Wife of the Underworld, the Immortal has a request

Chapter 2 Throwing the Dice

"Shangxian Chonghua wants to choose a ghost in the underworld to be his fairy slave?" Hua Wuya asked back.He looked at Hades suspiciously, to see if he had heard wrong.

"That's right, Huahua, you also know Chonghua Shangxian, right? He is the number one god of war in the fairy world. It is said that he has lived for 10,000+ years and lives above the Jiuchongtian. The emperor of heaven will respect him three points when he sees him, like It is impossible for a little fairy like us to see him for tens of thousands of years. I never thought that I would be able to see him once when I was a fairy, and I have no regrets or complaints in my life as a fairy." Hades is like a young girl who is in love. Seeing that the man she admired was as nympho, Hua Wuya rolled his eyes at him, and threw the book of life and death into his hands.

"Yan Jun, since you are back, I will return the book of life and death to you, and I will go back to rest."

"Huahua, wait!" Yama called. "Shangxian said to let the ghosts in the underworld throw this dice, and if you throw a little, go to Jiuchongtian to find him. If you are the first to throw it, you might be able to go to Jiuchongtian to become the slave of a fairy."

In Yama's broad hand was a glazed dice with multicolored light, and Hua Wuya's face turned black. This method of selecting immortal slaves is really unique.Or, too casually.

"You let other people throw it first, and in the end no one will let me throw it again." After saying that, Hua Wuya walked out of the Palace of Hell.She thought that when it was her turn to throw the dice, maybe a ghost had already thrown a little bit, and would become Chonghua's immortal slave in the Nine Heavens.

Among the many ghosts this time, Wuwu is a good opportunity to be promoted directly from a ghost to a fairy, but in the eyes of Hua Wuya, it is an evil deed that deprives her of her freedom.She eats and lives well in the underworld, so what's the point of going to the Nine Heavens?Whoever ghost wants to go can go, and it is better to stay in the underworld.

A few years later, Hua Wuya fetched water beside the River of Forgetfulness to pick flowers from the other side.After that, she casually went to Po Meng's side and asked for a bowl of Po Meng's soup.

Hua Wuya has the habit of making wine, but unfortunately there are only Bi'an flowers, Wangchuan water, and Mengpo soup in this underworld, and she can only use these three things to make wine.Although the brewed wine is a bit weird, it is still drinkable after all.Later, after her craftsmanship improved, the wine she brewed actually filled the whole hell with its aroma, but no one dared to come to beg for wine except the King of Hell and Po Meng.

Today, as soon as Hua Wuya got home, she heard Hades calling her name from behind.She ignored Yama's shouts and put down what she was holding, and Yama walked up to her.

Soldiers come to block water and earth, since they can't be ignored, they can only face it.Hua Wuya asked: "Yan Jun, what can you do with me?"

Yan Wang gasped heavily, spread out his palms, and the glazed dice were reflected in Hua Wuya's eyes.Yan Wang gasped and said, "Huahua, all the ghosts in the underworld have thrown the dice, and you are the only one left."

Hua Wuya was taken aback for a moment, staring blankly at the glazed dice. "Yan Jun, hasn't the ghost thrown a little of this dice after several years of throwing it?"

"This dice is evil. A ghost can throw it three times. I asked the underworld to report it, and all those who went to reincarnation threw the dice. I threw it for several years, but no ghost threw a little, not even me. Come out a little. I don’t know what this Shangxian did with the dice. He said that he chose ghost slaves or something. He must have come to fool me. Huahua, I will return this dice to the Shangxian after you throw it. "Yan Wang put the dice into Hua Wuya's hands, Yan Wang's disgusted look is really very different from the look he had when he was holding the dice a few years ago.

Hua Wuya shook his head, ghosts exist like monsters, and their bodies are both mundane and filthy.How could those pretentious immortals like Heavenly Court want a ghost as their slave?Moreover, let alone Chonghua Shangxian who lives in the Nine Heavens.

Looking at the glazed dice in his hand, Hua Wuya slenderly tossed the glazed dice into the Wusha cup on the table.The glazed dice spun a few times in the Wusha cup, making a dull sound and finally stopped.

(End of this chapter)