I am not a rare guest to you.
"Stop it." The King of Hell simply shut her up. "Your nonsense is really giving me a headache. You two...bah, one ghost and one person, follow me to the King of Hell Temple. Consider it a good deed for me."
As soon as these words were spoken, Cong Mo understood that the King of Hell had allowed her to bring Leng Can back to the human world.
Cong Mo pulled Leng Can, who was still crying, and followed him.
"Hmm..." She was speechless and ordered Leng Can and the King of Hell to express their gratitude.
Leng Can sniffed and said aggrievedly, "Thank you... Lord Yama."
"Ha... you should thank me." The King of Hell rolled his eyes, turning his back to him. "You crybaby... soul."
Over the years, he has seen tens of thousands of dead people, if not countless. This is the first time he has seen a man who loves to cry so much, and he even hides behind a woman and cries.
No future.
Unconsciously, he quickened his pace.
They soon arrived at the Yama Temple. Looking up, they saw a tall, ink-black square door, which made Cong Mo and Leng Can feel like two ants. The Yama King put his hands together and cast a spell. The square door trembled and then opened, and the warmer temperature than outside infected them.
Entering the Yama Temple was like entering another world, a completely different style from the outside world. Fresh and bright light enveloped them, as if they had returned to a bustling market in the human world.
Leng Can leaned against Cong Mo, looking around in surprise. "The King of Hell in the storybook was fierce and old, and lived in a dark palace. Now that I see him, it's all fake. He's completely different from the real King of Hell. Not only is he tall and handsome, but he also lives in such a warm place."
"...Mmm..." Cong Mo patted his hands, signaling him to be quiet.
"What are you mumbling about back there?" Yama glided to the main seat, crossed his legs, and looked at the two people sitting below. He winked at his subordinates sitting next to the main seat, "Give me the Book of Life and Death."
"Yes." The subordinate put his hands together and chanted some spell. When he separated them, an ancient book appeared in his palms. He took the ancient book respectfully and placed it in the hands of the King of Hell.
The King of Hell shook the book in one hand while he reached down with the other to pull out the brush from his waist. He held the brush between his fingers and played with it. "This can be considered a violation of the rules. You owe me a favor."
Cong Mo took a step forward and pointed at his mouth, "...Mmm..."
"Heh... I forgot." The King of Hell chuckled and raised his hand to break the curse for her.
"Well... Thank you, Lord Yama..." Cong Mo nodded slightly, "If anything happens to me in the human world in the future, I will definitely repay you for this favor."
"You'd better keep your word."
The brush emitted a bright light, and the Book of Life and Death began to turn the pages automatically, then stopped. Among several names, Leng Can's name was found. The King of Hell held the brush and scribbled over his name on the Book of Life and Death, erasing his name.
"It worked, but his father is dead. I can't help him rebuild a complete body." The King of Hell threw the Book of Life and Death back to his subordinate. "The Book of Life and Death has erased his name, and at most, I can only preserve his soul."
"Reshape the puppet." Cong Mo raised his head and looked at him intently. "Inject spiritual power to merge Xiaocan's soul into a lifeless body."
"This..." Yama rubbed his chin, as if pondering whether this method was feasible. "It should be feasible, but it's not only risky, but also requires several times more spiritual power than an ordinary person can store. Where are you going to find so many people to supply him with spiritual power?"
"I can do it alone."
"Huh? Then you're really amazing."
"Thanks for the compliment."
King Yama: “…”
Preserving the soul itself is an extraordinary matter, and there is no need for him to get involved in other things. When they reach the human world, all the decisions should be made by themselves.
"Forget it. I cannot get involved in the affairs of the human world. I have deleted your name and you should leave quickly."
"Lord Yama." Leng Can poked his head out from behind Cong Mo and called his name timidly.
"What's the matter?" The King of Hell really looked down upon him for being so cowardly. What was the big deal for a grown man to always hide behind a woman?
"The snacks and food in the human world are delicious." Leng Can blinked, staring at him with bright eyes. "Well... do you want to try some? Or some other fun things? There are plenty of them in the human world too."
"You want to bribe me with food from the human world." The King of Hell looked at his sneaky appearance, helpless and soft-hearted. No wonder Cong Mo said that this guy couldn't leave her.
He didn't take it too seriously, and casually conjured up a book and threw it to him. "Use your inner strength to open a passage and deliver food. You can also communicate with me through words."
"I'd rather...eat roast goose."
Leng Can: "..."
He is actually a greedy King of Hell.
He held the book and nodded seriously.
The Black and White Impermanence personally escorted the two out of the underworld. Cong Mo held Leng Can down and leaned over to apologize to them, "I was in a hurry just now and bumped into you two."
"It's okay, it's okay..." The Black and White Impermanence waved their hands generously, "Thanks to you, the King of Hell gave us a raise in today's wages."
"Thank you." Leng Can walked over with a smile and shook hands with the two of them. "I scolded you today."
"Not really." Hei Wuchang gently touched his head. "There are so many people who scold us, and you scold us very nicely."
