Heiwuchang in the shed, Huatian's mind went blank and he swallowed the words back in his throat.

Hei Wuchang's hands were tied up with hemp rope, and he was hung on the beam of the house. His large upper robe was stripped off, revealing his frail body covered with scars, and there were several spots on his face covered with thick rouge powder. Tears, dirty, and a smile that seems to be there at the corner of the mouth, it is incompatible with this scene.

For impermanence, laughing has become a habit.

There is a reason not to hit people with smiling faces, but it’s not good to smile too much, it makes people feel easy to be bullied, even if they are hit, they don’t get angry, but they provoke more hits.

"Don't slap your face, don't slap your face." Hei Wuchang lowered his head and begged for mercy in a hoarse voice. He regarded Huatian as the perpetrator.

Seeing this scene, Hanada's eyes were red, he cut the rope with a scythe, and Huo Wuchang fell down.

Huatian opened his hands and caught Wuchang, holding him in his arms, he felt that Wuchang was light and frightening, his bones were skinny, and his exposed ribs hurt his hands.

The moment Heiwuchang fell, he could see that the person who came was Huatian. When he fell into Huatian's arms, he didn't care about his face, but he felt embarrassed because he was bumped into by Huatian, and shyly covered his face with his hands.

Hua Tian was the only one who didn't laugh at him, and didn't look down on him. Seeing his dilapidated appearance now, he might be disappointed.

Forget it, I'm used to it, everyone who just came to the underworld will feel sorry for him first, and then be assimilated by the public, or turn a blind eye to them indifferently, or feel that they are ridiculed by others because they sympathize with him, and the humiliation is even worse.

It's better to let the disappointment come to the fore, Huo Wuchang pushed Hua Tian, ​​squatted on the ground, and said in a low voice: "The makeup is too much, don't pollute the eyes of the adults, you should go quickly, the adults."

Huatian took off his robe and put it on Heiwuchang's naked upper body, ignoring his reaction, with a low tone, suppressing his anger, and asked, "Who did it?"

He didn't turn around to leave, instead he put a warm robe on his body, Huo Wuchang didn't dare to look up at Huatian, his clumsy acting skills couldn't fool anyone.

"My lord, there is no one, no one." Hei Wuchang was like a headless fly, scurrying around with his head down, finally found the location of Huatian, and handed his robe back to him, "Dirty your robe .”

Before Hanada could react, Huo Wuchang disappeared without a trace.

"Oh." Huatian sighed, knowing that Hei Wuchang was cautious, Huatian didn't chase him, and went to Zhongli's bedroom with his clothes.

Zhongli never locks the door when he sleeps, which gave Huatian a chance to vent his anger. Without knocking, Huatian kicked Zhongli's door open.

Zhongli was on high alert, the moment Huatian's foot touched the door, before there was a sound, Zhongli had already woken up, quickly got up, picked up a wooden stick, and slammed it fiercely at Huatian with the anger of getting up.

The force was appropriate, making the opponent powerless to resist, but not unconscious. Zhongli lit a candle and saw clearly the flower field on the ground clutching his head and twitching.

"My lord, why is it you?" Zhong Li was surprised, and hurriedly stepped forward to help the flower field.

"Zhongli, do you bastard want to knock me to death and take my place again?" Huatian was dizzy, his body was shaking non-stop, and his outstretched hand tremblingly couldn't be aimed at Zhongli's nose.

"How dare you, my lord praised me, but I don't have the brains to be the king of Hades." Zhong Li helped Hua Tian to sit on the chair, and half-jokingly said.

Huatian couldn't laugh, he didn't hear what Zhongli said at all, his mind was buzzing, Zhongli was definitely a practicer, his strikes were quick and ruthless, and Huatian's mind went blank for a while.

Zhong Li was sleepy and yawned, waiting for Huatian to recover. If he had known that Lord Hades had just knocked him out, he would have said it tomorrow.

What a good subordinate!

Guessing that the flower field is almost done, Zhong Li asked, "My lord, why are you looking for me so late?"

"Find someone for me." The scene of Huo Wuchang being hung up flashed in his mind, and Hanada woke up.

Thinking that there was some important case to be investigated, Zhongli hurriedly put on his clothes: "Wait a minute, I'll go to the lobby to look for the spirit book."

The spirit book is the roster that records the living people in the world.

"I'm not looking for people from the yang world, but ghosts from the underworld."

Zhongli stopped walking out of the room, and looked at Huatian with the eyes that you said earlier: "You just say you are looking for ghost servants from the underworld, and go around this big circle."

Huatian glared at Zhongli, he hadn't settled with him for the stick just now.

"You are the boss of the underworld. Who do you want to find? Does he dare not come? Why do you let me look for it?" Zhong Li said recklessly.

"Just find it for me, why are there so many nonsense." Hua Tian roared, this black charcoal is really ink.

"All right, all right, I'll look for it." Zhong Li asked who he wanted to see and look for, "What's your name?"

Hua Tian shook his head: "I don't know the name."

"Then I'm going to bed." Zhongli pretended to go to bed. The underworld said there were at least three thousand ghost slaves, and they didn't even know their names. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"He sleeps in the barn." Huatian stopped Zhongli and said the key.

"Oh." When mentioning the barn, Zhongli understood, "It's Jianjian."

"Kianjian..." After knowing the name, Huatian repeated it repeatedly, as if these two words were an obscure and long poem through the ages, which needed to be pondered carefully.

Zhong Li followed behind Huatian, seeing him chattering, and didn't know what he was talking about, thought that Jianjian had done something wrong, so he explained for Jianjian: "My lord, he is born with a low nature, don't be as fussy as he is."

Huatian reacted unexpectedly, suddenly pointed at Zhongli's nose, and said angrily: "Zhongli didn't expect you to be this kind of person, how can people be born lowly."

Zhongli was not anxious with Huatian either. Although his original intention was to help Jianjian, there was still some truth in his words, and he said flatly: "My lord, even after being beaten half to death, you can still laugh heartlessly, as if It's like inviting others to fight, you say it's low or not."

"You should have lived a smooth life before your death. I'm afraid you didn't humble yourself before." Hua Tian walked out of the room, not wanting to entangle with Zhong Li on this topic anymore. It's not because she was angry, but because it was unnecessary. Those who have no common experience will only talk to each other. Words, too much is a waste of time.

"Go to bed, and bring him to me tomorrow." After leaving a sentence, Huatian left.

Zhong Li was completely sleepless. How could there be such a word in the world? I'm afraid it can only come from other people's mouths, and he can't use it.