I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

Ning Zhi'an was dazzled by the sweet talk, and followed Ji Zhaoran into the gate of hell in a flash of his head, only to realize that he became timid after stepping in.

The ghost gate stands toweringly, glowing with a cold and stern streamer, exuding an aura of life-threatening.

He was almost hanging on Ji Zhaoran, chattering in his ears.

"Ji Zhaoran, whoever goes to a tourist attraction is not confused, you have to introduce it to me, or you can give me a map, if you can't, you can call White?"

"Ji Zhaoran, you will let me go back, Yangjian needs me to build, you know that?"

"Ji Zhaoran, why is your body hot?"

Ji Zhaoran gave Ning Zhi'an a sideways glance, with a bit of care in love: "The road you walk is called Huangquan Road, and the living will never return."

Ning Zhi'an showed nervousness, but his thoughts were very open: "Why don't you carry me on your back."

The author has something to say:

Like serving his ancestors, Ji Zhaoran raised his arms to support him.

Ning Zhi'an exclaimed, "Where are you touching?"

"Then I let go."

As soon as Ji Zhaoran's arms were loosened, Ning Zhi'an immediately fell like weightless. He quickly hugged the other party's neck: "My villain's heart has passed the king of Hades to the belly."

The back in front of her chest was wide and strong, and Ning Zhian clung to it softly: "You are the first person to carry me. My father didn't want me and my mother when I was very young. I don't want to make her suffer."

Ji Zhaoran's throat was astringent, and just about to say something, he heard the person on his back waking up like a dream: "Forget, you are not considered a human being."

Ji Zhaoran is used to Ning Zhi'an's weird logic, but he really doesn't understand: "How do you do it, it's like swearing."

Ning Zhi'an trembled and secretly laughed twice, Ji Zhaoran understood: "On purpose?"

The Yellow Spring Road is paved with bluestone, flat and neat, not as gloomy as Ning Zhi'an imagined, but it's a little strange.

"Ji Zhaoran, why can't I see ghosts?"

"They're too noisy," Ji Zhaoran said stingily, "I must be surprised to see you."

"When you come to the underworld, you won't let me go to hell and take you back as a souvenir?" Ning Zhi'an asked.

Ji Zhaoran made him take a deep breath of anger, and after a while, Ning Zhian saw the sun in front of him, and the world changed again, on both sides of the road were bustling ghosts, walking in groups of twos and threes.

Seeing Ning Zhi'an with a sharp eye, he took out his eyeballs and wiped them clean in disbelief, then put them back in again: "My God, the unemployed little star is coming to the underworld!"

Today's Ghost Festival, originally there were many ghosts going back and forth on Huangquan Road, this voice instantly attracted the attention of countless ghosts, and almost all the ghosts rushed towards Ning Zhi'an like a tide: "Big Daddy, you really love us !"

"Have you brought the film emperor to the underworld? Da Da really has the ability!"

"You have the skills to control your husband, you don't even need to walk yourself, you have to let the film king carry it on your back."

"Is the unemployed little star going to write a novel about the underworld next time? Is he here to pick up the wind?"

Looking at the dense and enthusiastic group of ghosts, Ning Zhi'an was stunned, but Ji Zhaoran turned the person on his back very calmly: "Don't you say a few words?"

Ning Zhi'an cleared his throat with difficulty: "Ji Zhaoran is afraid of ghosts, please don't scare him."

Ji Zhaoran: "..."

"Oh, that's great." The group of ghosts seemed to really not know Ji Zhaoran's identity, and they gave way very considerately: "The film emperor eats and drinks well, save it for the party later."

A group of ghosts stared at them lovingly, and some were taking pictures. Ning Zhian buried her face on Ji Zhaoran's shoulder in shame, and asked with warm cheeks after a while, "Why don't they know you?"

There are too many ghosts who know Ning Zhi'an, and it's hard to guarantee which one won't tell the truth. Ji Zhaoran is afraid of scaring people away, so only a few cronies know his identity in Yangjian.

But this can't be said to Ning Zhi'an, otherwise it will definitely be said to have ulterior motives.

"If you were the president of Wancheng, wouldn't you want to keep it a secret?" Ji Zhaoran asked casually.

