After Disappearing For 20 Years, I Return As The Most Powerful Heavenly Master

The bad old man said, and poured wine into King Yama's teacup:

"Drink more. This wine is not cheap. Since it has been opened, I will drink it all today."

"It is indeed not cheap." King Yama was not polite and drank half the glass of wine he had refilled: "It's good wine. Where did you get it?"

He didn't answer the question that the bad old man asked Zhang Ze.

The bad old man didn't mind and said with a lewd smile:

"Stolen."

"..." Just as he was about to drink the remaining half glass of wine, King Yama suddenly stopped and stared at the old man.

The bad old man's smile at this time was very vulgar and smiling.

King Yama was silent for a while and did not put down the tea cup in his hand. He looked at the old man for a while. Although he did not ask verbally, he seemed to already know the origin of the wine.

"Are you addicted to stealing the wine from the gods?"

"What you are saying, is that stealing? How could such a powerful being like us do such a thing? I am borrowing it, and I will return it later."

The bad old man grinned and showed his white teeth:

"And this is not our dear Lord Yama. How can he come here empty-handed?"

He spread his hands and shrugged:

"It's not like you don't know that a lot of the good things in my hand have been stolen by Xiao Zeze, so I can only borrow some from others. Drink quickly, don't be polite to me."

The courtyard of Yama Hall is quiet, with unknown flowers planted, and fish that exude the aura of death in the pond.

Paired with the blood-red full moon in the sky.

The scene is full of the colors of the underworld.

King Yama is sitting on a stone chair in the courtyard, adding an underworld divinity to this scene. The only discordant thing is that the old man and King Yama are drinking the other's stolen wine.

It makes this underworld color more humorous.

now.

In response to the old man's warm invitation to continue drinking, King Yama glanced at the wine glass in his hand, and finally picked it up and drank.

"Your strong words are just like Zhang Ze's. You can always find some excuse. If the other party comes to your door, I won't take the blame for you." He said to the old man after drinking.

"Don't worry, the other party won't dare to come to your door." The old man said casually, with a casual tone, but King Yama could hear the confidence in his tone.

If anyone else told him that, he would definitely slap him in the face, or snort to show that the other person was arrogant.

The gods He spoke of.

That is a true immortal, one who ranks among the immortals. The stories and names can be found in folk myths.

A person who dares to say that he stole something from the gods and the gods don't come to him is simply arrogant.

But the target was changed to the bad old man in front of him.

King Yama did not think that he was talking nonsense or boasting about Haikou, because he knew that he was capable.

Subsequently.

After the two sides chatted for a while, the old man poured another glass of wine for King Yama, who picked it up and put it in front of his mouth to drink.

But he paused slightly the next second and said:

"I did go to see your Zhang Ze seven days ago."

"Oh? We really found him." The bad old man said without surprise: "What did he do to allow you to find Xiao Zeze?"

Subsequently.

While drinking, King Yama told the story of why he went to find Zhang Ze.

"You can change your fate against the will of heaven, no wonder." The old man said and laughed out loud: "Each one of Xiao Zeze's destined people is really more troublesome than the last, but there is nothing we can do about it. Who can let him meet the evil star in the sky? There are people who have to move."

Immediately afterwards.

Before King Yama could open his mouth to pick up the old man, the old man flipped his palm and found another bottle of wine with the word "Maotai" written on it.

"No wonder Xiao Zeze asked me to give you some gifts. That's what love is all about. Come on, come on, be a little careful."

The bad old man handed over the bottle.

"You still have it?" King Yama did not take the wine, but raised his eyes to look at the old man: "Did you steal more than two bottles?"

"Yes." The bad old man didn't mind, and raised two fingers: "I stole two boxes."

"..."

King Yama was silent. He didn't know how to complain about the old man. He didn't intend to continue the topic and said instead:

"Zhang Ze is looking for you?"

"Looking for it. It was my birthday two days ago. Xiao Zeze gave me a birthday gift. When he learned that I was in the underworld, he asked me to give you a gift."

When he mentioned his birthday, the bad old man suddenly became excited and said with joy:

"The birthday gift Xiao Zeze gave me this time was very cheap, but it was quite interesting."

As he spoke, the light flickered, and with a clang, a simple Taishi chair appeared next to the old man.

"Curse?" King Yama saw the situation at a glance and frowned: "This material..."

"The materials are from the human world. I processed them and added thousands of years old locust trees and sycamore branches where the phoenix rests." Old Man Zao proudly introduced: "How about this chair? Isn't it fun? Do you want to sit on it? Try it?"

"..."

King Yama's eyelids rarely twitched, and he said leisurely:

"...You said you gave all the good stuff you had to Zhang Ze, but you still have a Phoenix sycamore branch for me to sit on. Are you sure you are thanking me for the gift for Zhang Ze, or are you trying to kill me?"

Phoenix, one of the four mythical beasts passed down from ancient times in Daxia, controls the south, one of the four directions.

No one knows whether King Yama's eyelids twitched because some of Phoenix's sycamore trees were taken away, or because the Grand Master's chair was modified by a bad old man so that even the gods could curse him to death.

The Taishi chair is no longer a human being.

"How dare I kill you? You are going to die. If I die in the future, who will I ask to extradite me to reincarnation?" The old man laughed and waved his hands: "It's okay. I can control this curse. How about it? If you like it, , I’ll give it to you.”

At this point, he came up and said:

"It just so happens that after so many years in the Eighteenth Level of Hell, it's time to update the torture. This Taishi Chair is pretty good. How about it? If you want it, I'll sell it to you at a low price."

"This is not Zhang Ze's birthday gift to you. Are you sure you want to sell me out? Aren't you afraid that Zhang Ze will say something about you?" King Yama raised his eyebrows and did not refuse immediately. He glanced at the Taishi chair.

"Hey, what do you want to say? It's not the first time he's nagging me, a bad old man."

The bad old man said it nonchalantly, and then sighed:

"Originally, when Ozawa gave me a birthday gift, he wanted to give me something that could kill me. It's a pity that this thing is so easy to find. If you can use it in the underworld, you can take it and give it to Ozawa. A little bit of evil."

"He has no use for his evil deeds." King Yama said coldly and defensively: "Zhang Ze cannot die."

"That's true, Xiao Zeze must not die. If he dies, the underworld will be in chaos, haha." The old man said meaningfully after hearing this.

finally.

King Yama thought for a while and finally decided to buy the Taishi chair.

No one knows why King Yama bought the Taishi Chair. Perhaps it was because the Taishi Chair could add torture to the eighteen levels of hell. After all, even gods could be killed. Perhaps it was because the Taishi Chair was expensive and he wanted sycamore branches.

Then I bought the Taishi chair.

King Yama and the old man also finished two bottles of wine.

The bad old man burped and said, "It's getting late, so I won't disturb your work. I see there's already a long queue."

"The trial can be left to Zhong Kui." King Yama glanced at the old man: "Do you have something to do?"

He didn't think that the old man's words were a reason to leave. If he really didn't want to disturb him, he wouldn't have carelessly come over at this time.

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