The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

"boom--!"

The gate of Hades Hall was pushed open forcefully, and after many years, Wu Ya finally stepped into this palace that couldn't see even a ray of light.

The red candle was not lit, but it was particularly dazzling in the dark palace, Wu Ya's words trembled, "Yue'er."

He wanted to blame, but when he saw the sedan chair looming behind the altar, he shook his head and didn't speak any more.

Fang Cun raised his head without hesitation and asked, "Is that my mother?"

Wu Ya nods

"What about Mrs. Yan from Qingyunpu? She also said she was my mother."

A trace of disgust flashed in Wu Ya's eyes, and he replied: "That crazy woman is imagining every day, no matter whether you ignore it, Ayun is your biological mother."

"Scumbag with a human face and a beast's heart." Fang Cun sarcastically threw the broken arrow in his hand at Wu Ya's feet, turned his head and took Gan Ting's hand, "Let's go."

Gan Ting looked up at Wu Ya intently, his eyes trembling slightly, the reverence in his heart made him loosen up, he uncontrollably moved a few steps towards the jade gentleman in front of him, lifted his robe and knelt down, "Greetings to the emperor."

Fang Cun was full of astonishment, and suddenly pulled him up from the ground, "What are you kneeling this beast for?"

Although he was pulled up by Fang Cun, Gan Ting still slightly saluted Wu Ya.

Wu Ya nodded slightly, "I heard that Yue'er has always been stubborn and neglected his job. All these years, because of Yue'er, your parents have wronged you."

Fang Cun didn't want Gan Ting to recall the past, so he took a step forward to block Gan Ting and said, "You're too backward from what you've heard, I've already corrected my evil ways."

Wu Ya seemed to be out of place, so he asked Gan Ting very kindly, "Since you've come to the underworld, why don't you stay here for a few days."

Gan Ting nodded, "Okay."

"No." Fang Cun resolutely refused, and pulled Gan Ting, "What's the matter, what is there to live in in this underworld."

Wu Ya didn't care about the size, and ordered: "Clean up a bedroom for the little Tianzun, remember to be clean."

"Yes." The three-eyed legless monster bowed his head to accept the order, suddenly thought of something, and asked in a low voice, "Then... what about Your Highness?"

"Just clean out another firewood room next to the sleeping hall." Wu Ya thought for a while, but still a little uneasy told Gan Ting, "It's best for you to separate during the Ghost Festival."

Gan Ting raised his head and wanted to say something, "But Dijun..."

"It's for your own good."

With just one sentence, Gan Ting stopped talking and nodded slightly, "Yes."

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Fang Cun was even more startled, he said so much Gan Ting refused to listen to a word of persuasion, Dijun's words directly made him behave like a little rabbit, the most important thing was that his little rabbit seemed to be abducted by this beast.

Seeing that Fang Cun's expression was not good, Wu Ya was very satisfied, "Let's go, Ah Ting."

Fang Cun became irritable in an instant, "Ah Ting is your name?!"

Gan Ting seemed to have lost himself in the sound of Ah Ting, and regardless of Fang Cun, he jumped into a rage and walked away with Wu Ya in a daze.

"Ah Ting! Little Tinger! Gan Ting!" Fang Cun wanted to catch up, but the three-eyed legless monster moved in front of him to block the way, and then more and more monsters blocked him, instead of letting him go forward, they pushed him past him. Push back.

Until Fang Cun's body was squeezed by them and knocked over the altar behind him, the tribute was scattered all over the floor, and the porcelain plates were also scattered all over the floor.

Fang Cun finally yelled, "Does Pluto give you face for robbing people in broad daylight?!"

The three-eyed legless monster was unmoved, and laughed and said: "The little demon has long reminded His Highness not to provoke the emperor easily. Even if he is the king of the underworld, he is also respected by the six realms. It seems that the little celestial god also admires the emperor very much. That's why he was easily abducted."

"Get out." Fang Cun struggled, and those little monsters stopped him with strange green lights all over their faces, not allowing him to move a step.

"Don't make me beat someone."

The little demons suddenly burst into laughter, "Who doesn't know that you are a weakling, Your Highness, there are so many of us, what do you use to fight?"

Fang Cun was ridiculously silent now, looking back, he picked up the ever-burning red candle on the ground and waved it indiscriminately, charging forward like a cow seeing the red cloth.