"I don't want to," Ning Zhi'an said firmly, "I must dress ostentatiously every day and go to every floor to inspect."

Ji Zhaoran smiled: "Then I'll give you Xinyue, you go and inspect it."

"What do you mean?" Ning Zhian turned pale with shock, "Don't talk to me in a tone of confession."

"I..." Ji Zhaoran paused, trying not to throw him down: "I'm too busy."

Ji Zeli, his father in the mortal world urged him to take over the family's company. In the underworld, he hasn't returned for a long time, and he has piled up a lot of things. Xinyue was founded by him alone, and it's just right for Ning Zhi'an to be a dowry.

Ning Zhi'an didn't take it to heart, and quickly forgot about it. He looked at the scenery of the underworld in amazement. After crossing Huangquan Road, the underworld slowly spread out in front of him. It was not as dark and rundown as he had imagined, with buildings and palaces , there are many well-preserved ancient buildings, which appear strange and harmonious in the unclear light.

Ning Zhi'an was pleasantly surprised: "The construction of Underworld is much better than I imagined."

"I lead well." Ji Zhaoran said without changing his expression.

"Don't brag, you went to Yangjian to stay for more than 30 years." Ning Zhi'an was smart again at this moment: "This building must not have been built for more than 30 years."

He patted Ji Zhaoran on the shoulder, wanting to play in the field, and stared curiously at the snacks on the street: "Can I eat this?"

The stall owner recognized Ning Zhian, and enthusiastically gave him all the food on the stall: "Da Da regards the underworld as his own home, don't be polite!"

Ning Zhi'an thanked him with big and small bags in his arms, but was dragged away by Ji Zhaoran: "You dare to eat things from the underworld."

Ning Zhi'an was embarrassed to admit that she was greedy: "I don't want to do as the Romans do."

He didn't expect the underworld to be so big, and just saying hello to the passing ghosts along the way made his mouth dry. He asked Ji Zhaoran, "Where do you want to take me?"

"tired?"

Ning Zhian nodded, and suddenly received a message from White: "Big Daddy, the celebrity surnamed Shen has arrived home safely! He asked me to tell you that your great success today is inseparable from the flowers he swayed. This is more than a great kindness. Remember it forever."

He was led away by Ji Zhaoran while replying the message to White. He didn't notice that the ground under his feet suddenly shortened. When he finished sending and raised his head, he was already standing beside the endlessly flowing Wangchuan River.

On the Naihe Bridge, Lu Pan and Niutou turned their backs to them, and they were holding up the unlucky ghosts who passed by at random. The unlucky ghosts wailed: "The errands are using public favors for personal gain, who can save the ghosts!"

"Don't make noise, don't make noise, you can leave after three more trips." Niutou took out his mobile phone, stretched his arms and pointed the camera at the unlucky ghost: "Come and have a good laugh, you have to give the leader——

A familiar face appeared in the lower corner of the screen unexpectedly, and Niutou was so shocked that he almost threw his phone into the river in fright.

The person on the screen stood with the handsome boy next to him, raised his lips and teeth, and silently said a word to him: Go to the Palace of the King of Hell and wait for me.

"Moomoo!" The bull head was so frightened that he couldn't speak human words.

Ning Zhi'an didn't understand, so: "Why do you have to help ghosts cross the bridge of Naihe?"

"They made up a book on their own initiative and sent it to you." Ji Zhaoran reminded: "It's the one where you said I looked like a sneaker."

Ning Zhian glanced sideways at him: "There is no need to emphasize it."

"I just let them do the things I did in the book every day."

No wonder... Ning Zhi'an asked again: "Then what did you punish White for?" Why was White the one in charge of counting and shaking the tree?

"He supervises the work." Ji Zhaoran raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "You taught me how to do things in your dream, didn't you mean that if I put on shoes for him, would my wife be unhappy if she found out?"

What a shame, the wife is actually himself.

Ning Zhi couldn't hear him, so he swaggered away.

The Hungry Ghost Festival party is held in the city of vain death, and most of the city of vain death is the ghosts of violent deaths, and the appearance of the wheel is good enough to walk sideways in the entire underworld.

