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Qin Gushan turned around and only saw a figure from behind.

He felt something was off, but didn't think much of it. Remembering he was going to hunt pheasants, he quickly left.

Noticing someone enter, Qin Gufeng looked up and saw it was Yong Bing. He then looked at the Duke of Zhenguo and asked, "Looking for you?"

The Duke of Zhenguo glanced at it and shook his head. He hadn't called anyone.

Without saying a word, he walked directly toward Renbao.

not good!

The Duke of Zhenguo and Pei Gufeng immediately stood up to try to stop him.

Too late.

The assassin, disguised as a Yongbing soldier, drew his dagger, the sharp blade slicing through the air as he thrust it straight at Renbao.

Renbao sat still.

"Renbao!" Pei Gufeng exclaimed.

Snapped!

The assassin not only failed to harm Renbao, but also tripped over his own feet and fell heavily to the ground.

What's going on? The assassin's throat went dry, his face filled with disbelief.

He is the cream of the crop.

How come I can't even get close to a little baby?

Renbao looked at him with a grin: "Your foot got caught in the tongue of the long-tongued ghost."

What the hell? The assassin was dumbfounded and felt extremely humiliated. The three-year-old child in front of him was clearly making fun of him!

A long-tongued ghost passed by and, drawn by the aroma of roasted chicken, couldn't resist drifting in. Upon seeing that it was Little Yama there, he was terrified.

Just as he was about to leave, the assassin entered and saw that he was about to attack Little Yama.

The long-tongued ghost perked up.

The time to accumulate merit has come!

"Who sent you!" When the Duke of Zhenguo captured the assassin and turned him over, he found that the assassin had already committed suicide by poison.

Qin Gufeng's face was full of hostility: "They died quickly, without getting anything out of us."

"Whatever Uncle wants to ask, I'll ask him!" Renbao said with a smile. She wasn't afraid of the corpse at all, and even walked forward and kicked it with her foot.

Pei Gufeng picked her up: "Renbao, aren't you afraid?"

"He should be afraid of me, I'm the Little King of Hell." Renbao patted his chest and said proudly.

Pei Gufeng received a letter from home saying that Renbao not only wanted to be the emperor, but also liked to be the Little King of Hell.

That's really true...

"Okay, Little Yama, ask him who sent him," Pei Gufeng coaxed her.

The assassin's soul left his body and lay prostrate on the ground. Heaven knows how devastated he was to see Renbao's true form after he died.

He dared to assassinate Yama, the ruler of the underworld; he was truly courting death—no, he's already dead…

Even as a ghost, seeing her would terrify me even more!

"Who sent you!" Renbao asked.

The assassin's lips trembled as he truthfully replied, "Prince Jing."

Renbao looked at Pei Gufeng, her little eyes gleaming brightly: "Uncle, who is Prince Jing? He actually wants to kill me! Humph, I'm not one to be trifled with! I'm going to kill him!"

Prince Jing!

Pei Gufeng and the Duke of Zhenguo both changed their expressions.

At this time, at the Prince Jing's residence.

Prince Jing put on a new string of Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist, stroking them as he looked uneasy.

"Have the assassins sent to kill the young celestial master returned?" he asked his personal guard from time to time.

The guard shook his head: "Your Highness, no."

Prince Jing got up and paced back and forth.

If the Duke of Zhenguo and others were to discover this... the consequences would be unimaginable.

"How's the rumor going?" Prince Jing asked again.

The guard said, "The common people are all deeply grateful to the young Celestial Master, saying..."

He dared not speak again.

Clang!

Prince Jing pushed the table in front of him to the ground, his eyes flashing with ferocity and ruthlessness: "Speak!"

"The Little Celestial Master descended to the mortal realm with a divine mandate, making him different from others. They didn't know anything about demons or monsters; they only knew that the Little Celestial Master had protected Yumen City and saved their lives."

The guard knelt down with a thud and, trembling, recounted the true thoughts of the common people.

Prince Jing: ...

He's so angry!

...

"Hey, you long-tongued ghost, why don't you go to the underworld?" Renbao asked.

The long-tongued ghost looked distressed: "Your Majesty, a wicked ghost has escaped from the underworld. It targets good ghosts, devouring their souls to practice its ghostly arts. The ghost messengers are all busy capturing it and haven't had time to bring us to the underworld."

Renbao's small eyes widened.

How come she didn't know about this?

No, she has to go to the underworld.

"Come with me."

Renbao reached out and scooped it up to his waist; its long tongue hung down to the ground.

Pei Gufeng couldn't see the long-tongued ghost, but he heard Renbao talking to herself. He walked towards her and happened to step on the tongue on the ground, causing the long-tongued ghost to howl in pain.

Pei Gufeng felt a chilly, yin energy. He looked down but saw nothing, and took another step.

"Ouch! Lord Yama, save me!" The long-tongued ghost cried and wept. If it weren't for the fact that the little Yama called him uncle, it would have slapped him with its tongue.

Renbao looked at Pei Gufeng with an innocent face and said sweetly, "Uncle, you stepped on the gossipy ghost's tongue!"

A long-tongued ghost?

A look of bewilderment flashed across Pei Gufeng's handsome face. The next moment, Renbao opened his eyes, and his body suddenly froze.

The long-tongued ghost looked very different from ordinary people. It was bloodless, with slightly bulging eyes and a bright red tongue that was about three feet long and dragged on the ground.

He closed his eyes and then opened them again.

It's not a hallucination...

"Little Uncle, I'm going to the underworld now. When Big Uncle comes back, tell him to save the roast chicken for me!" Renbao put away the long-tongued ghost's tongue and waved to Pei Gufeng.

Pei Gufeng watched Renbao take a few steps he couldn't understand, muttering to herself, and then she disappeared from the house in an instant.

"Renbao! Uncle's back!" Pei Gushan entered at this moment, and seeing that only Pei Gufeng was in the room, his smile disappeared. "Where's Renbao?"

Pei Gufeng snapped out of his reverie: "Renbao has gone to attend to something."

Pei Gushan keenly noticed that his expression was off, leaned closer and stared at him for a while, then burst into laughter: "Little brother, what scared you? When you're scared, you frown and your hands clench. Tell your brother, and I'll get you!"

Pei Gufeng: ...

Renbao, who had just entered the Yin Road, was puzzled when he heard Pei Gushan's unrestrained laughter.

What's Uncle laughing at?

"Lord Yama." The souls on the road to the underworld bowed to Renbao and followed her without prior arrangement, all wanting to go down to the underworld.

Originally, they could wander among humans and occasionally return to see their families from afar. They would be content if they were discovered by the ghost messengers and sent to the underworld.

But since evil spirits escape from the underworld and specifically target good ghosts like us, the underworld is still the safest place.

"Lord Yama is back!" the ghost messenger shouted when he saw Renbao.

The Black and White Impermanence hurried out to greet her, and their brows furrowed slightly when they saw the vast horde of ghosts behind her.

"What are you doing bothering the Little Yama? Line up and take turns looking into the Mirror of Merit!" Black Impermanence shouted sternly with a stern face.

All the ghosts emerged from behind Renbao and were led by other ghost messengers to the Mirror of Merit. All the good and evil deeds they had done in their lives flashed by like a fleeting glimpse, with what should be offset offset and what should be redeemed redeemed.

"Little Yama, you're back!" Black Impermanence smiled ingratiatingly at Renbao. "The Ghost Festival is almost here, and Uncle Black has received a lot of food. Would you like to try some?"

Renbao put his hands on his hips and turned his head away: "Hmph!"

Even when something big happened in the underworld, they didn't tell her.

The Little King of Hell is angry!