What bad thoughts does the Reaper have? [Transmigration Book]

Jiang Wei tightened his tail and lived a peaceful life for two days, and nothing happened.

No ghost dared to blame this distinguished guest from the underworld, and Death did not give any instructions after hearing the report from his subordinates. Instead, he learned that he was not sleeping well, so he asked them to get some soft things and send them there.

The ghosts dare not be angry, let alone speak. No one knows what happened to the two of them after they met for the first time, especially this one's attitude is getting more and more confusing to the ghosts day by day, completely overturning his previous indifferent and ruthless style.

Jiang Wei, the little prince, has been pampered and pampered since he was a child. He has slept on turf, dirt pits, tree branches, and hard bed boards during the half-year expedition.

He also boasted that there is no place in the world where he can't sleep, but here he can't sleep on the cold stone bed, the mattress is too hard, the room is too cold, it's pitch black everywhere, and he hasn't slept well for several nights .

A few days later, when he came back from a stroll, he found that the residence was different. There was a soft white fluffy mattress on the bed, and all the pillows and quilts were changed along with it.

Jiang Wei always thought that there were no four seasons in the underworld. After living for a while, he realized that there are four seasons: cold, very cold, super cold, and deadly cold. It's getting colder and colder without end.

He was so cold that he wandered around much less often, and when he came back, he would go to the basement behind the central hall to warm himself up.

So late that he had to go back to the house to sleep, Jiang Wei felt the omnipresent warmth surrounding him as soon as he came in.

The floor showed traces of being resurfaced. He used spiritual energy to test it, and it contained blood and flint unique to the underworld for heating. Few high-level ghosts could afford it.

No matter where Jiang Wei walked in this house, the floor was always warm, and he lay on the floor with his buttocks pouted to keep warm. He hadn't felt this kind of warmth for a long time, and he was shocked in ignorance: "Wow, this underground won't be completely warm. Is it paved?"

Quite extravagant, old man Reaper is interesting enough.

Gradually, there were more candles in his room, and the whole room was much brighter. There were even more vases made of bones, each with a bouquet of flowers and plants in it. Jiang Wei walked over to touch it, and it turned out to be real!

But when he woke up after sleeping, these flowers and plants were all dead because of being stained, and they withered faster than the world.

"That's right, where is this place?" Jiang Wei showed a wry smile, and collected the withered flowers and plants to infuse them with spiritual energy. Although they were dead, they still looked very fresh on the outside.

In the dark place of the underworld, it is good to see them.

Jiang Wei, who has completely revealed his true nature, is bored and plays with the little ghosts who come to deliver food, and uses them for entertainment. When he gets tired of playing, he starts to embark on an adventure road, gradually expanding his map in the underworld, and he must visit it all...

In his dream, Jiang Wei seemed to be spying on another life of himself, and he was stunned for 10 minutes when he was slapped awake by Hei Zai.

He doesn't remember most of the scenes in the dream, but the sadness in his heart has been lingering all the time, obviously he is quite happy in the underworld.

"Hey." Hei Zai patted Jiang Wei's arm, and found that he was ignoring him in a daze. Hei Zai took two steps back, jumped into Jiang Wei's arms with a sprint, and rubbed his chin with his head, as if to say "Look at me, look at me".

"Huh?" Jiang Wei came back to his senses, picked up Hei Zai, "baji" and gave him a good morning kiss, "Good morning, son!"

Hei Zai stretched out his claws and gently pushed his face away. He was so hungry!

"Zai, why don't you talk anymore?" Except for that day, he never heard Hei Zai speak again.

Hei Zai lowered his ears following his head: "Hei..."

He didn't know how to say it in the first place. He could say it because of Chu Min before, but now that Chu Min has separated from him, of course he can't.

"It's okay, it's okay if you don't say it, Dad still understands what you mean." Dad Jiang carried the son to wash his face, and went downstairs to eat breakfast.

Jiang Wei continued to paint in the Mao studio with a full stomach, and Hei Zai took the opportunity to sneak out following Lan Xun's instructions.

Interstellar's popular electronic sound combined with various human voices continued to sound in the studio, and Gina was forced to become a song-cutting machine for Mo's emotions.

Jiang Wei stood up in front of the painting table, with a thin hair in his mouth and two wolf hairs in his hands. Now he likes to listen to songs and paint, his inspiration is jumping out, the art in his body The "Factor" is also constantly bumping and rubbing, and it can't be stopped.

When he was a child, he was tied to a chair by the teacher to practice calligraphy. Usually his handwriting was ugly, and he deliberately didn't write well, but his handwriting was okay if he really wanted to be serious.

Put it here in Interstellar, even the group of people who study the ancient earth's oriental culture every day can't compare with his natural and easy ancient meaning. The strength behind the words is something that this era will never get.

He will be confused about painting Western oil painting, gouache and watercolor for a while, but it is relatively simple to draw with a brush.

He asked Gina to report on the current era's views on the ancient earth's oriental culture, and wanted to fill in the vacancy of the painter Jiang Wei in this regard. He created so many innovative techniques of painting schools, and he also dabbled in some oriental cultures. Compared with other styles of painting, it seems not enough. .

"Why are you suddenly interested in the ancient earth?" Gina asked curiously.

"Well... because of me..." Homesick, Jiang Wei shook his head halfway through speaking and didn't continue. Ever since he left home on the road to find his parents, he never thought that he would never go back.

Seeing that he was a little depressed, Gina didn't make any more noise, and silently changed to a soothing piano piece.

Jiang Wei rubbed his face, he must have been affected by the dream, otherwise why would he suddenly think about this, he picked up the brush and continued to sketch the landscapes in the world in his memory.

After painting the round fan, Jiang Wei took advantage of his familiarity and drew a small simple watercolor landscape. The more he painted, the smoother he became, and the more stable his hand became.In the past, he was in a mess when he was not sure about painting, and he could paint whatever he wanted, but now that he has a picture in his mind, the pen in his hand will follow his heart, and the effect is not far from the expectation.

Satisfied, Jiang Wei framed the two paintings and put them on the shelf, "Where is my son?" He has no one else to share with, so he can only find his son.

"Hei..." Hei Zai stretched out his paws and pushed open a gap, only his head poked in, tilting his head and calling at him.

"Hei Zai, come and see Dad's painting." Jiang Wei pushed the easel over, hugged Hei Zai, and wrote "Praise me" all over his eyes!

"Ji!" Hei Zai understood what he meant with his eyes bent, and clapped his hands in response.

"Hey." Jiang Wei squinted his eyes and kissed its little head, Erzai is really his sweet little baby.

"Zai, do you still remember the meal coupons that Dad won from swimming last time? Let's go out for dinner, shall we?" Dad Jiang's eyes turned and he thought about it. There was a cabinet in the bedroom that he bought for Hei Zai. is a waste!

When Hei Zai heard that he was going out to eat, he blinked his eyes and was a little curious, but he didn't forget the embarrassment of eating too much last time, and he was a little entangled.

Jiang Wei, who is obsessed with wearing small clothes for his children, started his routine: "I saw two very beautiful cakes in the optical brain. You must like them when you see them."

Hei Zai's ears pricked up when he heard the cake, and he licked his lower lip unconsciously with his tongue, and heard Jiang Wei say that it was better than chocolate biscuits, so his saliva came out.