Help, I accidentally picked up the beast

The underworld, the human administration.

After Huaci was forcibly invited back, except for a death order, 'all ghosts are forbidden to fold larks with gold leaf, and those who violate it will immediately lose their souls and will never be reborn', so they stayed behind closed doors.

Hua Ci leaned on the back of the chair, feeling that the chair was very hard, so she called Lan Fu casually, and replaced it with a small wicker chair that could rock back and forth, and then sat on it again with satisfaction.

He glanced at the layout of the bedroom. It was the unique black gold style of the underworld, solemn, gloomy, and a little mysterious.

Shengjun frowned slightly, and suddenly felt out of breath.

He summoned Lan Fu again, and all the ghosts started working immediately, decorating the bedroom into a watery white. Although the underworld didn't see sunlight, it looked much brighter.

Afterwards, he began to pick on the food that Lan Fu brought, too salty, too bland, too sour, too spicy, and he also said that he wanted to drink herbs, which shocked Lan Fu.

Lan Fu was a little depressed, is this really their sage?Seems to be pretty good in the past...

Lan Fu had no choice but to bite the bullet and keep redoing. Whatever Hua Ci asked, he would improve it, and the waiters became more and more meticulous.

But Hua Ci is still not satisfied, very, not satisfied.

Shengjun sat on the rattan chair and swayed back and forth, staring at the whiteness in the room, he couldn't help but began to ponder, obviously he had already done it according to the custom in the world, why it still didn't work.

Huaci was very irritable.

Recently, he often sleeps restlessly and always dreams. Hua Ci rarely dreamed in the past. After all, Meng Jun is just a small god, so how dare he bother a big boss like him.

Huaci called Mengjun, and asked in a flat tone: "Why do you always create dreams for me?"

Mengjun was so frightened that his soul was lost, he knelt at his feet and shook his head frantically, "I'm not, I didn't, don't hit me!" Before leaving, Mengjun told him that this dream was not made by himself, but that he had thought about it day by day. due to.

Huaci sat back on the rattan chair again, shaking it back and forth, and turned into a piece of lotus petals, which turned into the image of a young man, Huaci looked at Mi Xiaoxiao who had transformed, and finally felt better.

Mi Xiaoxiao, how is he doing recently?Hua Ci resisted not asking Lan Fu, and the whole person became irritable again.

The transformed image of the lotus petals was still standing in front of his eyes, smiling at him, with the corners of his eyes drawn long, Huaci waved his hand to remove the illusion, and said coldly: "It's not real enough."

Mi Xiaoxiao's eyes are standard almond eyes, blunt at the top and end of the eyes. When she smiles, those eyes are bright and round, how can they be long.

Lan Fu originally thought that Huaci had returned and finally returned the power to Shengjun, so he came to report to him with a stack of documents.

"One new living soul is added today, and there are 23 living souls temporarily left in the game. Impermanence will come and collect them tomorrow."

"The matter of Ying Xi is still under investigation, and a messenger has been sent to find Ying Chao's soul."

"The self-explosion incident of the ghost in the underworld has not yet been seen, and King Yan Luo has stepped up his investigation."

Hua Ci twisted the lotus petals with his fingers, and the blue light wrapped around his fingertips, casting silver light on the porcelain white skin, in clusters, dimmed and then brightened.

After Lan Fu finished reporting, seeing that Huaci hadn't responded for a long time, he secretly raised his eyes and glanced at him. The lotus petals on his fingertips turned into Mi Xiaoxiao again. Mi Xiaoxiao didn't smile this time, but stood there obediently. .

Huaci poked the man's face with her fingertips, then poked the man's thin waist, and automatically blocked Lan Fu's words.

Lan Fu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, saluted again, gritted his teeth and made an expression of "good old man", and shouted in embarrassment: "Holy King..."

Hua Ci squinted her eyes, lazily took away the lotus petals, and said only one sentence, "I'm tired, go down." There was no ups and downs in the voice, but it still made Lan Fu tremble.

He didn't dare to disobey this person anyway, Hua Ci looked calm, but in fact he was a little irritable.

I still remember that one night many years ago, Shengjun went out of the customs and went down Kunlun Mountain. Ben was wandering aimlessly on Huangquan Road, when he encountered Sui Xing and Tanlang fighting head-on.

I don't know the reason, and I don't want to know the words of flowers.

Sui Xing was originally a lucky star from the sky, but Tan Lang and Qi Sha were exactly the opposite of Sui Xing, they were disaster stars that specialized in bringing disasters.

The two star officials fought fiercely, Tanlang's tricks were vicious, and the kind-hearted Sui Xing was not his opponent.

Hua Ci passed by slowly, Tanlang just sent Sui Xing flying with his palm, but he didn't recognize Hua Cilai when he looked back.

Tanlang faintly sensed that this person was not to be messed with, and was about to give way, but Huaci, who had been casually wandering just now, suddenly made a move, and it was almost a slap in the face. Tanlang was just like Sui Xing's fate, also being beaten by Zhenfei out.

But Shengjun will not underestimate his actions, Tanlang even spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, his injuries are extremely serious, his internal organs are all broken, and he can't even stand up.

He was very puzzled, staring at Huaci passing by, and asked angrily, "Why did the gods hurt me?!" He didn't know who Huaci was, so he could only call him the gods.

Huaci didn't even blink his eyes, walked leisurely, and lightly said "blocking the way", and walked forward again.

Greedy Wolf: "..."

