When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

After leaving the camp, Lan Zijun didn't go far, and sobered up on a hill.

The moonlight was shining brightly, covering Lan Zijun's body slightly, and he looked extraordinarily cold in his green clothes.

Just like Lan Zijun's temperament.

Huatian carried the wine jar, swayed towards Lan Zijun, and sat beside him.

Lan Zijun was unmoved, his eyes drifted away, these days, he has been in this state, approaching the spring day, but no joy.

"Take a sip." The wine jar was raised in front of Lan Zijun.

Lan Zijun shied away and glanced sideways at Huatian, still so heartless.

"I really want to know what can bother you." Lan Zijun chatted with Huatian in a flat tone.

"Yes." Hanada blurted out without thinking.

Lan Zijun read Huatian's mind, chuckled lightly, and said, "Then besides Jianjian, what else can bother you."

Huatian pondered for a while, then looked at Lan Zijun: "The hell and you bother me the most."

Before the future hell, Huatian worries about what to eat and how much iron to make every day. Life is very routine and dull.

After becoming the King of Hades, he took a few cases to solve cases from all over the world, and saw countless life and death, and the warmth and coldness of the world, and felt the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

For Lan Zijun and the others, Huatian has already treated them as relatives.

When Zhongli left the underworld, Huatian secretly wiped a few tears, complaining to Jianjian all the time that he left without heart.

From time to time, he sent people to Donghai to visit, and learned of Zhongli's plain happiness, Huatian also felt relieved.

To say that the only things I can't let go of are these and the fine wine in my hand.

I never knew that Huatian still had such thoughts, so Lan Zijun realized it.

Huatian has been in the underworld for many years, and the time they spend together seems to pass very quickly.

I don't know when, the hatred for Huatian has disappeared from the bottom of my heart, and I can't find that hatred anymore.

At that time in Xitian, Lan Zijun looked up at the flower field for nearly a hundred years and admired him endlessly. Now, he is equal to him and has experienced many times of life and death.

Fate is ridiculous.

Shaking his head and smiling helplessly, Lan Zijun fell into confusion again.

"Brother Zijun, will you leave the underworld?" Huatian broke the silence, the days were so beautiful and clean that Huatian became worried.

Lan Zijun shook his head, his eyes were dimmed, and he said in a low voice, "I will never leave the underworld, even if you leave, I will not leave."

"The world is changing too fast, how dare brother Zijun guarantee it." Hearing Lan Zijun's determined tone, Huatian retorted.

Snatching the wine jar from Huatian's hand, Lan Zijun took a big gulp, and the melancholy in his heart could only be pinned on the wine.

After swallowing mouthfuls, Lan Zijun was so drunk that he fell to the ground.

Hua Tian took the wine jar from Lan Zijun's hand, smelled it, and threw it behind him.

I patted Lan Zijun's face, but there was no reaction at all. It was strange that there was a reaction after the full dose of the drug was taken.

Straightening Lan Zijun's body, Hua Tian rummaged through him.

Doubtful in his heart, Hua Tian suppressed his discomfort, taking advantage of Lan Zijun's abnormality today, he simply made him abnormal.

He took out a box from his sleeve, opened the flower field, and the bright treasures came into view.

Resisting the urge to steal the light box, Hua Tian poked his head in and searched for it.

A beautifully packaged booklet was pulled out from the depths, and the outer cloth bag was opened, and three familiar scarlet characters appeared... Book of Life and Death.

The book of life and death that he had been thinking so much about finally got it, and Hanada eagerly opened it to check it.

Sit down and calm down, Huatian carefully looked through it.

Sure enough, there is no name in the book, and the names of Jian Jian and Lan Zijun also do not appear, but the names of Wei Zhi and Zhongli are vividly written on the paper.

Hanada was even more puzzled, he was just a blacksmith, why there was no record of himself in the book of life and death.

After thinking about it, he is just a blacksmith, why let him be the King of Hades.

When Hua Gai came to him, he was thinking about how to refuse, but he didn't think deeply.

What happened to Jian Jian and Lan Zijun?

Huatian put down the book of life and death and continued to search for the box.

He dug out a pack of medicinal powder wrapped in yellow paper from the corner, pinching the medicinal bag, Huatian thought for a while, this seemed to be a test of Ming Mingde's Sanshen powder.

At that time, Lan Zijun gave half to Zhongli and kept half for himself.

At that time, Huatian wanted to test his immortal position, but was stopped by Lan Zijun.

Looking at Lan Zijun lying on the ground, Huatian realized that Lan Zijun had done so many suspicious things.

Opening the medicine package, Hanada swallowed it without hesitation.

A flame suddenly ignited between his foreheads, causing black shadows to appear in Huatian's eyes, and he was blind for a while.

It seemed that the nameless fire hadn't burned out, and it was getting bigger and bigger, rushing out from the forehead of the flower field, burning the sky.

Breaking free from the darkness, Hanada regained some consciousness.

Touching his forehead, he felt that there was a deep gap between the forehead, and scorching sparks continued to protrude from the gap.

After realizing it, Huatian felt a splitting headache, and his whole head was about to be burned by the fire.

Covering his head, Hanada knelt on the ground with a plop.

Compared with the pain of beheading, this kind of pain lasts longer. I don't know when it will end, and every moment is suffering.

"Flower Field!" A familiar voice sounded from above his head.

It seemed to be a natural reaction of the body, Hanada endured the severe pain, and raised his eyes to meet Kanetake's anxious eyes.

Kaneken supported the flower field lying on the ground, not knowing what to do.

Coming down from the snow mountain, Jian Jian felt that the atmosphere was not right, Lan Zijun was preoccupied, and Huatian was trying to cover up.

At the banquet, seeing the two leaving one after the other, Jianjian was worried, so he followed out.

Lan Zijun fell down, Huatian turned over the box, and Jianjian didn't show himself, just watched quietly from a distance.

When he saw that Hua Tian contained a packet of medicine powder, and then the fire suddenly appeared, and Hua Tian fell to the ground in pain, Jian Jian couldn't bear it anymore and rushed to Hua Tian's side.

His whole body stuck to Hanada's body, and Jianjian wanted to use spiritual power to relieve Hanada's pain.

However, no matter how Jianjian crossed the spirit, Hanada's pain did not decrease at all.

"Don't send any more, just stay with me like this." Hanada gritted her teeth, not letting herself make a sound, trying to keep calm, and said to Jianjian.

Jianjian grasped Hanada's hand tightly, the palm was already wet.

The evening wind blew down from the snow-capped mountains with a bitter chill, blowing out many candles.

It was late at night, and the noisy tents gradually quieted down, with occasional laughter.

Kaneken looked at Hanada for a moment, held him in his arms, and shielded him from the biting cold wind with his thin body.

The fire light between Huatian's forehead gradually weakened, and finally disappeared in the quiet night.

After calming down for a moment, Hanada shook his body.

Jian Jian quickly asked: "How is it?"

In a blur, Jianjian saw Huatian showing his white teeth, and said with a smile: "Your husband is not dead yet, don't be afraid."

Aim at Huatian's head, and slapped it hard, it's all like this, and he still has the intention to make a joke.

Huatian took Jianjian's hand, stroked it, and said softly: "Fortunately, I have you."

All the gas in his stomach dissipated, and Kaneken touched Hanada's forehead, heartbroken.