Ning Zhi'an was embraced by Ji Zhaoran, and it was not easy to add up all the ghosts in his sights to form a complete set of people. When they saw Ning Zhi'an, they screamed in shock: "My God, Da Da is more beautiful than the photos."

Ning Zhian nodded calmly. He collected a lot of red envelopes from White and distributed them to the passing ghosts one by one: "Thank you everyone, have a good year."

"My God!" There was a long-tongued ghost who pulled the outline of the red envelope and looked left and right: "This is the seal of the Palace of the King of Hell. Is ours also a big book fan?"

Ji Zhaoran nodded: "Indeed."

The ghost in the underworld more or less imitated Ning Zhi'an, he stuck out his tongue, and whispered to his companion: "What's the matter with the actor, he knows about our ghost king again?

The party has already started, Ning Zhi'an dragged Ji Zhaoran to the front row, White was acting as the host ghost, saw them from a distance, waved the microphone and said: "Master, where are your seats!"

... Now that it's all over, the whole audience is in commotion, Ning Zhi'an dragged Ji Zhaoran to a trot all the way, only to rush to the seat without any danger.

"Everyone be quiet!" White patted the microphone: "Listen to me and continue hosting."

White has already pretended, you will often see unemployed starlets in the future, and Qi Ye will not be the host for you after he is promoted!

"This wronged seed, I swept the leaves with Granny Meng the day before yesterday, shaking all the fruit trees in front of my house bare!"

"He brought a few ghost messengers to guide the traffic, so why did he steal the traffic lights?!"

Ning Zhi'an couldn't listen anymore, and whispered to Ji Zhaoran, thinking she was fair: "I think you still can't spoil White."

"I'm not used to him." The court was too noisy, Ji Zhaoran said to him face to face: "Then I'll punish him to lock him up later."

"It's Chinese New Year's Eve, let him be happy for two days." Ning Zhi'an still loved White: "Let him put the traffic lights back first."

The city of vain death can't see the sun, the light is extremely dim, and the whole venue is illuminated by red lanterns. The horror is much more real than ghost movies.

White didn't know that he had fallen out of favor with the queen. He interacted with the venue in a happy manner, calling "Xiao Hei" for a while, and turning the bull's head show into a real cow for a while.

The bull head is very temperamental, and he really improvised on stage, chasing White all over the field with a hard horn on his head.

The audience burst out laughing, and Po Meng came to the rescue wearing a cheongsam, and the party continued.

The ghosts of the underworld can sign up for performances by themselves. Ning Zhi'an watched the hanged ghost hanging in the center of the stage singing rap, singing excitedly and shaking his head to interact with the audience; When he was nervous, he burst into water, and slipped a group of female ghosts alive. When the dance music ended, he was the only one left in the C position, and the other female ghosts were all bone-bonding.

From being surprised at the beginning, he went to do as the Romans did, applauding enthusiastically with a group of ghosts, his cheeks stained red with excitement: "It's wonderful!"

The climax of the party was Fan Wujiu singing "Go Home and Have a Look". Fan Wujiu doesn't like to talk, and he is the more stable one among all the errands. All excited.

Fan Wujiu has no skills in singing, and relies entirely on emotion. Facing Ning Zhian in a heart-piercing cry, Fan Wujiu sang sincerely: "Lead the child, often go home and have a look... accompany the lover, often go home and have a look .”

Fan Wujiu stared at White and thought calmly: let Ji Shaoran go back to the underworld, White is already preparing to imitate his mother-in-law and tattoo "Armor Warrior" on his body.

After Fan Wujiu finished singing, White came on stage gracefully like a female star: "Today is an ordinary Ghost Festival, but also an extraordinary one, because today, we have invited the unemployed starlet that everyone loves!"

There was a ghost screaming in the audience.

"Let's invite the unemployed little star to speak on behalf of Yan Wangdian!"

???

Ning Zhi'an didn't expect to have his own affairs, but after White said so, he wouldn't deliberately spoil the fun, and walked up to the stage to say a few words of blessing.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but the voice was too low, Ning Zhi'an couldn't hear it.

"Yan Wangdian hasn't shown up for so many years... Is it not because of any reason, only Yan Wang and his wife can show up?"

"The film king is so young...is he so green?"

"Maybe the actor is here to show his sovereignty, the actor really loves him."

