I’m Actually a Bigshot

The two looked at each other and smiled.

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Someday after a long, long time.

The bell on the top of Mingshan rang, and the gate of the Temple of Death was completely opened for the first time.

The crowd in black uniforms stood solemnly, watching the two persons in charge of the Temple of Death slowly move forward.

Everyone in the underworld knows that the other half of His Royal Highness Death comes from the edge of the underworld, and is also an indispensable role in the reform of diplomatic relations in the three realms. With the efforts of this adult and his companions, the ghost town at the entrance of the underworld is no longer a place of judgment, but a transit point for guiding the dead into the underworld.

The ghost town still exists, but it no longer picks and chooses the dead.

Every dead soul is eligible to enter the underworld. After all, whether it is life or death, everyone's fate is only in their own hands.

Among the onlookers near the Temple of Death, Zhu Sha, the former builder from Ghost Town No. 666, stood side by side with Wen, the builder of the Heaven Realm. "At that time, I didn't expect that Mr. Zhu Sha would use that mirror to contact me. It was really unexpected." Wen Shenjun looked at the two people who walked out of the Death Temple slowly, but the words in his mouth were addressed to Zhu Sha. "I didn't expect that what I conveniently used as a wire winder turned out to be Wenshenjun's treasure." When Zhu Sha and Wenshenjun stood together, they couldn't adapt, and seemed to feel very awkward. "Hundreds of years ago when I first came to the Underworld on business, there were no computers in this world, so all I needed to build the world were paper, pens and paints. At that time, the world in the painting was a world of its own. , can also be regarded as the predecessor of the construction of the world." Wen Shenjun looked at the cinnabar thoughtfully, "But I didn't expect that the cinnabar stone that was accidentally dropped at that time would become a builder." "Even if it is all cinnabar, it is not necessarily It's the same piece, please don't guess, Wenshen-jun!" Zhu Sha tied up her messy red hair, made a face at Wenshen-jun, then turned and left. "If I'm wrong, why should I always wait at the entrance of the underworld?" Wen Shenjun muttered to himself, shaking his head helplessly.

In the human world far away from the underworld, a man with a serious expression sat on the sofa in an ordinary apartment with Su Ye's missing body, looking at a somewhat different TV screen in front of him.

The large TV screen of more than 70 inches was not any human program, but a live broadcast from the Temple of Death. "After Qingxing went out to work, although he called back every day, but..." Miss Su Ye leaned on her husband, "Why don't you let the child come back for dinner tomorrow?" "As long as you like it."

The man took a sip of the fruit tea made by his wife, and continued to look at the TV screen in front of him.

When all the camouflage was removed and Su Qingxing put on formal clothes, he stood beside the boy who was the god of death, whether it was the long silver hair that was no longer hidden or the appearance that was 70% similar to his mother...

It reminded him of the scene when he first met Su Ye.

At that time, when he was young, he came to the underworld for the first time because of a mission, so he hated this world without sunlight, and always felt that all living and dead things here were uninteresting.

But at this moment, a blue light appeared in front of him.

The visitor smiled sweetly. "You look boring, why don't I tell you a story?" "..." "Our family is very good at telling stories. I grew up listening to the stories of adults. Do you want to listen to it?" "...Go to your clansman, don't bother me." "I'm already the last of the Qingxing Lantern clan, but if someone is willing to listen to the story, they will be very happy no matter where they are." "Get lost!" "I'm leaving now, but if you keep going, you're going to get lost." "...Come back." "How about listening to a story?" "Why?" "Because you looked really lonely just now Ah. My name is Su Ye, and I am the guide at the entrance of the underworld." "Yes."

... "My husband, thank you for being willing to accompany me." Su Ye's missing body cuddled tightly to her husband.

At that moment, he seemed to have an illusion, and even felt that he felt the warmth from the missing body... He couldn't even tell whether the other party was the missing body or something else.

Maybe Su Ye never left him alone.

The human world, the underworld, the heavenly world... The three worlds are involved in every thread. After the unexplained civil war in the underworld, His Highness the God of Death defeated all the self-reliant leaders in the underworld, and truly stood on the top of the underworld mountain with his beloved one.

Still not many people know that the reason His Highness the God of Death climbed all the way to the top is simply to keep a promise made in childhood.

When everyone was looking forward to the honeymoon trip of the two masters of the Temple of Death, they didn't know that the next stop of the two adults was just an ordinary human world, an ordinary dilapidated apartment. "Are you sure you have really mastered the essence of instant noodles?" "Don't worry, I brought tomatoes this time." "..."

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