After wiping the saliva from his hair again, Wen Liang, the god of travel, finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Qiao Kun, that's enough!"
He yelled and punched out.
Not to be outdone, the sixteen little people rushed forward with a roar, covering Wen Liang's whole body.
The one who inserted eyes was inserted into the eyes, the one who choked was choked, the one who picked out the crotch was picked out... I was very busy for a while.
The seventh and eighth masters looked at each other and barely held back their smiles.
The soul-calling flags and mourning sticks came out to help the night-wandering god deal with the day-wandering god.
"Wen Liang! You are lawless. What crime do you deserve if you attack a colleague in front of the court?"
Seeing that he was about to suffer a loss, Riyushen immediately turned into a black smoke to get rid of the entanglement and ran to the four judges.
"Gentlemen, black and white are impermanent, and the night wandering gods have united to oppress the humble, please let me make the decision!"
The Blessing Lord of the House glared at Riyushen coldly, and said loudly.
"Okay!"
"You are like the Yin Commander of the underworld. How can you behave like this? You should all go back to your seats and sit down!"
Xie Qiye chuckled and grabbed Fan Baye, who was still angry.
"I humble my duty and obey my orders."
Night Travel God Qiao Kun snorted coldly, first clasped his fists in salute to Zhong Kui, and then said to the Day Travel God with a smile.
"Wen Liang, you can't yell at me, and you're no match for me in a fight. Why don't you reincarnate yourself when you're such a waste!"
"Bah!"
After saying that, he twisted his little face arrogantly, and the sixteen little figures reunited and returned to their seats to enjoy tea with their eyes closed.
He no longer looked at Wen Liang, the travel god of Japan, who was so angry that his whole body trembled.
After the farce ended, the senior officials of the Underworld returned to business again.
The fish gills and the bird's beak looked at each other and both came out in line.
"Four lords, what the humble god of travels, Erjue, says makes a lot of sense."
"Not interfering with things in the world of the world and obeying the laws of nature have always been the foundation of my underworld."
"This rule must not be abandoned easily!"
"If... if the battle between the Perfect Man and the Liangzhu Dead involves other living beings, then it is fate... We, the Underworld, will work tirelessly to attract the souls of the dead!"
As soon as these words came out, the most mysterious Ghost King Commander among the top ten evil commanders also came out.
I saw this "person" with a bare upper body, red hair and fangs, and a demon-suppressing bell in his hand. He looked ferocious and ferocious, looking like a yaksha ghost.
When he speaks, his voice is like a bell, making the eardrums of others ringing.
"My lords, your humble position is like a fish's gills, but your beak is right!"
"Life and death are determined by destiny, wealth and honor are in the sky. Every living being has its destiny. I, the Yinsi, should not be involved in the cause and effect!"
"Otherwise, once we take the lead in breaking the rules, will others be able to follow suit in the future and interfere in human affairs at will?!"
"And once my underworld is involved, how can the bluestone coffin that has buried half of the world, and the beast gods who have come all the way from ancient times, stand by and watch?!"
"This..." The Ghost King's words left Xie Qiye and others speechless.
Because the meaning of the existence of the underworld is to maintain the order between life and death.
They can secretly participate in some small things, but they cannot blatantly let others take advantage of them.
Because once you "take sides" publicly, the consequences will be unpredictable.
Moreover, the cause and effect involved between the bluestone coffin and the beast god was so great that the entire underworld had to treat it with caution.
Seeing this situation, after the four judges discussed it for a while, Lord Cui spoke calmly.
"Since everyone can't agree on the same opinion, let's put this matter aside for now."
"Now let's go back to our posts and handle our official duties!"
On the other side, in the deaf mother-in-law's courtyard.
Wang San, wearing a coarse cotton coat, sat at the stone table with his deaf mother-in-law.
Because he was worried that Hua Jiu would be difficult for his party, the old man had not eaten for two meals.
"Mom, your daughter-in-law just made the shredded pork noodles for you. Eat it while it's hot. It's delicious!"
Wang San was like coddling a child, carefully serving his mother.
The deaf mother-in-law looked at her filial "silly" son with a happy smile on her face.
He stretched out his wrinkled hand and gently touched Wang San's head.
"Silly boy, bring it into the house and give it to Xiaoyue. Mom can't eat it."
"Hey, the witchcraft hasn't been resolved yet, Liangzhu is here again, I don't know how Xiaojiu and the others are doing..."
Speaking of Wu Shang, Wang San suddenly remembered the "backup" he had buried, so he quietly pointed his finger to the sky.
The old exercise book that recorded all the secrets of the witchcraft family suddenly fell from the sky and landed on the snow next to the deaf mother-in-law with a pop.
Wang San pretended to be surprised: "Oh mother, a treasure fell from the sky?!"
(Don’t blame the wise king for being mentally retarded, please stay tuned for the next chapter!)