"I felt something was wrong when I was giving out red envelopes. It's really worthy of us being the boss who made such an excitement under the eyes of the actor."

"Hey, he chases him and he chases him, it's too big to fly without wings."

After Ning Zhi'an finished speaking, White suddenly hurried onto the stage: "There is an urgent message, the ghost sitting in seat 14, row 7, Hades asked me to tell you, pay attention, you are chatting too excitingly under his nose!"

The whole audience was silent, a group of ghosts looked at me, I looked at you, and even looked up to the sky, but they couldn't find where that one was.

After White finished speaking, he grinned dog-legged and obsequiously, and asked Ji Zhaoran, "Do you have any other instructions?"

The whole audience fell into a sluggish, dark wind blowing, and the whole city was as silent as death.

Ji Zhaoran took big strides towards the one that was hard to fly.

"Dismiss!"

That night, Ning Zhi'an stayed in the Palace of the King of Hell, he saw everything new, ran up and down many times, Ji Zhaoran looked for someone like a hide-and-seek, caught someone with his front foot, and let him sneak away with his back foot.

Ji Zhaoran was so annoyed that he grabbed a tie and tied him to the chair.

Ning Zhi'an stared at him suspiciously: "I suspect you've wanted to do this a long time ago, otherwise you wouldn't be so handy when tying my wrist."

"It's not too late to find out now." Ji Zhaoran sneered.

Ning Zhi'an was not afraid, and even shook the chair back and forth: "Ji Shaoran is robbing a boy from a good family!"

He swayed so hard that he almost turned over, and Ji Zhaoran had to support him on the back. He wasn't so tired when he was the king of Hades.

Ning Zhi'an weighed his feet, moved the chair slowly, leaned over to Ji Zhaoran and asked, "How did you become the King of Hades?"

"Whoever can beat him should be." Ji Zhaoran said it lightly. Although there are many gentle ghosts in the underworld, there are also evil ghosts who have committed countless crimes in their lifetime. Such ghosts cannot be reborn, and they suffer in hell. Shocking them, the yin and yang worlds will be in chaos.

"Then how old are you?" Ning Zhi'an leaned in front of him: "What did you look like?"

The other ghosts in the underworld looked like they were dead, but Ji Zhaoran looked like a living person, Ning Zhi'an couldn't help being a little curious.

"Do you want to see?" Ji Zhaoran loosened his tie and rubbed the red marks on his wrist.

There are countless years after his death, Ji Zhaoran really can't remember clearly, he only remembers that he was 26 years old when he died.

He tried to be safe in everything before, afraid that Ning Zhi'an would find out that he was Ji Shaoran in the future, so he would not see him in Ji Shaoran's face.

"I was the one you saw in the dream." Ji Zhaoran said.

"I can't see clearly at all!" Ning Zhi'an sat in his arms, using the speaking skills he learned from the underworld sister: "Don't worry, even if you are an old man, I won't..." Ning Zhi'an shook violently: "Old man Forget it, or you can use this face."

Seeing Ji Zhaoran's sullen face, Ning Zhi'an was shocked: "No way, don't scare me."

Ji Zhaoran made him so angry that he didn't want to speak, his originally handsome face suddenly changed slightly as if he had pinched the bone and traced the skin.

The person in front of him has a seven-point resemblance to Ji Zhaoran, but his face is younger, and looks more gloomy and refined, his brows and eyes are haughty, like a cold and arrogant sword.

Ning Zhi'an was stunned, and asked: "You can change your appearance as you like?"

"Both are my faces, of course."

Ning Zhi'an thought about it for a while, and hugged his flesh softly in his arms, and said happily: "It's so exciting, I feel like I have two boyfriends."

Still want to talk about two?

Ji Zhaoran was silent for a while: "Want to find excitement? I can also let you meet my different age..."

He opened his lips, and uttered two words in Ning Zhian's ear, Ning Zhian was so scared that he wanted to run away on the spot, but Ji Zhaoran pushed him back into the chair.

"From eighteen to now," Ji Zhaoran pushed his knees against the edge of the chair, trapping him on it.

"How old do you want to start?"

I was defeated, so this is the only way to go, woo woo woo my first time, I wanted to write a little bit better, but I didn't expect the lock to trick people!