When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

In the heat, there was a discordant knock on the door, Zhongli slapped the door frame, and shouted loudly from outside: "Jianjian, is Master Hua still awake?"

"Hmm..." Jian Jian had no way to answer, so he hummed.

"Leave him alone." There was some anger in Huatian's tone.

Seeing that no one responded, Zhongli knocked louder and shouted: "Xiao Jianjian, you've been here for three days, come out and have something to eat."

Zhong Li's words made Hua Tian withdraw from the lingering kiss: "You stayed with me for three days!"

Only then did Hanada realize that Kaneken's body was really numb to the point where he couldn't move.

"That's right, I'm exhausted from hunger." Jian fell limply into Huatian's arms.

"Deng Deng" the disharmonious knock on the door rang again.

Huatian ran away, and opened the door with a "bang", Zhong Li's unrelenting fist almost hit Huatian in the face.

"I'm awake, don't knock anymore." Huatian said to Zhongli angrily.

"My lord, are you alright?" Zhong Li took a closer look at Huatian's condition. Three days ago, he was going to smash Tiangong with his sword!

"There is still a problem." Hanada frowned.

"What's the problem?" Zhongli became nervous, seeing that Huatian was out of control, Zhongli was always concerned about Huatian's state.

Huatian rubbed his stomach and said, "I'm hungry, so hurry up and bring me some food."

"Okay." Seeing that Huatian was completely fine, Zhong Li cheered up, even if he was serving others, he became extraordinarily diligent.

Naiheqiao

"What kind of soup is this?" Wei Zhi asked, holding a bowl of soup and looking down at the old woman in front of him.

"Whatever soup you care about, you can drink it if you are told." It was the first time someone went to the Naihe Bridge and asked Po Meng what kind of soup it was.

Meng Po and Wei Zhi couldn't explain clearly either, thinking: Why is this soul so awkward!

"If you don't make it clear, I won't drink it." Wei Zhi said resolutely, and threw the bowl on the table.

Granny Meng stared angrily, pointed at Wei Zhi's nose and asked, "Do you want to drink?"

Wei Zhi turned his head and simply ignored Granny Meng.

Granny Meng's violent temper came up, and she called two ghost servants, intending to control Wei Zhi and pour him down directly.

There is no soul that Meng Po can't cure.

Wei Zhi struggled to resist, and raised his fist to hit the ghost servant, but his hand passed straight through the ghost servant's body. After punching and kicking, it was useless to the ghost servant. Instead, Wei Zhi lost his strength and was framed by the ghost servant. In front of Po Meng.

Granny Meng stood on tiptoe, pinched Wei Zhi's chin, and planned to force him down.

Wei Zhi was forced to open his mouth.

"Boy, accept your fate." Granny Meng picked up the soup on the table and stuffed it into Wei Zhi's mouth.

"Ah...um." Wei Zhi yelled, still wanting to resist.

However, no matter how much he resisted, his body could no longer move, allowing Po Meng to pour the soup.

"Stop!" Zhong Li arrived in time, shouted loudly, and stopped Po Meng.

Po Meng was struck by Zhong Li, her hand shook, the bowl fell to the ground, and the soup spilled all over the floor.

When Wei Zhi saw Zhongli, he almost cried, and shouted aggrievedly: "Master..."

"Master?" Granny Meng looked at Wei Zhi, then at Zhongli.

And this relationship, since when did the underworld have a back door?

"Grandma, this is the apprentice I took in in the mortal world, you see, can you let him go." Zhong Li said to Granny Meng with a playful smile.

Po Meng said with a cold face, "I'm just like you, with a stubborn temper."

Dissatisfied with her mouth, she didn't stop moving her hands. Granny Meng waved her hand, and the two ghost servants restraining Wei Zhi disappeared out of thin air.

"Thank you, Granny." Zhongli made a bow, pushed Wei Zhi to Granny Meng and said, "Thank you Granny Meng."

Wei Zhi was taken aback by the sudden change, Po Meng!Could it be Meng Po who made Meng Po soup in the underworld? Wasn't that bowl just now...

Wei Zhi bowed to Granny Meng in awe, nodded and said, "Thank you, Granny."

"Boy, you're sensible." Granny Meng patted Wei Zhi's shoulder, and said in surprise, "It's a good material for martial arts, and it's on par with Zhongli."

Wei Zhi blushed from the sudden praise, and said modestly: "How can I compare with Master."

"I don't think you are worse than him, it's only a matter of time before you surpass him." Granny Meng praised generously.

"Mother-in-law, you praised me a lot when I came here, how come you have changed so fast now." Zhong Li grumbled complainingly.

"Unfortunately, these hundred years have passed..." Granny Meng left a sentence, waved her hands and turned to leave.

Time flies, and a hundred years is just a blink of an eye, and what Po Meng said seemed to be heard only yesterday.

"Master." Seeing Zhongli staring blankly at Granny Meng's leaving figure, Wei Zhi shook his hand in front of him.

Zhong Li glanced at Wei Zhi beside him, feeling as if he was suddenly brought back to reality by time. When did he also have a disciple, and he lived in the underworld for a hundred years...

"Master, am I dead?" Seeing Zhongli come back to his senses, Wei Zhi asked a little sadly.

"Yes, you are dead." Zhong Li patted Wei Zhi's shoulder and comforted him, "Be a good ghost."

"Can I visit the mortal world again?" Wei Zhi begged.

"No, the dead cannot be turned against the sun within three months of entering the underworld to work as a ghost." Zhongli continued, "This is the principle of being a ghost. Once a ghost turns against the sun and sees his relatives in the underworld, he will feel sad for his death. If you look like a ghost, the soul will lose the motivation to be a ghost, and it will be devastated."

"Besides, you'd better never spy on your loved ones in the mortal world. It's enough to see you once on the reincarnation road. You may not know who is who in the next life." Zhong Li comforted Wei Zhi simply and rudely.

After being a judge for a long time, these things have long been overlooked, even if they can't be overlooked, they have to be overlooked, so as to save themselves some guilt.

Wei Zhi nodded half-understanding, and asked again: "Then do I want to stay in the underworld to do ghost work?"

"No, you stay by my side, be my apprentice, and I will pass on my lifelong knowledge to you." Zhong Li felt very guilty about Wei Zhi's death, and he was leaving in a few years, so someone should replace him up.

After hearing this, Wei Zhi was both happy and nervous, with a serious expression on his face, knelt down in front of Zhongli, kowtowed three times, and said, "Master, please accept three respects from my apprentice."

After receiving Wei Zhi's three worships, Zhongli helped him up and said: "You have to remember, the purpose of teaching you kung fu is to protect the underworld, everything must be in the underworld."

"The apprentice knows." Wei Zhi finally became Zhongli's apprentice, and he also had a hope in his heart and a responsibility.

In the evening, Huatian cooked a table of dishes himself, Zhongli served wine, and the others sat around, drinking and chatting, feeling very comfortable.

"Brother Zijun, tell me what happened to Mingde?" The case was solved, and Huatian still had many questions.

While asking Lan Zijun, Huatian put a piece of meat into Jianjian's bowl

Zhongli put the bowl in front of Huatian, waiting eagerly for Huatian to pick up the meat for him, Huatian looked at Zhongli inexplicably.