Little Ghost A naturally saw the miserable plight of his friend, and when he saw the uneasiness on Yue Lao's face, he concluded that it was Yue Lao who did it.
Xiao Jia gritted his teeth and roared, "Immortal Lord, how dare you treat Xiao Yi like this!"
He felt really sorry for Xiao Yi, and he had to go to His Highness and ask Him to make the decision for Xiao Yi.
The Forgetful River is too fierce. If an ordinary ghost falls into it, it will inevitably turn into a resentful spirit and suffer the pain of having its soul devoured for a thousand years before it can be reincarnated...
If the resentment does not dissipate after a thousand years, the soul will be destroyed.
Is he really going to lose Xiaoyi?
Yue Lao shrugged nonchalantly and conceded generously, "You should be grateful to me for not throwing you down with me!"
Yue Lao was certain that Pluto would not care about this matter!
Xiaojia had never felt himself drifting so fast, and there was a hint of fear on his face. If ghosts did not have tears, Xiaojia would have been crying like a pear blossom in the rain at this moment.
Yue Lao thought it was ridiculous. Are all the little ghosts in the underworld so timid? But when Yue Lao was about to follow Xiao Jia, Xiao Yi, who was thrown into the Wangchuan River, floated out from the fishy yellow water. Unlike his previous transparent appearance, Xiao Yi's face was full of resentment at this time, as dark as if he had been fished out of a quagmire. Xiao Yi's eyes were full of hatred, and he looked indescribably eerie and terrifying.
But as soon as he came out, he was pulled down by more resentful ghosts. He could only see the thick water splashing and the fishy smell coming in his face.
For a moment, the banks of the Forgotten River were filled with shrill cries.
Although Xiao Yi did not approach Yue Lao, he felt creepy and cold all over when he was stared at by those scarlet eyes. His hands, which were tightly holding the Geng Tie, were full of cold sweat. He felt that he should go to find the King of Hell as soon as possible. After finishing his business, he would hurry back to the fairyland. So he grabbed a patrolling ghost and headed towards hell without stopping.
This underworld is too gloomy.
Jiuxi, who was in the Eighteenth Level of Hell, was looking at the black hole at the end and was about to step in to inspect the last level of Hell, the Nineteenth Level. However, Judge Cui stopped Jiuxi with a nervous look and said, "Your Highness, the Nineteenth Level of Hell holds serious criminals, great demons whose souls refuse to reincarnate after death!"
Jiuxi, however, thought that Judge Cui was worried that he couldn't withstand the aura of the great demon, so he waved his hand and said, "Judge, there is no need to worry about me."
As he spoke, he was about to walk towards the black hole. Judge Cui, who was following closely behind Jiuxi, was even more anxious and said hurriedly, "Your Highness, the yin energy in the nineteenth level of hell is very strong. Your Highness, please think twice!"
The more Jiuxi was not allowed to go, the more strange it felt to her. Instead, she scribbled a few words on the booklet, stuck out her tongue at the judge, and jokingly said, "Could it be that the judge has hidden the young lady in the nineteenth level of hell?
"People in the mortal world all have their mistresses hidden in golden houses, but you, Judge, are actually a mistress hidden in hell. Your taste is really strong!"
Judge Cui's face was filled with a dark fog, and for a moment he couldn't find the words to reply to Jiuxi. Just as Judge Cui was embarrassed, Little Ghost Jia hurriedly floated in. Judge Cui found an excuse and said to Jiuxi who had been staring at him, "Your Highness, Little Ghost Jia is here!"
The judge was extremely grateful.
Jiuxi finally understood why the judge had never allowed him to go to the Nineteenth Level of Hell. He said with a hint of sarcasm, "Judge, I will forgive you this time, but next time, don't bring a woman to hell.
Well, that’s a bad influence!”
Judge Cui's expression turned even darker, as if someone had thrown a bucket of dirty water on him. However, he could only steel himself and say, "Your Highness, I understand."
Jiuxi then retracted his gaze, looked at Xiaojia, and asked, "Did Yue Lao come to Hell to look for me?"
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