In molten purgatory.
A huge fiery red bird was sleeping soundly. Its deafening snoring made the evil spirits being tortured in this hell not only have to endure the pain of their souls being burned by molten lava, but also have to experience the torture of having their ears pierced by awls.
The ghost officials in charge of this hell also have a headache.
Rumble.
Two more streams of terrifying magma shot up into the sky, spewing out from the nostrils of the sleeping big bird.
The evil spirits wailed as their flesh and bones were melted by the magma.
The ghost officials all gave way.
Suddenly, a figure appeared out of nowhere in the molten hell. The ghost officials took a breath and were about to salute.
Qing Wu waved her hand and walked to the snoring big bird's head. She pinched her nose because the smell of alcohol was so suffocating.
"Wake up, get up and work."
"Yanlan..."
The big bird snored non-stop, and magma spurted out of its nostrils and rushed into the sky like rain. When it was about to fall on Qingwu, it was brushed away by an invisible force.
Qing Wu became impatient, so she moved her wrist, clenched her fist, and raised her arm.
Whoosh——
The wind from her fist caused a whistling sound, and she punched the bird's head hard.
The lava fountain stopped suddenly, and the bird brain of the three-legged golden crow was almost beaten into a dog brain, with its eyeballs and tongue bulging out.
The three-legged golden crow locked onto Qing Wu with terrifying murderous intent, and was about to spit out sun flames. However, after seeing Qing Wu clearly, it blew out a puff of smoke from its open beak, and then closed it.
Qing Wu brushed away the smoke that was choking the ghosts, frowned and asked: "Are you awake? If not, I will punch you again."
"Wake up." Yan Lan transformed into a human form.
Seeing how lifeless he looked, Qing Wu didn't say anything to comfort him. As a ghost, he couldn't speak human language, and if he did, it would only hurt her heart.
"The old man is dead, and I am now the Ghost King. You are his mount, so logically, you should also be my mount."
Qing Wu said expressionlessly: "You are drunk now, it's time to get up and work."
Yan Lan glared at him: "I'm your uncle, and you actually want me to be your mount?"
Qing Wu glanced sideways: "The old man is still your father, he can still ride on your butt and fly everywhere."
"How can it be the same?"
"Well." Qing Wu frowned and said in embarrassment: "Anyway, our generations are different. How about I give in and raise myself two generations? You can call me grandma, and I will still call you uncle. In this way, it will be less embarrassing for you to be my mount, right?"
Yan Lan remained silent.
Qing Wu's eyes were sincere.
A ghost and a bird looked at each other.
"If I call you grandma, then that old thing Fan You will have to call you mom, right? You are really filial."
Qing Wu smiled, "It doesn't matter. He's dead anyway, so he can't jump out and hit me."
After she finished speaking, she thought quietly in her heart: If I could really piss off the old guy so much that he would come and beat me up, then I would be quite happy.
Yan Lan: “…”
Thinking about it, he had to face this unfilial ghost alone in the future, and felt quite helpless.
However, thanks to Qing Wu's "unfilial piety", the sadness in his heart quickly receded. From the beginning, he was unwilling to accept the news of Fan You's death, and drank to numb himself, and now...
Finally, we have to face reality.
"How long have I been drunk?" Yan Lan glanced at the cowering ghost officials around him, scratched the back of his head in annoyance, and muttered, "Why did I come to this shabby place? No wonder I kept hearing noises in my ears after I fell asleep."
After he finished speaking, he strode out. Seeing that Qing Wu was still slow, he couldn't wait any longer.
"Why are you walking so slowly? Aren't you going to avenge the old man?"
Hearing this, some ghosts started laughing.
Yan Lan looked in the direction of the voice and raised his eyebrows: "Xiao Liuzi? When did you come?"
King Biancheng waved his hand and smiled, revealing his fangs: "Lord Yanlan woke up really early."
"It's early, you're telling jokes about hell as soon as you wake up." Qing Wu said jokingly, "When you wake up and avenge the old man, Wu Zhen might even find his first love."
Yan Lan's expression was stiff.
Qing Wu looked at the stupid turkey feather standing upright on his head, and reached out her hand without any anger to pull it out directly, "Wu Zhen is dead."
Under normal circumstances, even if Qing Wu dared to pluck the feathers on his head, Yan Lan would have to fight her twice.
But this time he was stunned.
He thought he was just drunk for a short time, but what did he miss?
Wu Zhen... is dead?
King Biancheng came over and told him the whole story.
Yan Lan’s silence was deafening and his eyes became redder and redder.
King Biancheng moved away from him, moved to Qingwu's side, and whispered, "It seems that he regrets so much that he wants to commit suicide."
"That's not possible." Qing Wu said indifferently, "You were so drunk that you missed such an important matter as revenge for the old man. You have to at least fight for 100,000 years in the underworld to atone for your sins before you can commit suicide."
Yan Lan's voice was hoarse, his eyes were red: "Hey, it's a deal, I'll fight."
King Biancheng was silent for a moment when he saw Uncle Jinwu, who was no longer rebellious. He looked at Qingwu with a bit of blame in his eyes.
Sister, Uncle Jinwu’s heart is pierced like a sieve.
Qing Wu didn't care at all. Words of comfort were useless. All she had to do was fight poison with poison.
"The Wu Clan is sealed in Fengju Yumen, but they are not dead. Anyway, it will take at most 60 years, or at most... who knows how long it will take. Sooner or later, the Wu Clan will make a comeback."
Qing Wu said lazily, "Are you afraid that you won't have a chance to kill someone to your heart's content?"
Fire reappeared in Yan Lan's eyes, and his golden hair was even on fire: "I will kill all those scums of the Wu Clan!"
"That's right! Let's go, let's go to the human world to work with you!"
His Majesty Shasha raised his arm.
Yan Lan snorted, and was about to transform into the Golden Crow and let his niece ride on his head, when several ghosts chased after him.
"Your Majesty, wait a minute!"
"Your Majesty, wait a moment!"
The ones chasing after him were a few ghost generals and a Cao. Qing Wu had a keen sense of something was wrong and said before the other party could speak:
"You don't get any money."
Ghost General & Cao: "..."
They belonged to several ghost emperors and the King of Hell respectively. Faced with Qing Wu's refusal to pay her debt, they respectfully presented their debt certificates.
There was a seal of soul contract on the debt book, and the aura clearly belonged to Yan Lan.
"Lord Yan Lan stole the Millennium Wine from my Central City..."
"He also drank up all the Yin Deye fruit wine in Nanfang City..."
"The Wangchuan Drink brewed by King Chujiang himself is gone..."
"Alas, Lord Yan Lan also went to Tai Ai and stole the Seven Emotions Wine. As a result, Meng Po Soup has been in short supply these days, and it is almost necessary to mix it with water to make it drinkable..."
Qing Wu's face turned pale and she looked at Yan Lan.
"What are you looking at?" Yan Lan regained his rebelliousness and said, "I, your uncle, am ready to be your mount. What's wrong with you paying for my drinks?"
"Do you think that old man Fan You rode on my butt without paying me?"
"Oh, naive."
After Yan Lan finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves arrogantly, left the debt certificate behind, and blew away all the little ghosts who came to collect the debt. He roared with all his might, and his voice spread throughout the underworld.
"From now on, all my drinking debts will be on Shasha's head!"
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