Chapter 72 Little Brother Yama

Author: golden wind

"Sir! Why are you down here? Just leave this matter to us, you don't have to bother!"

The bull-headed horse-faced man thought it was some ignorant ghost who came to cause trouble, and was about to get angry. However, when he saw the person holding the baby, he was shocked and turned around, bending down and saluting.

"Beautiful brother, save me! These two monsters can pull out people's tongues, Yuanyuan is so scared!"

The bull-headed and horse-faced faces were terrifying, not to mention that they had just pulled out a person's tongue and their hands were still stained with blood.

Yuanyuan cried even harder when she saw them approaching. While crying, she hugged the little boy in front of her tightly and wiped all her tears, nose and nose on his clothes!

"Children, we are not monsters, we are minotaurs and horses, serious civil servants of the underworld!"

Niutou was short-tempered. When he heard the kid in front of him slandering him as a monster, he ignored the fact that he was still saluting and retorted directly.

"Wooooo! The bull monster is so scary!"

When Yuanyuan heard Niu Tou speak, she raised her head and glanced at him. When she met his bull eyes as big as copper bells, her little body trembled and she howled again, her tears falling even more fiercely than before.

"I told you I'm not a monster!"

Niutou heard this and was so angry that he exhaled from both nostrils. He was about to take out the underworld work permit certificate from his pocket, but was stopped by Ma Mian on the side.

"Why are you stopping me, Ma Mian? This kid slandered us as monsters. I want to show her my work permit!"

The bull's head was pulled by the horse's face, and he immediately stretched out his hand to push him anxiously, wanting to go forward and find Xiaotuanzi to explain.

"Didn't you see the little King of Hell holding that child? Moreover, the doll has strong yang energy. It is not a ghost but a human being! It must be the friend of the Little King of Hell in the earthly world!"

When Ma Mian saw that the King of Hell ignored them and carried Yuanyuan up the steps, he quickly pulled his silly partner aside and reminded them.

"Friends of the Little King of Hell? How can you make friends with such a fierce person?" Niutou was stunned when he heard this, and looked up at the two people above him in surprise.

The kings of hell in their underworld have also been passed down from generation to generation. The kings of hell have cold faces for generations. Just standing and doing nothing, the coercion emanating from their bodies can make the ghosts' legs tremble and they will take the initiative to kneel down in submission.

The old King of Hell of the previous generation retired two hundred years early, and the young King of Hell took over his position.

Although the little King of Hell is young, his cold face is exactly the same as that of his father, and his methods are also very fierce. There is no ghost in the underworld who is not afraid of him!

"Old cow! No matter how nonsense you talk, be careful with your tongue!"

Ma Mian's face turned pale when he heard Niu Tou's words. He was afraid that he would say something treacherous and hurt himself again, so he directly cast a spell to give him a silence order.

"Uh-huh!"

The bull's head was unprepared for the horse's face, and was caught off guard. He couldn't say a word and could only make a cow cry, which made the bull's face turn red with anger.

"Stop it, let's go quickly! Didn't you ask us to drag this sinner to hell? If we delay any longer, we won't be able to get off work on time!"

Ma Mian actually had the same doubt in his heart, but unlike Niu Tou, who was a fool, he knew what to say and what not to say.

So no matter how doubtful I was, I still kept my doubts in my stomach. After sealing the cow's head, I dragged him back to the male ghost and urged him to drag him down together.

"Stop crying, there is no one else here."

Niutou heard Ma Mian say that he couldn't get off work on time, so he hurriedly dragged the male ghost away with him.

When the bull-headed horse-faced man went down with the sinner, the little king of hell also carried Yuanyuan to the study at the back of the main hall.

My eyes were swollen from crying and my face was as red as an apple.

Upon seeing this, Little Hell put her down, waved away the ghosts inside and outside the room, then closed the door, took a plate of pastries from the table, and handed it to Little Tuanzi.

"Beautiful...brother, this...this is...what, what?"

Yuanyuan was still crying with her eyes closed, but suddenly she smelled the alluring fragrance coming from her nose. She immediately stopped crying, opened her eyes, took the plate, and asked with a sob.

"This is peach blossom cake, made by Liu Yuchu, known as the pastry master under Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty."

After the little Hades closed the door, he took off his heavy outer robe and took off his heavy crown.

After taking off his majestic official robe and crown, Little Hell also took off his cold face mask. Without caring about his image, he squatted down in front of Yuanyuan, reached out and took a piece of peach blossom cake from the plate, and put it on the table.

He took a bite on the edge of his mouth.

"Yes, but isn't the imperial chef the chef who cooks for the emperor?"

Yuanyuan was not at all as afraid as those ghosts outside. Little Hell blinked his eyes when he heard this, and spoke with disbelief.

Although she didn't know who Tang Taizong was, she and her mother watched a costume TV series played by her second brother at night, and the "Imperial Chef" happened to appear in it.

How could an ancient chef appear here and make peach blossom cakes for them to eat? My pretty brother must be a liar!

"Yes, he used to be the chef who cooked for the emperor, but now he is my chef!" Hearing this, the Little King of Hell threw the remaining half of the peach blossom cake into his mouth and raised his chin with some pride.

Liu Yuchu came to the underworld thousands of years ago, but at that time his father was still the king of hell.

Because Liu Yuchu made excellent pastries, he made an exception and allowed him to stay in the underworld as a chef to avoid the suffering of reincarnation.

And with the reform of the system, Liu Yuchu also took the examination for the establishment of the underworld, and switched from making pastries to his father!

"You're lying. How could ancient chefs live to this day? Mom said people can only live for more than a hundred years at most, so there's no way they can work!"

Yuanyuan was interrupted by Little Hell and couldn't bear to cry. She stood up and retorted.

When I was begging, I passed by a restaurant and saw a hundred-year-old grandmother celebrating her birthday.

That old woman had all her teeth lost and her hair was gray. She needed help when walking, and she was shaky when carrying things. She needed help with everything she did!

If people in ancient times lived to this day, several of them would be a hundred years old, and if they could still work, wouldn't they have turned into monsters?

“Isn’t my pretty brother also a monster?!”

Thinking of monsters, Yuanyuan suddenly thought of the cow monster and horse monster that just pulled out people's tongues. She immediately didn't even dare to eat the cakes, put the plate on the ground, took two steps back with some fear and looked at Xiao Yama.

"I am not a monster, I am the King of Hell, and this is the Palace of Hell, the underworld." Hearing this, the little King of Hell stepped forward, reached out and pinched Xiaotuanzi's little face and said.

"My beautiful brother is the King of Hell?!" Yuanyuan's eyes widened in surprise when she heard this, and she couldn't help but exclaimed "Wow".

She listened to Brother Xiaohu telling stories about gods and ghosts, and knew many legends about the underworld.

There are many ghosts in the underworld, but the Lord of Hell is the biggest!
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