Mr. Xie, please respect yourself! I am your grandfather's ancestor.

After returning to Jinghai City, Si Tong was taken directly by Xie Junyan to try on a dress.

She was so busy that she temporarily forgot about the little episode in Jibei City.

She didn't remember it until she had dinner with Xie Junyan in the evening.

Xie Junyan handed her the soup and listened to her telling him what happened in Jiusheng Private Club this morning. He frowned slightly and asked, "Are you saying that the boss is the descendant of your apprentice?"

Si Tong thought about it and nodded, "Although I don't see through her completely, my feeling should not be wrong. That feeling is really too familiar! It's the taste of my silly disciple's bloodline."

"But that woman is the one with the strongest luck that I have ever seen in my thousands of years of life, except for you. Even your grandfather and his men are not half as good as her."

Xie Junyan: "Then doesn't that mean she is more gifted in metaphysics than Lin Jingting? Luck might add a lot to it."

Just like his situation.

Si Tong always said that he was a "ghost-fearing person" because he had too much luck and was protected by heaven.

It's just that he doesn't have any talent for metaphysics, otherwise he would be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort even in this era when spiritual energy is declining.

From this we can see that luck is a natural bonus buff.

Si Tong nodded. "What I can't understand is why she has the blood of my disciple, but has such a strong yin energy. It's hard to understand why my stupid disciple didn't reincarnate as a ghost cultivator after his death, and then took someone's cabbage..."

The more Si Tong spoke, the more he felt like he was getting closer to the truth.

"Si, Tu, Yan!" She gritted her teeth and said a name, then angrily put down her chopsticks and stood up.

Without even having time to eat, he disappeared in the restaurant in a flash.

Xie Junyan: "...So her apprentice is called Situ Yan."

If nothing unexpected happens, the person who mistook her meditation as ascension must be this talented person!

He put down his chopsticks, put on disposable gloves and started to peel shrimp for Si Tong.

This way you can eat it directly when she comes back later.

On the other side, Si Tong teleported directly back to the back mountain of Xuanyue Temple.

Standing on the grave that had obviously been repaired, she rubbed it hard twice with her fingers.

A dark cloud suddenly gathered overhead.

In an instant, lightning and thunder appeared in the sky, ready to strike.

......

In the underworld, in the conference room behind the King of Hell's Palace.

Situ Yan was wearing a black pajamas and had a messy hair on his head. There was no trace of old age on his smooth and handsome face. Even his beard was now completely gone.

He has a handsome face and exudes some of the youthful vigor that a young man should have.

After the eleventh sneeze, his right eyelid kept twitching.

The ten great Yin Shuais and Cui Yu and others below had been staring at him for a long time.

As the "male mother" in the underworld, Cui Yu is really worried.

With a wave of his hand, a cup of cold medicine appeared in front of Situ Yan. He said unhappily, "Drink it quickly. We have been busy enough because of the reappearance of those extinct creatures. As the boss, don't make excuses to sneak away like you did 28 years ago. I tell you."

Situ Yan touched his eyelids and curled his lips. Not long after he woke up, he was pulled out of bed to attend a meeting.

Fortunately, the ten evil masters and the four judges have seen his true face, so he is too lazy to clean up and just goes to work in a mess!

Anyway, no outsider can enter the King of Hell's Palace without his permission.

He obediently picked up the cup and drank the ghost medicine of Five Nines while explaining, "No, I didn't want to find an excuse to slip away. I just suddenly had a bad feeling. You don't know, I had this intuition when my master wanted to beat me up before. It has become a conditioned reflex signal."

"Your master..." Xie Bian said subconsciously.

Then he suddenly remembered something and quickly swallowed the rest of the words.

But it was too late.

Situ Yan nodded and drank the tasteless medicine in the cup in one gulp.

"Yes, she has been dead for more than a thousand years. You don't know that my master is very powerful. She is my idol!"

He sighed as he finished speaking, "Does time pass quickly? Anyway, I feel like it passes very quickly. It has been more than 900 years since I returned to the underworld. Alas, it seems like just a blink of an eye. I close my eyes and open them again, and a day has passed. I close my eyes and take a nap, and a hundred years have passed. Tsk tsk, time flies by!"

Seeing that he was about to start praising his master again, the honest male mother quickly said mercilessly:

"Then can I get rid of all the posters of this king or that queen of pop in your bedroom?"

Hearing this, Situ Yan almost jumped up and down: "No! I'm telling you, if you dare to touch those signatures of mine, don't say I'm going to get mad at you!"

Especially the vinyl record signed by King Chu himself. He sacrificed a lot to go to that concert!

If he really dares to deal with him, he will bite him to death!

Everyone: "..."

Didn’t you say that your master is your only idol, the only one?

Does she know that you, the King of Hell who is in charge of the entire underworld, are also a fan of celebrities?

Oh, let alone her master, even if the previous King of Hell knew that his son was so unreliable, he would probably rush back with the Emperor and Empress to give him a mixed doubles match!

Including the more than 100 years of reincarnation, he is more than 1,300 years old, but he is still like a child. They want to ask: Who else!

Anyway, the serious business was over, so the Ten Yin Marshals, Cui Yu and others simply closed their notebooks and left.

Situ Yan was stunned and stretched out Erkang's hand, "Hey, hey, hey, why are you leaving? I haven't shown off my master to you yet!"

However, no matter how he shouted from behind, no one else paid any attention.

Situ Yan snorted.

But the next second, a dark shadow flashed in his peripheral vision.

He looked up immediately.

It’s Cui Yu.

"Cui Yu, you are really nice..."

A hand covered with calluses from years of holding a pen came directly in front of him.

"Stop, stop, I forgot to bring the cup, I'm afraid you'll grow hair again if I don't wash it!"

Situ Yan: “…”

Is he that lazy?

"You all despise me. I told you I'm not cut out to be the King of Hell, but my father still insisted that I inherit his position. Really, I'll find a partner someday, get married, and give birth to an heir. When he/she comes of age, I'll be the hands-off boss!"

Cui Yu didn't bother to pay attention to this stupid son of a landlord. He took the cup and turned to leave.

Situ Yan snorted in grievance, then rubbed his right eyelid which was twitching more and more violently.

Forget it, let’s take a rest today.

My eyelids are twitching so much.

I can't open my eyes at all!

How can I read documents if I can't even open my eyes?

Well, this is a good reason. Let’s go back and take a nap!