After crawling out of the eggshell, I decided to be a salted fish (a lazy person).

Mo Shan'an didn't know where he got the strength to push the other person away. His hands were covered in sticky red blood, and he stared at his hands with rapid breathing.

"buzz"

Long Mingjian sensed something dangerous and stepped forward to block the little guy.

Mo Shan'an stared blankly at the blood-soaked figure in front of him. When he met the figure's empty gaze, his own eyes slowly lost focus until a red-clad figure appeared before him, at which point he fainted.

"Roar"

The eerie man, realizing his prey had been stolen, bared his fangs menacingly as a warning to the person before him.

Mo Shitian caught the unconscious cub, his hands trembling slightly as he held Mo Shan'an. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the pale-faced little bundle in his arms.

He pursed his lips, his low, hoarse voice carrying a hint of morbid ruthlessness, "I will grind you to dust."

A ball of dark hellfire slammed into the rotting corpse. This thing was neither human nor ghost, and ordinary spells had no effect on it.

But Mo Shitian's Hellfire came from the Underworld, making it incredibly easy to deal with the undead emerging from the Underworld Cave.

"Roar, ah!"

The rotting corpses turned to ashes under the burning black fire, while a black vortex appeared above the demon realm, only to disappear a moment later.

"Demon Lord, many rotting corpses have appeared in the back mountain, as if they were torn apart by something."

Molu reported the matter with a solemn expression, but upon seeing the unconscious figure, he asked with some concern, "Is the young master alright? I will go and find out who did it right away."

"No need, I am already aware of this, and I will handle this matter."

Mo Shitian carried Mo Shan'an back to the bedroom and cleaned the filth off his hands. When he sensed that power, it was too late.

"What is it about you that attracts those ghostly things so much?"

Those undead are particularly sensitive to smells, so there must be something on the little guy that's attracting them.

While unconscious, Mo Shan'an repeatedly dreamed of being chased by a group of rotting corpses.

"Big brother, stop chasing me, I don't taste good!"

This place is a wasteland; he can't even find a building to hide in. What is he doing? Is this a biohazard?

After finally finding a dilapidated wooden hut, as soon as the door was opened, a man wearing a mask suddenly appeared inside.

Startled, Mo Shan'an wanted to scream, but he quickly covered his mouth, closed the door, and pressed his lower lip against it, saying, "Shh, don't make a sound."

"Hmm"

The man only let go when there was no movement outside. He stared at the little dumpling in front of him with suspicion, especially when he saw his face, as if he was trying to confirm something through his face.

"Who is Mo Shitian to you?"

Mo Shan'an felt the dream was too real. He pressed himself against the door, staring warily at the mysterious person in front of him. "And who are you?"

"Hahaha, I am the master of this Netherworld Ruins, you can call me that."

"Hades?!"

"The little one is quite clever and has good taste."

The man wore a strange mask, and his white collar was embroidered with small red flowers, and even his sleeves were embroidered with red petals.

Mo Shan'an looked him up and down, then rolled his eyes in exasperation. "If you're the King of the Underworld, then may I ask why you live in this little wooden house?"

"Also, if you're so powerful, why are you hiding from those ugly things?"

The man felt a little guilty when asked these questions, and he didn't know how to answer them.

"What, you can't say it now?"

Mo Shan'an thought he had exposed the man's lie, which was why the other party couldn't answer.

He slightly raised his chin, squinted his big, round eyes, and looked around before finally landing on the red flower on the man's clothes. He then remarked, "This flower looks really ugly."

After hearing this, the man's lips twitched slightly. He felt like he had heard this sentence from someone before, and now he heard it again today, word for word.

"So, who is Mo Shitian to you?"

"it's me"

Before the man could hear what was to come, the little guy vanished before his eyes. He curled the corners of his lips into a smile; he was all too familiar with this power.

"woke up?"

Mo Shitian withdrew his hand from the spell, his eyes fixed on Mo Shan'an who had opened his eyes. He gently patted his cheek and asked worriedly, "Is anything bothering you?"

The little cub blinked its clear eyes a few times and reached out its arms for him to hold it.

Mo Shitian held him on his lap. When he saw him faint and unconscious, he felt a sense of powerlessness, self-blame, and helplessness for a moment.

He couldn't guarantee what Mo Shan'an would do if he didn't wake up.

The little cub sat on his lap, reached out and tugged at his sleeve, then suddenly remembered something, showing his cute little teeth, and complained to him about someone in his dream.

"Let me tell you, I dreamt of a man who seemed a little mentally unstable, saying strange things."

"Oh? What did he say?"

Mo Shitian tidied his hair, his deep, magnetic voice enticing him to talk about what happened in his dream.

"Haha, he said he was Hades, and he was wearing an ugly mask."

Mo Shan'an proudly puffed out his chest and continued, "I didn't believe a single word of it."

"Ha, it really was him."

A cold smile appeared on Mo Shitian's lips, his eyes dark and fierce. It seemed it was time to catch up with him.

"What is he?"

"It's nothing. If you dream about him next time, don't be polite to him."

There will be a next time? No way, he doesn't want to experience being chased by that horde of rotting corpses a second time.

Okay, go to sleep.

Mo Shan'an nervously tugged at the man's sleeve, "I'm afraid to sleep alone."

He could see the half-skull's face and the bloody body as soon as he closed his eyes.

Mo Shitian held him and lay down, patting his back. "Sleep now, your father is here, no one can touch you."

When he uttered his last words, the coldness in his eyes was chilling.

Mo Shan'an lay in the man's arms, slowly closed her eyes, and then quietly fell asleep, except for her little hands nervously clutching his collar.

"Magic Logic"

"Demon Lord"

"Now go to Dragon God Mountain and tell Di Moxiao that I will send the young master to him for a while tomorrow."

A look of surprise crossed Mo Luo's face. Sending the young master to Di Moxiao? Wasn't that sending a lamb to the slaughter?

"The Demon Lord?"

"Go quickly"

"Yes"

Mo Shitian should also make a trip to the Underworld. The little guy won't be safe staying here until this matter is resolved.

After I send it to Di Moxiao tomorrow, I'll go find that guy and see what he's up to.