I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

Ning Zhi'an casually flipped through a few pages, feeling like she was reading an elementary school Chinese textbook.

There are also illustrations in the book, which vividly depict a young ghost king with high character, kindness and justice.

Ning Zhi'an had heard a little about Ji Shaoran's deeds. He was a half-god, half-ghost, with mixed reviews and reputations in the underworld. He not only suppressed the evil spirits in the eighteenth hell with his own power, but also turned Fengdu into scorched earth with his own hands.

Although the rumors may not be true, it will never be the enthusiastic ghost king in the book who helped the old lady cross the Naihe Bridge and escape from the underworld.

Feeling that the goods were not in the right edition, Ning Zhi'an threw the book into the suitcase casually.

Ning Zhi'an tidied up and left the room, meeting Shen Luoze at the entrance of the hotel.

He was wrapped in a gold velvet suit, with a slender and beautiful figure, and he was also the eye-catching one among all the glamorous stars.

Shen Luoze's eyes were almost glued to him, relying on Ji Zhaoran not to talk nonsense: "If you force me to be 1 now, I'm willing to bear it."

Ning Zhi'an looked serious: "I didn't force you to be 1."

Shen Luoze discussed it well and said, "It's fine if I treat you as zero, but you have to work harder."

Ning Zhi'an thought he was talking nonsense, so he got into the car first.

The two went to the event site in the same car. On the way, Ning Zhi'an humbly asked, "What is the best gift for a lover's birthday?"

Shen Luoze was playing with his mobile phone, and took the time to look up from the game: "Ji Zhaoran's birthday is coming soon?"

"Well," Ning Zhi'an was a little distressed: "I don't know what to give."

Shen Luoze has never talked about it, and he doesn't know about it, but he will pretend.

He kindly rubbed Ning Zhi'an's head: "Silly son, I still need to ask about this."

Being called stupid by the spokesperson of 8 walnuts, Ning Zhi'an was a little unconvinced: "Birthday is only once a year, shouldn't I be careful?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes," Shen Luoze perfunctory, casually looked up Xia Ji Zhaoran's Baidu information, and then said in surprise: "That's awesome, his birthday this year happens to be the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month."

Ning Zhi'an was slightly stunned, he really didn't notice this.

On July [-]th, during the Hungry Ghost Festival, the gates of ghosts are wide open, and countless wandering spirits gather in the underworld to visit relatives and friends who miss them.Ning Zhi'an knows more than ordinary people——

The underworld will hold a party that day to celebrate their legal departure, and White also invited him to act as a mascot to start the show.

"..." Ning Zhi'an suddenly felt a little worried.

Shen Luoze also thought of this, approached him and asked in a low voice, "Do all the ghosts in the street know you?"

"I don't know." Ning Zhi'an prayed sincerely: "I hope that I can meet less, or don't know me."

Shen Luoze patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.

In fact, Ning Zhi'an is not so afraid of ghosts now. It is true that he has encountered evil ghosts, but he has also met evil people. Good and evil are not the criteria that distinguish people from ghosts.

He himself has accepted the status of an honorary underworld person, and in his heart, the ghosts of Little Red White are no different from other friends in the underworld.

But many ghosts die in strange shapes, and their heads fall off at every turn. Everyone will be terrified!

As he approached his destination, Ning Zhi'an comforted himself in a low voice: "This is not what it used to be, I don't need to be afraid now."

Shen Luoze: "I believe it."

"You don't understand." Ning Zhi'an tidied up his appearance and smoothed his suit, with a deep and confident expression on Junxiu's face: "With Ji Zhaoran here, even if it's Ghost Festival, I'm not afraid, he feels very safe. "

The content of today's event is lackluster. As a guest, Ning Zhi'an only needs to applaud enthusiastically and smile appropriately when facing the camera.

After the end, Ning Zhi'an and Shen Luoze declined the party warmly invited by the organizer, and flew directly to Beijing to return to their respective homes that afternoon.

Ji Zhaoran was not there, Ning Zhi'an and Yangyang chatted one-sidedly for a while, when packing the suitcase, Ning Zhi'an put the "100 Best Tales of the Ghost King" on the coffee table.

She didn't expect Yangyang to be very interested in this book, she held it in her arms like a baby, and after a while, she poked Ning Zhi'an lightly with the book in her hands.

"Don't you have this book?" Doesn't it mean that every member of the underworld has a copy?

Yangyang was dumbfounded by his question, and Ning Zhi'an was also a little puzzled, but he didn't think too much, and asked, "Do you want me to read it to you?"

Sheep nodded vigorously.

In the past few days, Ji Zhaoran has taught her to read some characters in private, she can probably understand the meaning of the title of the book, but she didn't expect her stepmother to be able to publish a book, Yangyang is proud of him.

One person and one ghost sat upright, one was full of anticipation, and the other looked dignified——

Ten minutes later, the father and daughter fell asleep on the sofa and fell unconscious.

Yangyang woke up first when she heard the sound of the door lock, she stood up abruptly, trying to shake Ning Zhian awake.

With dark eyebrows, Ji Zhaoran silently shook his head at her, with his fingers on his lips.

He approached and put a thin blanket on Ning Zhi'an who was sleeping soundly.

Ning Zhi'an was lying on his back defenseless, his slender arms were hanging on the edge of the sofa, his face was covered with a book, Ji Zhaoran bent down to pick it up.

Seeing the title of the book, Ji Zhaoran's eyelids twitched, and an ominous premonition enveloped his heart.

After turning a page, Ji Zhaoran looked sideways at Yangyang: "Want to play with me?"

After hesitating for a moment, Yangyang nodded.

Ji Zhaoran stretched out his hand towards her, and the gate of hell that connects yin and yang quietly emerged behind him.With the scorching wind on his face, his black forehead hair shook slightly: "Come."

