daily work in the underworld

Mao Shi.

The area around the underworld was still covered in dense fog, but Xie Bi'an had already woken up. He glanced at Fan Wujiu who was still sleeping soundly with his pillow hugged beside him. Jura kicked the quilt away a little.

Today Zhong Kui said that he wanted to bring Li Gui back. He had to take care of the hell and make preparations. By the way, he asked the judge to file a report and report it to Lord Yan Luo.

time.

Fan Wujiu woke up leisurely, dazedly touched the slightly cold bedding around him, and woke up sleepily.

He touched the clothes that Xie Bi'an had put on the chair beside the bed, and after putting them on, he casually pulled out a belt and put them on.

The ghost messenger didn't need to eat, so he took the lock and prepared to go out.

Yesterday Zhong Kui sent a letter asking him to go to the human world today to help catch evil spirits.

time.

Xie Bi'an has been busy in Luofeng Mountain for half a day.The incense in the world is just established, and the ghost energy on Luofeng Mountain is also affected, and it is always easy to cause some strange things.

Lord Yan Luo has been busy negotiating with Tanlang Lord in the heavens recently, and has no time to take care of it, so the heavy responsibility of managing the underworld falls to Xie Bi'an again.

Holding the lonely ghost back into the umbrella, Xie Bi'an saw the thick fog gradually dissipating, thinking whether Fan Wujiu woke up, whether he had already gone to hell.

At that time, I have to find Po Meng anyway, so I might as well drop by to see Wu Jiu.

noon.

Panting heavily, Fan Wujiu endured the churning ghost energy in his body, and found a shady place to avoid the sun.

Not far away, Zhong Kui also dragged a cloth bag that was still jumping in a very embarrassing manner. The ghost in the bag was obviously not bad at cultivation, and he was injured by the demon-slaying sword, and he was still able to toss, which made the two of them suffer from underestimating the enemy.

"Fortunately, you're here, Lao Fan." Zhong Kui slammed the cloth bag with the hilt of the Demon Slayer Sword, trying to calm him down. "If you hadn't bitten his hand, I wouldn't be able to handle it."

Fan Wujiu didn't want to pay attention to him, but used the soul fire to open the way back to the underworld.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no other way, he wouldn't want to hug the ghost, it was just a helpless move.

What's more, every time he devoured the ghosts, the aura of those ghosts would easily remain in his body.He didn't like it himself, and Xie Bi'an didn't like it either.Afterwards, Xie Bi'an will use various methods to replace that strange smell with his own ghostly aura.

The result was very good, but sometimes Fan Wujiu couldn't stand it.

"Let's go." Fan Wujiu stood up while supporting the tree trunk, and jumped into the entrance.

Zhong Kui followed closely behind and kicked the bag into it.

not yet.

Xie Bi'an inspected a circle of prison cells, and after making sure that all the escaped ghosts had been captured, he walked slowly to the well of death.

Granny Meng boiled another pot of strange soup, which smelled pungent and had a hot color, but no one dared to drink it.

Seeing that Granny Meng was busy, Xie Bi'an patiently waited beside her for a while.

After all the ghosts left, he asked, "Have you seen Wu Jiu?"

Granny Meng shook her head: "No, he hasn't been here today."

Xie Bi'an frowned, and wanted to ask something, but suddenly heard Zhong Kui's call not far away.

"Come and help! Old Fan vomited! That arm ran away! It's coming towards you!"

Shen time.

Xie Bi'an held the ghost who was still struggling in the bag with one hand, and stepped on the arm that was still trying to rebel, with a gloomy expression.

Not far from him, the sitting judge felt a chill for no reason. He rubbed his hands, as if this would warm him up.

Sitting on the seat, Maharaja Yan Luo frowned and looked at the still jumping Li Gui and Xie Bi'an with a gloomy face.

Fearing that the bull-headed and horse-faced face would not be able to suppress this fierce ghost, Xie Bi'an personally sent the ghost, which had been torn apart by him with the jade bone umbrella, to the cell.

Zhong Kui hid behind the pillar, looked at Xie Bi'an's face, and secretly said to Tanlang Jun who was standing aside: "It's a good thing you're here, otherwise the ghost may not be the only one lying there."

Tanlang Lord glanced at him, turned and left.

Unity time.

Today's ghost messengers all gathered in front of the oil pan, looking at the ghosts suffering in the hot oil, they all felt sorry for each other.

They swore that it had been a long time since Master Bai Wuchang was in such a dangerous state.

But this time, he personally supervised the execution, and all the ghosts around were trembling.

After that, the prison in the underworld was considered peaceful for a while.

But Xie Bi'an didn't care about this, after confirming that the punishment was fine, he immediately went to Po Meng's place, and took Fan Wujiu who was still nauseated back to the small courtyard.

After taking back the soul fire, Fan Wujiu's ability to swallow ghosts gradually weakened with the completion of his soul fire, so naturally he couldn't swallow ghosts as unscrupulously as before.In addition, this time this ghost has a special ability, Fan Wujiu couldn't hold it back, he vomited it all up, it was a bit of a pain.