"Your Highness is killing ghosts! Killing ghosts!"

The emperor's sleeping hall is not as gloomy as the Hades hall, it is as quiet and elegant as the palace of the fairy world.

It is rumored that the emperor has always been strict with himself, lenient with others, and methodical in dealing with things, but the son born of such a god is actually a heartless and stupid dog.

Thinking of Fang Cun's amused day-by-day shaking of his head, Gan Ting couldn't help but lower his head and let out a snicker.

Wu Ya was aroused by his inexplicable smile, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Gan Ting immediately sat upright and shook his head.

Don't hold back when seeing him, Wu Ya simply said generously: "It's okay, just tell me if you have anything to say."

Gan Ting lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then seemed to have made up his mind after a long time, raised his head and asked, "Is it really the custom to force people to sacrifice these days when the emperor is the king of the underworld?"

Wu Ya's eyes were slightly startled, and he smiled far-fetchedly, "What do you think?"

Gan Ting lowered his head, "Father told me that in the battle between immortals and demons, it was the emperor who fought with his body to preserve the peace of the six realms. Consecration, if you say that you forced women to sacrifice, I don't believe it."

Wu Ya smiled helplessly: "If Yue'er was half as sensible as you, I wouldn't have such a headache."

"But Dijun." Gan Ting changed the subject, and asked with sharp eyes, "Who is his mother?"

Wuya was stunned, and sighed when he came back to his senses, "Of course it is Ayun. Back then, Ganlu saved Yue'er from Ayun's hands, and was always looking for a way to extend his life. I learned that the best way to extend his life is to use people to extend his life." Then, I got pregnant with you."

Wuya looked directly at Gan Ting with clear eyes, trying to catch the strangeness in his eyes.

Gan Ting just quietly waited for him to speak.

"Ganlu was afraid that Yue'er could not be taken care of well, so she temporarily entrusted Yue'er to Yuyan. Unexpectedly, the woman was crazy and paranoid, and refused to return Yue'er to Ganlu, and even secretly sealed his spiritual power and hid him in Chang'an Sun's house. years to find."

Wu Ya put down the teacup in his hand, and continued: "At that time, Yue'er was already stubborn, and after returning to the heaven, he was even defiant. I heard that he often made things difficult for you, and wronged you."

"Dijun doesn't have to be like this. No matter how wronged you are in those years, it will be over." Gan Ting asked, "However, how does Dijun want him to celebrate the Ghost Festival?"

Wu Ya sighed, got up and approached slowly, and comforted him: "You have worked hard all these years, take a good rest, this time, I will help him suppress."

"You can't go in, you can't go in!"

"Stop him quickly, hey!"

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The earth-shattering noises outside the door, mixed with the miserable cries of the monsters, came and went, endlessly.

Through a door, Fang Cun's panting voice could be heard, "Why can't I go in."

The mobs were beaten to the point of crying, "The emperor wants to teach the little Tianzun some spells, and you won't be able to understand them even if you go in!"

Fang Cun scolded angrily: "Who said that! Don't look down on others."

The little demon cried, "Ah! Stop beating me, I don't want to die a second time!"

"Bang." The door was unceremoniously pushed open.

Holding a red candle in his right hand, Fang Cun defended against people and ghosts, and came here through thorns and thorns all the way, wanting to reason with Wu Ya.

Wu Ya glanced at Fang Cun with great interest, deliberately raised his hand to caress Gan Ting's hair, and gently rubbed it, "Go."

"Yes."

Fang Cun was greatly shocked, and threw the red candle towards Wu Ya viciously, "Get off your pig's paw!"

Gan Ting reached out his hand to easily block the smashing red candle, put it on the desk, saluted Wu Ya, and turned to leave.

Fang Cun quickly grabbed his arm, "Ting, where are you going, Ting?"

Gan Ting raised his eyes lightly, "Aren't you trying to hide from me? As you wish."

"I won't hide from Ah Ting, let's go, I swear I will never go west if you say anything."

Gan Ting didn't want to listen to his nonsense, brushed off Fang Cun's hands, and strode away without looking back.

"Ah Ting, Ah Ting!" The small heart couldn't take it anymore, and chased after him wanting to cry without tears, not forgetting to turn his head and curse.

"Old thief Wuya! This feud is irreconcilable!"