C2 I Am the King of Hell

The middle-aged man stared at the contract in my hands, dumbfounded.

After a long while, Sun Lao'er finally reacted. He muttered to himself, "Otaku, you brat, you've caused a huge mess this time —"

"What kind of disaster is this? Hurry up and return the 200 yuan to me. I'll immediately tear up the contract without any hesitation. You guys sign another copy." I said, holding up the contract as if to tear it.

Suddenly, a thunderclap came from the clear sky and struck the sign outside the store. All the glass in the store shattered.

This time, it was my turn to be stunned. The man in the suit I beat up staggered into the store. "Boss …" The two men in suits groaned at the middle-aged man. Then, their four legs went limp as they fell onto the ground. His back was covered in burn marks. These two were struck by lightning.

A more bizarre thing happened. In front of me, the two men in suits turned into two paper men. Two blue balls emerged from the paper man's body and floated in the air.

The middle-aged man slowly came back to his senses. With a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, he grabbed the two balls of light and put them into his pocket.

At this moment, how could I still remember the two hundred yuan. I stared at the paper man on the ground for a long time before letting out a blood-curdling scream. "Ghost!"

I reached for the door and tried to run out. Sun Lao'er gave the middle-aged man a meaningful glance, and the two of them pounced together, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me back.

I was dragged to the back of the shop. Just as they let go, they said, "I'll fight you two demons —" I waved the empty bottle in my hand.

That middle-aged man extended his hand to catch the bottle. I closed my eyes and swung the bottle over. This is an empty bottle, not an eight hundred kilogram sledgehammer. I don't think it's possible to deal with this guy in front of me who has no idea what it is.

Who knew that when the bottle smashed onto that guy's shoulder, it would be as soft as if it had been smashed onto cotton. Furthermore, that person was similar to the two paper men that were previously at the entrance of the shop. He hit the wall, bounced back and fell onto the counter, a good piece of the counter, and just like that he crushed it.

"This is the Magic Weapon …" Sun Lao'er's mouth was wide open so that a brick could be stuffed inside.

That middle-aged man got up from the ground and glared at me without dusting himself. He then laughed at Sun Lao'er, "Old Sun, I don't think I can become an official. This temple is too big, I can't tolerate it. "I will return to report now. You can settle this mess yourself."

After saying that, the man walked away without even looking at me, leaving behind a floor full of debris.

I was afraid that the BMW at the entrance would become a paper cart. If this guy drove a paper cart across Fanjiayuan, half of the people in this world would have a different view of the world tomorrow. Fortunately, after the roar of the engine, the guy disappeared.

Sun Lao'er shook his head, his face scrunched into a bitter melon. "Otaku, this time I've really been tricked miserably by you — —"

"Sun Lao'er, the two hundred dollars that you owe me should be repaid today, right?"

"Return your sister's money —" Sun Lao'er picked up the contract I signed from the ground and threw it in front of me, then roared at me, "Look at what you have signed!"

In one hand, I held the bottle, while the other flipped through the contract. The title on the contract read 'Hades', and below it was a line of small words, 'Heavenly Court Committee xx, 2013', and a number at the end.

I scratched my head. "Old Sun, what's this?"

"After signing this, from now on, you will be the tenth highest official in the Underworld — King Yama." Sun Lao'er's face was even uglier than his dead mother's.

"Stop bullshitting, just teasing me —" I shivered, as if the situation wasn't looking good.

The Sun Lao'er pointed at his nose and roared, "How could I have the mood to tease you? I am the ninth King of Hell. That guy was supposed to be taking over my class, but now you've snatched him away. "

"Nonsense," I cursed, but I lowered my head and believed him. It wasn't that this guy's words were too pleasant, but that I saw a guy in a black and white hat with a mourning stick standing in front of the store. The pedestrians on the street turned a blind eye to them. It must have been the two of them trying to trick them.

"Sun..." Large... "Great deity …" I said uneasily, "Do you think you can change your official position?"

"Someone else?" The Sun Lao'er roared, "Do you think that all the red-headed documents in the Heavenly Court are for nothing? "It is now the Law, the Law, the Law, and the Society."

Sun Lao'er continued, "After you signed this document, it has already been protected by the supreme ninth heaven, and even the Celestial Emperor wouldn't dare to change it. Just now, you had the intention of ripping the document apart, and already attracted the heavenly thunder. If he wanted to waste this document, then he would have to lure the Divine Lightning of the Nine Tribulations … At that time, not only will you be destroyed into ashes, even the earth will have a huge hole cut in it! "

I felt wronged. "Is it that serious?"

