Chapter 292 The Salted Fish Little Celestial Master Gets His Bride Stolen by the Yandere Ghost King (19)
I'll hit you on the head!
It's not time yet, okay? Besides, even if it were time, how could he possibly let Shen Zhuo go with the peace of mind of someone as dangerous as you?
"No, you should just stay in the underworld."
Yan Jun had barely uttered a few words when Shen Zhuo pointed his spear at his brow, terrifying him so much that he dared not even breathe, fearing that he might accidentally anger Shen Zhuo and be stabbed to death.
Judging from his current situation, Shen Zhuo's strength is getting stronger and stronger. If he were to fight head-on, he might not be able to defeat Shen Zhuo.
Chen Zhuo's voice was icy, his tone leaving no room for argument: "I'm informing you, not asking for your opinion, understand?"
He was just in a good mood and wanted to give Yan Jun some face, but if Yan Jun didn't know what was good for him... he wouldn't mind killing him and replacing Yan Jun in the underworld.
After all, Yan Jun is no longer a match for him.
It can be said that the most powerful person in the underworld right now is Shen Zhuo. If he wanted to, he could easily kill the current Yan Jun and take over the throne himself.
But he didn't do that.
The underworld is dark and awful, and his beloved wife certainly wouldn't like it, so he wants to live in the human world and stay with her.
"My little ancestor, it's not time yet. Can you wait another half hour?" Yan Jun asked Shen Zhuo in a conciliatory tone, afraid that Shen Zhuo would not be willing to wait and would try to force open the gate of hell.
Shen Zhuo frowned and sheathed his spear.
Okay, I'll wait half an hour.
Yan Jun breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had put away his weapon.
Shen Zhuo ran to the bronze mirror and looked at himself. He frowned as he looked at his reflection. "Lord Yan, do you think it's appropriate for me to go to see my wife looking like this?"
He always felt that this wasn't impressive enough.
Yan Jun was speechless for two seconds, then smiled obsequiously and said, "It suits you perfectly. Of course it suits you perfectly. Even if you were dressed as a beggar, you would still look better than others."
He was telling the truth.
Putting everything else aside, just look at Shen Zhuo's face. All the male and female ghosts in the underworld like him. If he didn't dislike any of them, he would have already had a beauty in his arms.
He was rather curious about what kind of "wife" could make Shen Zhuo's ancestor's soul wander to the mortal world.
"Don't flatter me, or my wife will think I look too young."
The appearance of ghosts in the underworld is frozen at the age they were when they died. Their appearance will not change after death; children will not grow up, and the elderly will not grow older.
Therefore, Shen Zhuo's appearance was frozen at the age of seventeen.
She does look a bit young; when she's not being fierce, she looks so tender you could squeeze water out of her.
But when he's fierce, he's truly fierce.
There are very few people in the underworld who aren't afraid of him even after hearing his name.
After all, someone almost wiped out the underworld back then.
"Not at all, don't worry, he'll definitely like you," Yan Jun continued to flatter.
"That's right, my wife loves me no matter what I look like, that's what she said herself."
Yan Jun: "..."
Speechless. You keep calling her "wife." We're married, so why do you keep calling her "wife"?
Shen Zhuo had obviously thought of this as well.
"How about I just wear my wedding dress? Yan Jun, I remember you prepared a wedding dress for me before."
Yan Jun nodded. "You want to put it on now?"
"Of course, I'm going to get married, so I naturally need to dress more formally."
Since we're going to get married sooner or later anyway, we might as well get married sooner rather than later, to avoid any unforeseen problems.
Yan Jun was speechless.
"But I didn't prepare a wedding dress for your wife..."
Shen Zhuo frowned, as if waiting for a fly to be trapped. "Then why didn't you prepare in the first place?"
Yan Jun: Look at him, is he even speaking human language?
At the time, he didn't even know what his wife looked like, let alone prepare a wedding dress for her.
"You didn't tell me your wife's size, but I do have a red veil. Do you want it?"
Of course he wants it.
He not only wanted a red veil, but also a wedding sedan chair and betrothal gifts.
He had already prepared the betrothal gifts, and as for the wedding sedan chair...
He turned his gaze to Yan Jun and said, "I want a bridal sedan chair, some people to help me carry it, betrothal gifts, and a ghost who can play 'joyful music'."
Yan Jun: You have so many demands, and at this particular time of year.
"You know that the gates of hell are open during the Ghost Festival, and the underworld is short-handed right now. Where would you find ghosts to do this and that for you?"
"That's easy. Just spread the word that I'm going to the human world to get married. I'm sure not many ghosts will want to go back to the human world."
Yan Jun's eyes lit up immediately.
With this little rascal's infamous reputation, who would dare to mess with him?
"Sure, I'll definitely make it grand for you, but you can't cause havoc on the world, or I'll stop you even if it costs me my life."
"Don't worry, all I want is my wife."
Yan Jun felt that he couldn't relax at all, and Shen Zhuo's behavior made him even more anxious.
Half an hour later, Chen Zhuo, now dressed in a different outfit, looked at himself in the mirror and was extremely satisfied.
His bridal sedan chair and wedding procession were already prepared.
After the gates of hell opened, Shen Zhuo boarded the bridal sedan chair. The sound of suona horns rang out, and a long wedding procession, directed by Shen Zhuo, arrived in the human world.
And at this very moment, by sheer coincidence, the Ghost Gate opened right in the territory of a deserted village.
Shen Zhuo still remembered that the deserted village was nearly two hours' drive from City A, which was slow enough, not to mention that his wedding procession had to walk.
Shen Zhuo cast a spell that allowed him to travel a thousand meters in a single step. To outsiders, it appeared as if a wedding procession had suddenly appeared and then vanished.
The sound of the suona horn echoed from the deserted village all the way to the city bureau. Residents near the roadside, hearing the suona horn and the red lanterns hanging on both sides of the bridal sedan chair, were so frightened that they shrank into their blankets.
On the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month, the gates of hell open. What important figure has come down from below this year?
Who's so unlucky to get married on Ghost Festival?!
Meanwhile, the unlucky Yu Sheng was unaware that her good husband had secretly gotten her pregnant.
Knowing that it would be the Ghost Festival (July 15th of the lunar calendar) after midnight, Yu Sheng deliberately stayed awake, unlike Jiang Wenshen next door.
Previously, Jiang Wenshen was a master of staying up late, but on Ghost Festival, he dared not stay up late, especially after learning that there was already a ghost in his house. So he went to bed early.
On the Ghost Festival (July 15th of the lunar calendar), most people in City A do this: they dare to dress up as ghosts and scare people on Halloween, but they dare not dress up as ghosts on the Ghost Festival.
What if, while you're having a great time, a real person sneaks in?
Yu Sheng touched her earring, already missing Chen Zhuo in her heart.
Even though Shen Zhuo, who had been hugging and kissing him passionately not long ago, had suddenly disappeared, he checked the time and realized it was already past midnight.
I imagine he'll soon be able to meet his full-length husband.
However, when Yu Sheng learned that the full version of Shen Zhuo was coming to pick him up with a wedding procession, he was filled with regret.
He shouldn't have had too high expectations of Shen Zhuo.
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