Po Meng was forced to throw away the half-boiled soup, and boiled herbs for healing.She was very upset, but because of the urgency of her injury, she could only do this first.

Zhong Kui wanted to pick up a bowl of decoction, but she immediately kicked him out.

"You're not as badly injured as Lao Fan, so recover yourself!"

Xu time.

Fan Wujiu fell down, but his work had to be done by someone else, so Xie Bian took over and changed shifts with Niutou Mamian.

There is no need to go on patrol or anything else, this time Fan Wujiu is seriously injured and needs someone to accompany him, but these two things really can't help with the paperwork, so Xie Bian can only take him back to the yard and deal with it slowly.

After drinking Po Meng's bitter soup, Fan Wujiu fell asleep and didn't even wake up when Xie Bi'an brought him back.Now that the effect of the medicine wears off, he gradually wakes up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Xie Bi'an who was still dealing with errands while the candle was lit.

Xie Bi'an's long hair was loosely tied with a wooden hairpin, and he wore a black coat.Hearing the movement, he took the medicine and walked towards Fan Wujiu who was still lying on the bed.

He didn't speak, he supported Xie Bi'an with one hand, and put the medicine bowl to Fan Wujiu's lips calmly with the other.

Lao Xie was angry, Fan Wujiu thought, and he didn't know what to do.

But he still drank the medicine first.

This time the medicine was not so bitter, as soon as it entered the throat, it turned into warm spiritual power and rushed to the wound, which made Fan Wujiu's aching chest feel much more relaxed, and his frowning brows also relaxed a lot.

Xie Bi'an took the medicine bowl, touched a maltose from the tea tray on the side, and stuffed it into Fan Wujiu's mouth.

Fortunately, it shouldn't be too difficult to coax, Fan Wujiu thought happily.

Hai time.

Fan Wujiu was already sound asleep, he rolled into the bed with the quilt in his arms.And Xie Bi'an has just finished processing all the records, ready to wash up and rest.

He looked at Fan Wujiu's restless sleeping position and sighed.

After simply washing his face, Xie Bi'an blew out the light and lay down under the blanket.

This time Fan Wujiu was on his chest, so he didn't sleep on his side like before, but lay flat on his back.He seemed to feel the familiar breath around him, and subconsciously wanted to turn over and approach, but he grunted because of the pain and was forced to lie flat.

Xie Bi'an lowered his eyes, lay down on his side, gently wrapped his arms around Fan Wujiu's waist, and brought him towards him.

Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

child time.

Both Black and White Wuchang slept soundly, they just changed their positions.

Fan Wujiu completely moved into Xie Bi'an's arms, and Xie Bi'an used it as a cushion.

ugly time.

Fan Wujiu woke up once at night.He felt that most of the wounds had been healed by Soul Fire, and the pain in his chest was no longer so painful. Turning over should not be a big problem.

So he turned sideways quietly, and pulled the quilt from himself to Xie Bi'an.

Although Guixian should not catch a cold, but the habit cannot be changed.

Yin Shi.

The fog in the underworld gradually dissipated, because Lord Yan Luo had already woken up.

He called Zhong Kui to help, and let a black and white Wuchang who was injured and had been busy for more than half a month without a rest rest for a day.

Mao Shi.

Xie Bi'an's habitual routine made him wake up at this moment, and the first thing he did after opening his eyes was to check on Fan Wujiu's injuries.

Fortunately, Fan Wujiu's soul fire had worked hard to mend the wound last night, and Granny Meng's healing decoction was also very effective, so it should be considered all right.

Xie Bi'an was a little distressed, but also a little helpless.

Ever since becoming a ghost messenger, Fan Wujiu's injury has become a common occurrence.He is used to it, but Xie Bi'an still feels uncomfortable.

The temper last night was not so much that he felt that Fan Wujiu didn't pay attention to his body, but rather that he was angry that he hadn't completely helped Fan Wujiu solve the problem of swallowing ghosts, so that he could reduce backlash when he had to use his strength.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that Fan Wujiu woke up too.

Fan Wujiu looked up at Xie Bi'an's sharp profile, couldn't help but tugged on his sleeve, and kissed him.

"Don't be angry," he said, "I'll just pay more attention next time. At worst, I won't need this ability anymore. This time, the ghost rushed so fast that even the Demon Slayer Sword couldn't stop it, and I didn't have time to use the chain. Swallowed half his hand."

Xie Bi'an nodded slightly, expressing that he knew.

It happened that the will-o'-the-wisp drifted in outside the window, bringing a message from Lord Yan Luo.

Xie Bi'an asked the will-o'-the-wisp to return to his life, but he didn't get up.

He lowered his head, and lightly bit Fan Wujiu's lips, leaving a slight mark.

"I'll let you go this time, and when you're ready, we'll settle the score together."