"Serious! "You still know how serious it is?" The Sun Lao'er continued to roar, "I was simply killed by you! If the Heavenly Court finds out, then it would be weird if I don't descend to the mortal realm! "

"Er —" I wondered. "Weren't you always in the mortal world?"

"Stop talking nonsense," Sun Lao'er looked at the empty bottle in my hand and asked, "What kind of Magic Weapon are you holding? is able to knock down Zhao Gongming and his two lackeys? "

"Zhao Gongming? That guy just now is the God of Fortune? " I asked in horror.

"That's right!" The Sun Lao'er continued to roar, "800 years ago, my Sun Lao'er and Zhao Gongming fought over the position of the God of Fortune because that old fellow dressed in clothes that was more respectable than mine and looked more respectable than me. It was hard to wait for 800 years, and finally, it's time for the Heavenly Court's cadres to take turns, and it's finally my turn, and with your snatching, Zhao Gongming will be able to go back and become a god of wealth. You've also become the King of Hell, and I'm hanging empty … " He looked up and roared, "My position as the God of Fortune!"

I couldn't hear what he was saying at all. I just muttered to myself, "I've died a terrible death. I've offended the God of Fortune. I've died a miserable death. I've offended the God of Fortune, so I'm destined to be poor for life …"

"He can't thank you enough!" Sun Lao'er waved his hand, using his fingernail that was filled with filth to point at the empty bottle in my hand. "Brat, honestly speaking, who exactly gave you the Magic Weapon in your hand?"

Hearing Sun Lao'er's words, my expression couldn't help but turn cold, and my mind was a little muddled. That's right, who gave this to me? Everything happened in a flash today. In the end, the scene fell upon the middle-aged woman who was hugging the dog. Remembering the faint trace of pride in her eyes when I left, I couldn't help but shout out, "I've been tricked!" F * ck, he was tricked by that middle-aged woman.

Zhao Gongming's fake smile immediately appeared in front of me and I understood, "This is a conspiracy! This is a political plot! " The two Black and White Impermanence stuck their heads in, but they didn't need to open the door as they stuck their heads in through the glass. At this point, I can only stir up trouble and sow discord. "It must be Zhao Gongming's scheme …"

Sun Lao'er slapped my head, "Screw your sister!"

"Great Immortal Sun, you must uphold justice for me!" From generation to generation, small figures like me would often become the political victims of big figures, and my end would often be miserable.

I had snot and tears all over my face as I explained in detail how I bought the wine, how I drank the wine, and how I came to this shop. could he not be Zhao Gongming's accomplice? "

Bullshit, he's the same as me, a third-rate deity. How could he give you such a huge sum of money to give you a High-grade Magic Weapon?" Sun Lao'er frowned as he looked through all the deities in the Heavenly Court.

The Sun Lao'er extended his hand in confusion, wanting to take the empty bottle from me to examine it carefully. However, the moment his fingers touched the bottle, it was as if he was electrocuted and was sent flying, crashing heavily into the wall.

I looked at Sun Lao'er in horror. Sun Lao'er crawled up from the ground and patted off the dust on his body, "Damn it, this thing is even stronger than Jiang Ziya's God Slapping Whip!"

I looked at the empty bottle in my hands and gritted my teeth. "This is a disaster!" He stretched out his hand and fell heavily on the ground. Don't blame me for crippling my own martial arts. This thing cannot be left alive. I don't want to wake up every day with a group of deities carrying their own magic treasures. Or maybe he was innocent and had a treasure that deserved his punishment. One night, a certain god who came to steal Magic Weapon was inexplicably beheaded.

The bottle landed on the ground, and the expected clear cracking sound didn't come out. Instead, there was a dull sound, and the bottle bounced up like a rubber ball.

I held the empty bottle tightly, tears brimming in my eyes as I held onto my nose that was once again bleeding profusely.

Sun Lao'er sighed, "Forget it, don't waste any time. Magic Weapon are so easily destroyed.

"What exactly is this thing?" I asked.

Sun Lao'er shook his head, "I don't know either, all I know is that they are definitely High-grade Magic Weapon s like the Apricot Flags, Spirit Breaking Whip, Sky Covered Seal, Jade Bottle, and Jingu Bang. Only the Bodhisattvas and those old monsters who have long ago left the world have them."

My curiosity was piqued. The rare moment of gossip had arrived. "Who's the old freak?"

Sun Lao'er was very alert, he rolled his eyes and glared at me, "What does it have to do with you?"

I asked, "Great Immortal Sun, what do we do now?"

Sun Lao'er continued to look at me blankly, "What else can you do? Be your King of Hell!"

My tears immediately flowed down my face. Even though I had a terrible life, I didn't want to die. "Great Immortal Sun, you have to save me. I don't want to die —"