——In the Hall of King of Hell, Ji Zhaoran slowly turned the pages of the book, and Yangyang sat beside him, happily eating Gumantong's dried mangoes, and occasionally gave Ji Zhaoran a bite.

Black and white impermanence, judge Meng Po and other high-level underworld officials stared at the little ghost in front of them, envious and envious mixed with incomprehension.

If I had known that they would have recognized the unemployed starlet as their father!

Ji Zhaoran bowed his head, still maintaining his reading posture, and asked calmly and clearly, "Who participated in this book?"

White stood up first, and when he turned around, he found that everyone else was standing in place...

White waved his hands at them and greeted them enthusiastically, "Come on!"

All the ghosts: "..."

Several ghosts moved their steps one after another, sensing that Ji Zhaoran was in a bad mood, and his movements were so difficult that they seemed to be about to go to the execution ground.

Ji Zhaoran slowly looked at the ghosts with different shapes in front of him, and smiled slightly: "Tell me about it."

A group of well-known figures in the underworld did not hesitate to expose each other:

"At the beginning, Xie Bi'an wrote it."

"Grandma Meng added it later!"

"The idea is from the bull's head!"

"The courier was sent by Lu Pan!"

Ji Zhaoran stroked the icy title page: "Okay, commit crimes collectively."

"..."

Foreboding that a catastrophe was imminent, the bull head who came up with the idea made a final struggle and asked weakly: "Hasn't Da Da's impression of you changed a lot?"

White hesitated to speak, and then said, "Yes, I made them up according to the quality of Da Da's liking."

There was no emotion on Ji Zhaoran's face, his face was cold and indifferent, his glazed white skin matched with delicate and handsome facial features, among the ghosts with different looks, there was a kind of beauty that could not be seen at a glance.

He glanced at White, and slowly raised the corner of his lips: "Are you sure?"

……

When receiving White's video request, Ning Zhi'an had just woken up and was opening the refrigerator to search for something to eat.

He clicked on the connection, only showing a small part of his beautiful chin, and reached for the yogurt on the top: "What's the matter?"

"Daddy, what do you think of the book I sent you this morning... ah."

White's voice was a little far away, as if speaking to him from a long distance from the receiver.

"Is there an afterthought?" Ning Zhi'an was amazed.He walked to the living room, sat cross-legged on the carpet, propped his phone on the coffee table, and stared at the screen strangely: "Why can't I see you?"

"I'm busy!" White said loudly, but after a few seconds, the familiar dead face appeared in front of Ning Zhi'an.

White showed an extremely ugly smile: "Speak quickly, Da Da."

Ning Zhi'an believed in White deeply, and without asking why, he cut to the chase and said, "This is too exaggerated. He is the ghost king of your underworld, not a street slut like you."

White's face contorted for a moment, but the ecstasy lock in his sleeve shook crazily, as if mocking.

White murmured: "Is it really an exaggeration?"

"Yes." He said as he tore off the yogurt package.

Ning Zhi'an carefully held the yoghurt cover in his hand, stretched out the tender red tip of his tongue, lowered his head and focused on licking it.There were yogurt stains on his lips, he licked them lightly, and his soft lips were covered with water.

He ignored the violent kicking sound coming from the receiver, and he didn't notice that White's face suddenly tilted and disappeared into the screen again.

The sweet and sour taste of milk infiltrated the mouth, Ning Zhi'an squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

"Primary school students don't write essays like this anymore."

He cites a few examples:

"To share the worries of the people, together with the ghost messenger, we cleaned up three tons of fallen leaves on the bank of the Wangchuan River... Can you tell me about your tree planting skills in the underworld, the northwest wind and sand may be very necessary."

"Helping the grandmother across the Naihe Bridge 27 times a day, does Ji Shaoran count his WeChat steps in the underworld?"

"Insist on diverting the traffic in the underworld, I am convinced, and so are the traffic lights."

White supported his waist, and reappeared with a grin. "Big..."

Seeing him like this, Ning Zhi'an couldn't help worrying about him, before he could let himself go, but now that Ji Shaoran is back, how can he be messed up like this.

He whispered in a breathy voice: "You'd better recall and destroy this book quickly, don't let Ji Shaoran see it, and don't let his wife see it either!"

White couldn't hold back, and secretly glanced to the side with extremely subtle eyes.

Ning Zhi'an was stunned for a moment, and suddenly had a bad intuition——

The cautious tone, the inexplicable question, the obviously guilty look in the eyes when Ji Shaoran was mentioned...

All kinds of unusual things are intertwined, pointing to a clear string.

Ning Zhi'an's eyes widened in an instant!

"You... Ji..." Ning Zhi'an was so frightened that he stuttered, wanting to cry without tears: "Is there next to you—"

Before the voice finished, the video was cut off directly.

……

Ning Zhi'an's eyes darkened, and he only felt that the road ahead was boundless.

He walked back and forth anxiously in the living room, recalling the details in the video, and couldn't help but diverge.

Is Ji Shaoran really there?Will he kill himself in the underworld in a fit of rage?Or put little shoes on him, let him be reincarnated as a chicken or a duck in the next life and be bullied by a big white goose?

The more he thought about it, the more annoying he became, Ning Zhi'an simply stopped.

Stretching out his head with a knife, retracting his head is also a knife, he will be a fool when he dies!

He picked up his mobile phone, and sent a questioning question to White, the ghost: Was Ji Shaoran by your side just now? !

Ning Zhi'an thought very bravely, but after seeing the word "um" in White's reply, he still couldn't help shaking his hands.

He trembled: What did he say?

White: He said that after you drink yogurt, you are not allowed to lick the lid.

???

What's wrong? !