When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

"Brother Hua, Brother Hua." Emperor Huagai hurried towards Huatian in three steps at a time, calling him from a long distance away.

Hua Tian turned around when he heard the sound: "It's Hua Gai."

With erratic steps, Huatian joined Emperor Huagai, not paying any attention to Lan Zijun, who was already darkened beside him.

"Huagai, the position you found for me is quite good." Huatian put his arms around the tall and tall Huagai Dijun, trying to put his shoulders on his shoulders.

In order to cater to Huatian, Emperor Huagai bent his knees and spread his legs apart to make the whole picture appear harmonious: "Brother Hua, I am looking for you because you are suitable for this position."

"Haha, I love to hear what you say." Hua Tian let go of Hua Gai Dijun, since both of them are uncomfortable, don't make it difficult for each other, "Tomorrow the hell will open for a treat, remember to come."

Even if he didn't meet Emperor Huagai by chance, Huatian would come to invite him in person, and Emperor Huagai could be regarded as his benefactor.

Emperor Huagai nodded, made a bow and left in a hurry.

Hey, judging by the way he came, he seemed to be chatting with Hua Tian for three days and three nights, why did he leave so inexplicably.

"Why are you in such a panic?" Hua Tian muttered while looking at the back of Emperor Huagai.

Lan Zijun turned a deaf ear to Huatian's words, covered his stomach, and said: "I have a stomachache, you go to Nantianmen and wait for me first." After speaking, he turned his head and left, because he didn't want to pay more attention to Huatian.

"There must be something." Hua Tian rubbed his chin, thinking thoughtfully, he is not a fool, he could clearly see the eye contact between Emperor Huagai and Lan Zijun just now.

Consciously following up with Lan Zijun, Hua Tian followed him round and round to the first hall, looked up, and there were three golden characters "Doushi Palace" written on the plaque.

This hall is the residence of Emperor Gai of Lihentian Zhonghua.

There is a boy guarding the door outside, and the flower field cannot enter, so they lie on the wall and eavesdrop.

The Tiangong is very safe, all the powers of the Three Realms have boundless mana, so there is no need to guard and patrol, most of the troops are distributed in the Nantian Gate, which makes Huatian's wiretapping behavior reasonable, and Emperor Huagai would never think of it. The residence will be monitored, and he is very relieved, so he only sent two small children to greet the guests outside the door.

"Zijun, take these first."

"..."

"Take it regularly..."

"..."

Hua Tian strained his ears to listen, but could only vaguely hear a few words, and fell into a swamp of confusion: What did Emperor Huagai give to Lan Zijun?

With this kind of doubt, Huatian returned to Nantianmen, sat on the black crow and thought: How could Emperor Huagai know the judge of the underworld so well? Temper, how did you get on with Hua Gai, and the two seem to have some ulterior secrets, they don't want the third person to know...

After a short while, Lan Zijun returned to Nantianmen, Huatian approached him with a smile, and asked flatteringly, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

"It's none of your business." Lan Zijun returned to Huatian angrily, as if there was a little more anger in his tone.

Well, Hua Tian originally wanted to get something out of Lan Zijun's mouth, but now hearing this tone, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to take a breath.

Huatian also offended Lan Zijun for some reason, aside from his personality, he felt Lan Zijun's hostility from the moment they met, and he still smiled at everyone else, but he was only uncertain about Huatian. Like to answer a few words indifferently, the cloudy time is like the black sky before the storm, the air pressure is low, and the stuffy people can't breathe, and they don't know where to vent.

The two returned to the underworld silently all the way.

……

After Huatian came back, he held a banquet for three days and three nights. Just as Mr. Lanzi thought, the entire Tiangong was basically invited.

After searching around, Huatian finally saw a Huagai shop in a corner where a man was drinking, he smiled triumphantly, and planned to implement the strategy he had thought up a few days ago.

"Go and replace the spirits I brought back yesterday into ordinary jars." Huatian told a servant, as long as the wine gets in the way, if you don't believe it, you can't get it out of Huagai's stomach. In order not to suffocate the curiosity in your heart, Huatian is also worried. After a while.

The little ghost servant was also clever, and immediately understood Hanada's routine, filled two big jars and gave it to Hanada.

Hua Tian pulled Emperor Hua Gai to his side, pushed a can of spirits in front of him, and said boldly: "Hua Gai, we will not return today if we are not drunk."

Emperor Huagai looked at the big drink and frowned: "I don't drink well, Brother Hua, take care of me."

What he wants is that you can't drink enough, Huatian secretly liked it, but he still said politely: "Drinking is just for fun, it doesn't matter if you can drink well or not."

Hua Tian uncorked the wine, directly raised the wine jar and drank boldly, while Emperor Huagai found a small wine bowl and drank it one bite at a time, drinking very seriously, as if drinking had become a matter for him to deal with.

Three rounds of wine.

"Hua Gai, don't shake it, it hurts my eyes." Hua Tian grabbed Emperor Hua Gai's shoulder, trying to stop him from shaking, but he couldn't catch his shoulder, and tried several times.

"Brother Hua, I didn't shake it, you must be drunk." Emperor Huagai stretched out a finger and asked, "How many fingers are these?"

"Ten." Huatian said without hesitation, holding Emperor Hua Gai's hand when he was done, and said, "Hey, Hua Gai, you are not a mortal, you actually have ten fingers on one hand."