"real?"
"Not entirely." Bai Wuchang leaned on Hei Wuchang's shoulder, "But what you said wasn't the worst. Go back quickly and don't come here again."
"No." Cong Mo held Leng Can's hand, "I will protect him."
After leaving the underworld, there were countless galaxies. Cong Mo stopped and looked at Leng Can, "Lower your head."
Although Leng Can didn't know what she meant, he still obeyed and lowered his head slightly, "What's wrong?"
"Close your eyes."
"Huh? What are you doing with your eyes closed?"
"Just close it."
"Oh." Leng Can closed his eyes.
Cong Mo took a deep breath, clenched his fists, stood on tiptoe, raised his hands to hold his shoulders, moved close to him, and gently touched his lips with his lips.
Leng Can immediately opened his eyes and looked at her in shock.
Cong Moqi hugged his waist, buried her head in his chest, and said in a muffled voice, "I should have kissed you earlier."
"Kiss, kiss me?" Leng Can was in a daze, his whole body as dumb as a shrimp, not daring to move.
This trip was worth it, but I got a kiss in return.
"Why did you let them go so easily this time?"
In the Yama Temple, the subordinate asked.
"This is the result of my careful consideration." The King of Hell felt a headache when he thought of Cong Mo's eagerness to overturn the Yama Temple. He didn't want to die of anger so early or live in a shabby place forever. "There are so many ghost soldiers in the underworld, and they may not be able to defeat her alone. Can I watch the underworld be destroyed by her? Even if I have infinite power, the heaven and earth have their own rules. The power of the gods is superior to that of mortals. Therefore, it is clearly stipulated that mortals should decide their own affairs. Unless it is absolutely necessary, you must not participate. And you must not allow the power of the gods to harm the lives of mortals, otherwise you will be punished by heaven."
"The pain of thunder is the most severe." The King of Hell was annoyed when he thought about it. "I am very afraid of it!"
"Can…"
"It's against the law to let a ghost return to the human world!"
A voice suddenly interrupted,
The King of Hell shuddered with fear, "Which immortal comes uninvited?"
"Of course it's this Immortal Lord." A beautiful figure walked in from outside the door, with a light and joyful posture.
"Si Ming?" The corner of Yama's mouth twitched, and he angrily threw the cup at her feet. "This is inexplicable. I have no grudge against you. What are you doing in my Yama Temple?"
"Of course I have something important to ask of you." Siming Xianjun was not shy. He transformed into a chair and sat down opposite the King of Hell, three steps away. "I am not a rare guest to you."
"You're so welcome." The King of Hell thought of what happened during his love tribulation and felt even more uncomfortable looking at her. Goose bumps appeared all over his body and he wanted to leave right away. He said impatiently, "What's the matter? Tell me quickly. We're not the type of people who can chat peacefully together."
"Back in the human world, we had such a fun chat. Sigh... now that I'm wearing clothes, I'm pretending not to know you."
"Don't talk nonsense." The King of Hell stood up angrily, looked around, told his subordinates to leave, closed the door, and pointed at Siming Xingjun with disgust. "You were the one who seduced me in the first place, so I can't blame you. Besides, it happened hundreds of years ago. It's really boring for you to use it as a topic of conversation now."
"Then what about you lying naked on my bed a few days ago?"
"You, you!" Yama's hands were shaking with anger. "That was an accident, you know what an accident is. If you have nothing to do, get out of here! You're being unreasonable."
"Haha..." Siming Xingjun looked at him like this, holding his stomach and laughing uncontrollably, "I won't tease you anymore, I won't tease you anymore, why are you getting more and more irritable?"
"You still blame me? You're just too talkative." The King of Hell folded his arms and turned around, scolding her, "If you have to fart, fart now."
"I understand." Siming Xingjun wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes and asked seriously, "Did a mortal just come to you?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"What is she doing here?"
"You are the one who controls the human world, but you don't even know what mortals do?"
"It's not that this Immortal Lord doesn't know, she has escaped the shackles of the Fate Book."
The King of Hell obviously realized the seriousness of the matter, "What does this mean?"
"What I mean is, I will have no way of knowing what will happen to her from now on, or what her future fate will be. Even the person you crossed out from the Book of Life and Death, what they will do with him, has become a mystery."
"If it's so serious, then I..." The King of Hell hesitated, "Isn't it that I have done something bad?"
"No, if you don't help her, things will only get worse." Siming Xingjun shook his head, "Perhaps the human world will suffer an unprecedented war."
"All the demon soldiers who came to the underworld this time were killed by her alone."
"You mean..." Yama's eyes widened, "all these monsters were killed by Cong Mo, no wonder she smells so strong."
"What does it smell like?"
"You immortals can't smell the scent of blood," the King of Hell sighed, rubbing his chin. "The scent of her sin is too strong. I suspect she'll have to go through life and death again in this underworld."
Siming Xingjun said angrily, "This world is probably going to be in turmoil!"
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