The metaphysics princess fortune-telling spirit, the abstinent and cruel king is addicted to pets

The boss stretched out his fingers, rubbed them together, and made a gesture of asking for money.

"If you want to listen to it next time, please thank Lord Hou for your reward."

After all, tea costs money, and he has to waste his time.

Xie Beihan slapped the table and called the accompanying guards in, "I'm so poor, how dare you ask me for money? If you don't say it, I'll order someone to smash your shop!"

"This... Xie Marquis, how can you bully small traders like us like this, I... I will report to the officials." The boss trembled.

Xie Beihan smiled coldly: "You say that I have been bullied, do you think it is useful to report to the official?"

The boss swallowed, and had no choice but to continue talking under Xie Beihan's coercion.

Although Han Zhiyu fainted, Mrs. Han was still awake.

She saw that the God of Hades had restrained his divine power, and the mark on his forehead receded again.

The little ghost king was still staring blankly at Hades, inexplicably liking her in his heart, and felt that she was reliable.

"You... you are so beautiful."

Mingshen chuckled, his brows and eyes were full of smiles.

She nodded the little ghost king's nose, "You are also very cute, your soul is quite powerful, but you went the wrong way. Little thing, your murder is too heavy."

The little ghost king frowned, not knowing what to do.

Xuan Jingmo straightened up, puzzled and said: "Since the god of the underworld also said that she was a heavy murderer, why did he block the thunder for her? A ghost king like her is too hard to tolerate, and she must be killed."

"Your talisman is well drawn, but you lack a trace of compassion for the world and ghosts." Mingshen looked at him and pointed out, "It is true that killing the ghost king is to eliminate harm for the people, but if you can kill the ghost king Wouldn't it be better for her to redeem her sins and do good deeds?"

Xuan Jingmo was stunned.

For a long time, he slayed demons and subdued ghosts, without leaving any way for them to survive.

He lowered his eyes and said: "But... if we don't cut the grass and roots, we will only let them come back and do evil things again."

"Some demons and goblins really don't need to show mercy." Hades turned to look at the little ghost king, "But this little thing was only five years old when she died, so it's understandable for her to go through such torture. You can tell whether you can stay or not. Just take responsibility and be clear of your heart.”

Xuan Jingmo seemed to be enlightened, and his mind suddenly cleared up a lot.

He said: "But Heaven...will not allow her."

"I tolerate her." Immediately, the god of the underworld shouted to the sky, "She followed me into the underworld and worked for me for 2000 years to redeem my sins. Do you have any objections?"

There was no sound from the sky.

"..." Xuan Jingmo's mouth twitched slightly.

Is it so easy to promise?

But the little ghost king whimpered, grabbed Hadeshen's collar, and blinked, "But I don't want to go to work, I want my father and mother..."

2000...

When will it be done.

Mrs. Han didn't dare to speak from the beginning to the end, but when she heard the little ghost king say that, she immediately said: "Master Mingshen, I wonder if we can let Zizi live with us for the rest of my life..."

Ming Shen said: "She has no kinship with you in this life, not to mention she is a powerful ghost, living with you will have a great influence."

Mrs. Han's expression was gloomy, and she looked at the little ghost king reluctantly.

But Mingshen said: "However, after you and Han Zhiyu's fifteenth life, there is a chance to be relatives again."

Mrs. Han was overjoyed, "Really?!"

The little ghost king also opened his eyes wide.

Underworld God nodded slightly, "If you never forget, there will be echoes."

She flicked her sleeves lightly, and a door appeared and opened towards her.

Then, Hades put down the little ghost king and asked her to say goodbye to Mrs. Han and the others.

Knowing that his ghostly aura would affect them, the little ghost king didn't dare to go forward.

Mingshen's voice was gentle: "Go, it's fine."

Hearing this, the little ghost king mustered up the courage to go over and hug Mrs. Han.

Although Han Zhiyu was still in a coma, the Little Ghost King didn't forget him.

"Father, mother..." The little ghost king burst into tears.

"Do it well." Mrs. Han wiped off the icy tears on her face, "Master Mingshen took you in kindly, you must be obedient and hardworking, and you must not disappoint Lord Mingshen's kindness, you know?"

The little ghost king responded, turning around three times with one step.

Mrs. Han was also reluctant, but in the end she turned her head away cruelly.

The little ghost king returned to Hadeshen's side, grabbed Hadeshen's hand, and said seriously: "I will do it well."

"Good boy." Mingshen raised his hand, and instantly cleared away the ghost energy inside and outside the house, including the contamination from Han Zhiyu, his wife and son.

One big and one small walked in.

Before the gate of hell was closed, many wandering ghosts wanted to take the opportunity to squeeze in and seek a chance of reincarnation.

Hades didn't stop him, but a male ghost pulled the other ghosts away, and when he wanted to go in quickly, he was bounced away by an invisible force.

He was startled, and drifted away again.

But Mingshen's figure did not move, and he was still not allowed to enter.

The male ghost shouted angrily: "Why?! Why can't you let me in when they can all go in?! I don't want to stay in Yangjian anymore!"

If he doesn't go to the underworld anymore, he will disappear completely soon.

The god of the underworld looked indifferent, without a trace of compassion, "For various reasons, they missed the opportunity of ghosts leading the way. And you are evil and hard to teach. If you enter the underworld, you will only occupy a place."

After all, the gate of hell is closed.

Immediately, it was like a cloud and mist, leaving no trace.

Seeing that he had missed such an excellent opportunity, the male ghost was very angry.

He then looked at Han Zhiyu.

There are four ghosts.

He wants to absorb the essence of living people, so that he can strengthen his ghost power and continue to survive in the world.

As soon as he floated over, he was smashed out of his wits by a mahogany sword.

It was the real person chopping wood.

Xuan Jingmo laughed loudly, "I got it!"

Heaven has the virtue of loving life, and the earth is thick with loads of things. He doesn't have to kill demons when he sees them, kill them when he sees them, and accept them when he sees them.

If he can cross them to be good, his merit will be even higher.

Evil spirits like the one just now are truly invincible!
His ruthlessness should be reserved for these uneducated demons and ghosts.

In the sky, thunderclouds rolled again.

Mrs. Han was a little frightened.

Xuan Jingmo looked back, waved his sleeves, moved Han Zhiyu to the corridor, and said, "Ma'am, don't be afraid, it's a thunder calamity of the poor way, after this thunder calamity, the poor way will be the incarnation state!"

"Then... Congratulations?" Mrs. Han didn't know what to say.

"Thank you!" Xuan Jingmo had already flown up, "Come on poor Tao!"

Then thunder rang all night.

Han's son recovered from his illness.

In order to thank the god of the underworld for his mercy, Han Zhiyu drew a statue of the god of the underworld, hung it in his house, and offered incense every day.

Later, he was rewarded by the god of the underworld.

Hearing this, Xie Beihan became anxious again, "Did Underworld take the little ghost king to meet their couple?"

The boss shook his head, "Mingshen said that she is not a ghost, so she doesn't need to smell the fragrance. She wants to eat jujube cake." (End of this chapter)