Emperor Huagai shook his head helplessly, and called the ghost servant beside him: "Bring your lords back to the bedroom."

The ghost servant is in a dilemma: "Dijun, Mr. Lan said that Mr. Hua is not allowed to enter the room drunk."

"Huh?" There was a trace of expression on Hua Gai Dijun's indifferent face all the year round, "Zijun always likes to be clean, but I didn't expect it to be so clean now, even taking care of other people's bedrooms."

The ghost slave was in a cold sweat, and he almost said it. Lan Zijun had warned them that anyone who wanted to tell the story would have to go to reincarnation on their own, and quickly followed Huagai Emperor's train of thought: "Yes , Lan Da people love cleanliness so much."

"Then what about Brother Hua." Emperor Huagai looked at the flower field who was playing with his fingers, and was helpless.

"I don't need to bother the emperor, Mr. Lan has already ordered it." The ghost servant set up the flower field and walked out of the Huagai emperor's sight.

Emperor Huagai was dubious, Lan Zijun was a thoughtful person, but he and Huatian didn't seem to be so kind to him after he was drunk... Forget it, anyway, it's in the underworld, so what a big deal it can be.

After going round and round to the livestock shed, the ghost servant put the flower field on the hay: "My lord, this is what Master Lan ordered. Don't blame me."

In the dream, Huatian groaned, turned over and fell asleep, and the ghost servant thought he understood, and went back to drink.

Poor Lord Hades, you are going to sleep in the grass shed tonight.

If he was more serious at ordinary times, the ghost servants would not dare to treat him casually like this. It is only because he is used to a playful smile and cannot establish his majesty. Most of the ghost servants in the underworld still obey the orders of Lan Zijun.But Huatian didn't care, he felt a lot easier with Lan Zijun in charge of the affairs of the underworld.

……

"Stupid donkey, come out for me, I promise I won't beat you to death." Touching the scene, Huatian talked nonsense in the shed, dreaming of the scene before his death, using both hands and feet, planning to fight the donkey to the death In the struggle, one forcefully hit a wooden stake beside him, and the painful Huatian sat up in a jerk.

"It turned out to be a dream." With sleepy eyes blurred, Hanada looked around.Huh?Am I not drinking?How did you come to the grass shed?

"Tell me, who did it."

"Lord Lan, I'm fine."

"I asked, who did it, and you told me it's okay, it's really wrong."

"Hehe, donkey lips don't have lips, but horse mouths are drinking."

"You really make me speechless."

"..."

Hanada, who was still in a daze, heard this conversation and immediately woke up. One of the speakers was Lan Zijun, and the voice of the other was also very familiar, but Huatian's current muddled mind couldn't remember it.

Doing the old thing again, Huatian quietly approached a haystack, eavesdropping again.

This time without Takagaki's obstruction, Hanada looked carefully: "Life is impermanent?"

Isn't this the impermanent life that carried him to the underworld that day?Although every impermanence put on makeup to cover his face, Huatian recognized him at a glance. The wide black robe was incompatible with his thin figure, and the belt that was too big couldn't tie the waist tightly. The belly is propped up, the most conspicuous is the pair of smiling peach blossom eyes, no matter how heavy the makeup is, it can't hide the brilliance in them, Hanada will not admit it wrong.

What are they doing?

Lan Zijun grabbed Huo Wuchang's wrist, drops of blood flowed from between his fingers, and the source of the blood was hidden in the wide sleeve.

Having a bad impression of Lan Zijun, Hua Tian thought that he was hurting impermanence, jumped out from behind the haystack furiously, and defended: "You, let go."

He can't understand officials who use power to oppress people and do whatever they want. Whether it's in the world or in the underworld, he just wants to take care of it. What's more, he is the boss of the underworld now, and he has the final say.

The two looked at Huatian in a daze.

Seeing that neither of them spoke, Huatian made a further move, pointing to Lan Zijun's nose and asking, "How can you abuse lynching."

"Which eye of yours saw me abusing lynching?" Lan Zijun moved Huatian's finger away and said calmly.

Huatian didn't believe it, and looked at Wuchang with a righteous face: "Wanchang, speak out his crimes boldly, you don't have to be afraid if I am here."

"My lord, Master Lan didn't torture me." Hu Wuchang didn't dare to look directly at Huatian, and knelt down.

"Then your hand." Huatian squatted down, grabbed Huo Wuchang's bleeding hand to check, the blood had solidified into a pulp, and it was bloody.

Because of excessive bleeding, Huo Wuchang was already sweating on his forehead, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and his speech became intermittent, so he reluctantly replied to Huatian: "This, I knocked it accidentally."

Accidentally knocked, Hua Tian really didn't believe it, the knife mark was clearly placed here, Huo impermanence is just talking nonsense, there must be something wrong.

I wanted to continue asking, but Huo Wuchang couldn't hold it anymore, his eyes went dark, and he fell straight to the ground, Huatian quickly stretched his legs to cover Huo Wuchang's body to prevent him from landing on the ground.

"If you don't know the situation, don't make wild guesses. Let's go." Lan Zijun pushed Huatian aside, hugged Huowuchang horizontally, and walked out of the livestock shed.

Huatian is like an abandoned child, very aggrieved to follow behind Lan Zijun.