The happy coffin is opened, all ghosts disperse, the princess comes from hell

In lava purgatory.

A big fiery red bird is snoring, and its loud snoring makes the evil ghosts tortured in this hell not only have to endure the pain of having their souls burned by molten lava, but also experience the torture of having their ears pierced by an awl.

The ghost officials in charge of this hell also have a headache.

Rumble.

Another two shots of terrifying lava shot up into the sky, but they were sprayed out from the nostrils of the sleeping big bird.

The evil ghost howled, and the flesh and bones were melted by the magma.

The ghost officials gave way one after another.

Suddenly, a figure suddenly appeared in the molten hell. The ghost officials all took a breath and were about to salute.

Qingwu waved her hand and walked to the head of the snoring bird. She pinched her nose and smelled the smell of alcohol.

"Wake up, get up and get to work."

"Yan Greed..."

The big bird kept snoring, and the lava spurted from its nostrils rushed into the air and turned into rain. Just when it was about to fall on Qingnu, it was brushed away by an invisible force.

Qingwu became impatient, moved her wrists, clenched her fists, and raised her arms.

whoosh-

The wind of the fist caused a roar, and she punched the bird on the head.

The magma fountain suddenly stopped, and the three-legged golden crow's bird brain was almost beaten into a dog's brain, with its eyes and tongue protruding from the blow.

The three-legged golden crow's terrifying murderous intent locked onto Qing Wu, and was about to spit out sunfire, but after seeing Qing Wu clearly, it blew out a puff of smoke from its open mouth, and then closed it.

Qing Wu brushed away the smoke that was choking the ghost, frowned and asked, "Are you awake? If not, I will punch you again."

"Wake up." Yan Gu returned to his human form.

Seeing his lifeless look, Qing Wu didn't say anything to comfort him. He was a ghost and couldn't talk to people, so speaking would only hurt his heart.

"The old guy is dead. I am the King of Ghosts now, and you are his mount. Logically speaking, you should also be my mount."

Qing Wu said expressionlessly: "You've been absent from work and drunk until now. It's time to get back to work."

Yan Gu glared angrily: "I am your uncle, you actually want me to be your mount?"

Qing Wu looked sideways: "Old man, I'm still your father, otherwise I'll still ride you around."

"Can that be the same?"

"Okay." Qingwu frowned, wondering: "Anyway, our seniority is different. How about I feel aggrieved and give myself two more seniors? You call me grandma, and I will still call you uncle. In this case , wouldn’t it be so embarrassing for you to be my mount?”

Yan Gu was silent.

Qing Wu's eyes were sincere.

A ghost and a bird look at each other.

"If I call you grandma, wouldn't that old guy Fanyou have to call you mother instead? You are so filial."

Qing Wu smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, since he is dead, there is no way he can jump out and hit me."

After saying that, she thought quietly in her heart: If I could really make the old guy angry enough to come and beat me up, then I would be quite happy.

Yan Greed: "..."

Thinking that in the future, he would have to face this unfilial ghost alone, he was quite helpless.

However, thanks to Qingnu's "unfilial piety", the sadness in his heart quickly receded. From the beginning, he was unwilling to accept the news of Fanyou's death, to drinking to numb himself, and now...

Finally we have to face reality.

"How long have I been drunk?" Yan Gu glanced at the cowering ghost officials around him, scratched the back of his head in annoyance, and muttered: "Why did you come to this wretched place? No wonder I kept feeling the sensation in my ears after I fell asleep. Noisy."

After he finished speaking, he strode out. Seeing that Qingnu was still taking his time, he couldn't wait any longer.

"Why are you walking so slowly? Aren't you going to avenge the old thing?"

Hearing this, Yougui laughed first.

Yan Gu followed the sound and raised his eyebrows: "Xiao Liuzi? When did you come back?"

King Bian Cheng waved his hand and smiled, showing his white teeth: "Master Yanhu woke up really early."

"Isn't it early? You tell jokes from the underworld as soon as you wake up." Qingwu joked: "When you wake up and avenge the old thing, Wu Zhen may find a second spring."

Yan Gu's expression was stiff.

Qing Wu looked at the stupid turkey feather standing on top of his head, reached out her hand angrily, and pulled it out directly for him, "Wuzhen is dead."

Normally, even if Qing Wu dared to pluck the feathers from his head, Yan Gu would still have a good fight with her.

But this time he was stunned.

He thought he was just drunk for a short time, but what did he miss?

Wu Zhen...is dead?

King Bian Cheng came over and told him the whole story.

Yan Greed's silence was deafening, and his eyes were getting redder and redder.

King Bian Cheng stayed away from him, moved to Qingnu's side, and whispered: "I feel like he feels regretful and wants to commit suicide."

"That's not possible." Qing Wu said indifferently: "You can get drunk and miss something as important as revenge for the old man. You have to at least work for the underworld for 100,000 years to atone for your sins before you can commit suicide."

Yan Gu's voice was hoarse and his eyes were red: "Okay, it's settled, I'll work part-time."

King Bian Cheng looked at Uncle Jinwu who was no longer rebellious and was silent for a moment. He looked at Qingnu with a somewhat reproachful look.

Sister, Uncle Jinwu’s heart has been pierced into a sieve.

Qing Wuhun didn't care, her words of comfort were useless, just fight fire with fire.

"The Wu Clan was sealed in the Fengju Jade Gate, and they are not dead. Anyway, it can take up to sixty years, or... God knows how long, but the Wu Clan will make a comeback sooner or later."

Qing Wu said lazily, "Are you afraid that I won't have a chance to kill you?"

The fire reappeared in Yan Gu's eyes, and his blond hair was set on fire: "I want to kill all those scum of the Wu clan!"

"That's right! Let's go, go and work in the human world with me!"

His Majesty raised his arms.

Yan Guan snorted and was about to transform back into the Golden Crow and let his eldest niece ride on his head, when several ghost figures chased him.

"Your Majesty, please wait!"

"Your Majesty, wait a moment!"

The ones chasing after them were several ghost generals and a Kung Fu Cao. Qing Wu keenly sensed that something was not right, so she said before the other party spoke:

"I don't want any money."

Ghost general & hero: "..."

They belong to several ghost emperors and the Palace of Hell respectively. Faced with Qingwu's default, they respectfully presented the debt letter.

There was a soul contract seal on the debt book, and the aura clearly belonged to Yan Gu.

"Lord Yan Greed has robbed me of Central City's Millennium Merit Wine..."

"He also drank up all the Yin Deye fruit wine in Southern City..."

"The Wangchuan drink brewed by King Chujiang himself is all gone..."

"Alas, Lord Yanhu also went to Tai Lao's place and snatched Qiqing Wine. During this period, Meng Po Soup is in very short supply. It is almost necessary to mix it with water to make enough to drink..."

Qing Wu's face turned pale, and she looked at Yan Gu.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Gu returned to being unruly and unruly: "I, my uncle, are going to be your mounts, why are you paying for my drinks?"

"Do you think that old guy Fanyou flies around without paying me?"

"Ha, naive."

After Yan Guan finished speaking, he waved his sleeves arrogantly, left the debt book, and slapped away the debt collectors. He let out a powerful roar, and his voice spread throughout the Netherworld.

"From now on, all my drinking debts will be on Shasha's head!"