Seeing Suixing, he stood up hastily, wiped off the dust on his cheeks indiscriminately, straightened his clothes, pursed his lips and chased after him, and gave a ninety-degree salute to Hua Ci's back, smiling innocently Thank you, "Thank you God for your help."

Huaci ignored him and left.

This matter was later spread by the Six Realms, and Huaci's reputation spread, but it was just such a trivial matter of blocking the way, so Tanlang lay on the bed for several years.

Shengjun really can't be messed with!

Huaci had no intention of doing business, and Lan Fu didn't dare to force her, so she could only hug her back resentfully.

In fact, he also knows that killing ghosts and demons with flowers is enough, but it is not enough to let him deal with these troublesome documents. Shengjun doesn't have that patience.

That day when he agreed to go to Kunlun Mountain, besides selling Yan Luo Wang a thin noodle, he also wanted to get some fresh air.

As soon as Lan Fu left the door, Duo Lao, the capable man, wobbled back and came back. Both ghosts looked bored, and their expressions were distorted.

Lan Fu raised his eyebrows to look at them, "What's wrong with you?"

It was more impulsive to come and go, holding a long knife and beeping, "The little stove can't be turned on, the little mortal is half-dead all day long, I will check the system, and I will pick him up tomorrow if I can't guarantee it."

Duo Lao, the capable person, also babbled after hearing the words, "The little mortal is a little pitiful, and I don't know where the little flower has gone. The little mortal's heart is broken when he thinks about it."

In the room, Hua Ci found a piece of ice from nowhere, and was playing with it in his hands. When he heard it, his fingertips paused.

Lan Fubai took a look at them and found that these two ghosts were really stupid. He wanted to mention something that day, these two ghosts hadn't figured it out yet, Xiaohua was his sage.

Seeing the two ghosts talking endlessly, Lan Fu could only hint: "The six realms have their own rules, and mortals should not get too close to us, otherwise, the yin energy will soak up the body, and I will really send you to pick up people. "

"Ang?" He still didn't understand the back and forth, but this topic seemed to arouse his strong interest, so he took Lan Fu and asked shamelessly: "But, there are also ordinary people who go out of their way, why are they all right?"

Walking in the shadows means that living people eat underworld food, almost like a temporary job in the underworld, the kind that works for the underworld.

Lan Fu said patiently: "That's different. If there is a special connection with the underworld, of course nothing will happen, but it's not like anyone can go wrong if they want to. It depends on fate."

"Who decides this fate?" Duolao, a capable person, also came up and asked.

Lan Fu sighed: "It is determined by the rules of nature, and man-made is irreversible." He approached the door, intentionally letting Huaci hear this, and said in a raised voice, "Even if our sage , and cannot be changed.”

"Pa-ta", the ice in Huaci's hand was broken, and the tip of the ice was as sharp as a thorn, piercing deeply into his palm.

Like red flowers blooming on the white snow, the blood flowed out, and even the broken ice was dyed red.

That's right, Mi Xiaoxiao met Huaci by chance, it was fate, it was also fate that Zhaohun Key would raise Huaci and make her recover.

But the fate has come, the time has come, if you force them to stay, it will only hurt both sides in the end.

Hua Ci spread out his palms, the ice had melted, blood and water mixed together, enchanting, struggling, and finally slid out along a crack in his palms.

Lan Fu originally thought that Hua Ci would forget her troubles by reminding her in such a subtle way.

At least in the hundreds of years that he has been by his side, Hua Ci has never had any troubles. Just ask, who in this vast world is worthy of being missed by the aloof Bai Ze Shengjun, and no one will believe it if he tells it.

Hua Ci sits on the wicker chair every day with closed eyes and meditates, just like growing on the wicker chair, does not move, does not speak, and is more silent than before.

Lan Fu's side was very busy, after a period of silence, the number of souls continued to increase, just like the off-season and peak season when doing business.

Maybe the analogy is not appropriate, but he is very busy.

The management system has been updating, and there are more and more things. At first, they would notify the dying person in advance, so that he would have a mental preparation. Now, they are so busy that they even skip this step.

Lan Fu found a newly dead psychiatrist, brought the living soul over, and let him comfort him on his behalf.

He glanced at the pile of documents on the table, slapped his lap, and said angrily: "I, I, I, I, I am so annoying! Oh, I am so annoying!"

The first sentence is so annoying that it refers to work, and the second sentence refers to the fact that I forgot to avoid the word "I".

"Didi", the system sent a reminder that a living soul is about to enter the game, and the date is midnight three days later.

Lan Fu clicked to look up the name, his fingers stiffened, and he almost crushed the mouse.

In the column of the system information photo, the young man's brows and eyes are gentle and smiling, his hair is plastered on his forehead, and he is looking at him innocently and harmlessly, who else can it be if it's not Mi Xiaoxiao!

This really frightened Lan Fu.

He moved his eyes to the column of the name, and saw three large characters written on it—Mi Xiaoxiao.

Lan Fu stared at the screen for a long time but couldn't regain his senses. He threw the mouse with a "snap" and went to flip through the book of life and death under the stack of documents on the table.

Lan Fu remembered correctly, ever since he knew that Huaci was very different to this mortal, he immediately checked the life and death book, wondering how long this young man lived, and how long Huaci would have to wait before seeing this young man again.

The book of life and death was opened to the page where Mi Xiaoxiao was, and Lan Fu slid down with his fingertips to search for it. After a while, he saw a few large characters next to Mi Xiaoxiao's name - life expectancy eighty-eight.

But Mi Xiaoxiao is only 22 years old...how could he be dying so soon? !