My Hot Pot Restaurant in the Underworld is Officially Open for Business

The Yama King should not and cannot do such things.

In the heart of Hou Tu, he was nervous and worried about the prosperity and long-term stability of the underworld every day. In the end, King Yama, whom she valued most, did such things, slapped her in the face.

After the anger, the Five Emperors filed an application, and the Hades of Hells became ten, and the Hades of Hades had ten.

The entire underworld expanded on a large scale, and there were a lot of people who had come and go, but it was scattered all at once, making it seem quite empty.

After that, King Yama came to apologize.

In this scene of apologizing in the dream, King Yama still maintained a gentle posture for many years, and Hou Tu was full of anger and turned into helpless bitterness. Finally, he said what he didn’t know, and he couldn’t figure out what was agreed...

Houtu only remembers that King Yama was watching her deeply, as if he could see the earth in the desert.

In those gentle eyes, there is a great universe.

Then Qin Lingjun woke up.

She was too emotional and woke herself up directly.

The sky is still that brightness, and the ground is still covered with sand, sweeping across the circle, there is nothing new. Qin Lingjun looked inexplicable, wondering why he had such a dream.

It's not that she is the mother of earth.

Qin Lingjun smirked, and then felt...

It is really possible.

"People are unlucky to a certain extent, and it may be the protagonist of the opening." Qin Lingjun soothed himself, "It's not a big deal, it's not even a big deal."

A person who didn't register the time of death in the book of life and death, she felt that her fortune was stolen.

Except for life and death, all are trivial matters.

Qin Lingjun took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and found that the time had not changed at all, and the battery level was the same.

She sighed quietly and put her things away.

When she got up, she randomly chose another direction, and started walking aimlessly, until she returned to the place where she had stuffed the napkin.

Still can't get out.

Qin Lingjun sat on the ground and then lay down again.

To say that she has no image, it is not.

She stayed in this inexplicable place for so long, no matter it was her hair or clothes, there was almost nothing messy. Even the makeup on her body is intact at the moment, and there is no sign of fainting.

With nothing to do, Qin Lingjun started poking the soil again.

With a finger poke, a hole in the ground.

Poke two fingers, two holes in the ground.

Qin Lingjun was slightly annoyed, and his small fist hit the ground.

According to the structure of the sand, a fist hammers on the sandy ground, and the only pain is that hand. Only slow movements can make the sand and gravel escape and sink the fist.

However, something terrifying happened.

The ground in front of him seemed to be disturbed by a fist. Before he touched it, it sank into a fist-sized groove, avoiding Qin Lingjun's fist.

Qin Lingjun was slightly taken aback, looking at the land with a look of confusion, not understanding what was going on now.

Why did it sink?

She retracted her hand, and looked at it carefully.

Small, white and tender, and made a beautiful pink nail art. I have done the hand mask countless times, and the calluses that I can't get rid of so far are the one on my right middle finger, which is worn out by learning to teach and hold a pen all the time.

These hands look just like her, exquisite and beautiful, and they haven't done much heavy work.

Qin Lingjun looked strange, looked at the groove on the ground that was trying to shrink, and put his hand over.

The small groove stopped shrinking.

Qin Lingjun dropped his hand to probe, and before he touched the sand, he saw that the groove had expanded a bit.

"Well--"

Qin Lingjun looked at this situation thoughtfully.

Could it be that this place went out, not by the road on the ground, but by the bottom?

How can I go underneath?

Qin Lingjun clenched his fists with both hands, tentatively slamming underneath.

The small groove gradually increased, and after a while, it had the size of a deep basin.

Qin Lingjun deduced the stress, the size of the hole, and the speed of restoration in his head. He felt that it was easy to dig a hole, but how to ensure that the surrounding sand would not be refilled after she went down.

In case her heart beats so much, and if she turns around and bury herself alive, it will be over.

Qin Lingjun took out his mobile phone and started doing math problems.

How big is the size of the hole to make the hole shrink so fast that she can penetrate the sand below to find a way out, and at the same time, she can return to breathe the air in time when she can't find the exit?

She was born with this material, and after a while, she got the answer.

The depth of the bottom depends on the size of her hole.

A beautiful girl, in order to escape the inexplicable place here, took off her shoes, hummed and started to dig the ground.

I don't know how long time has passed.

Qin Lingjun is tireless and dare not stop, opening his way out a little bit.

The original small groove became bigger and bigger, and the opening became more and more obvious.

Qin Lingjun even noticed that the speed of sand recovery was getting slower and slower, and later it was almost so slow that she couldn't notice it.

But she was not sure if it was true that the sand recovery was getting slower and slower, or was it because the volume of the groove was so large that her naked eyes were not enough to observe such a reduction in scale.

It would be great if it could be modeled and tested.

Qin Lingjun missed the days of owning a computer.

She didn't dare to sleep, she didn't dare to rest, for fear that as long as she rested, her work would start to reverse.

"I knew that there would be such a day, I would not come to worship any Yama." Qin Lingjun was rather wronged.

No matter how the excavation work does not require Qin Lingjun to touch the sand, it is still boring and boring.

Qin Lingjun saw the groove in front of him, ranging from burying her whole person, to burying ten of hers, and burying her in the back without knowing how many.

After digging until the whole person was in the pit, Qin Lingjun accidentally hit something with his hand.

She raised her eyebrows lightly and reached out to dig out what she had touched.

It's a wooden box.

A wooden box was hidden under the sand.

The carved lines on the wooden box are exquisite, which is a valuable item at first glance. This kind of heavy craft product, even if it is produced by machine, is not low in price now.

Without hesitation, Qin Lingjun reached out and opened the wooden box directly.

The box is filled with nylon cotton. On top of the nylon cotton, there is a bead of butter oil, which looks very beautiful.

Most yellow gemstones on the market are transparent enough, but many of them are not too particular about cutting and cannot refract light well, so they always feel a glassy feeling. But this round yellow bead is different, it is glowing a little, that is the light from itself.

It's not like amber.

This bead does not know why, it looks soft.

It's like... the softness of pudding.

Looking at the beads, Qin Lingjun unexpectedly wanted to eat.

She closed the wooden box and persuaded herself: "Don't eat, don't eat, no matter how much people die, they won't be able to eat beads."

Advise yourself, Qin Lingjun first stepped on the sand wall and climbed out of the pit.

She tried to crawl out, looking at the big hole from top to bottom.

The efficiency is much lower than imagined.

Qin Lingjun couldn't help sighing again.

Since being locked in, the number of times she sighed has risen sharply, and she couldn't help sighing from time to time.

She placed the wooden box in her hand next to her shoes.

Just after putting it down, Qin Lingjun was thinking about opening it again to look at the yellow beads in the wooden box.

This strong thought could not be suppressed at all, so that Qin Lingjun's body did not straighten up, and he opened the box directly, admiring the yellow bead in the wooden box again.

How could this be?

Qin Lingjun stared at Huang Zhuzi for a while, then he was dazed for a while, reflecting on himself.

She frowned, feeling that the bead was not right.

very beautiful!

Want to eat!

No, no!

How can the beads be eaten?

Not edible!

I want to eat!

Qin Lingjun shrank his hands, took a step back, and looked at the beads in front of him vigilantly.

This bead is hooking her!

Just taste it, if you can’t bite, just spit it out!

Qin Lingjun's consciousness was confused for a moment, his hand moved forward again, grabbed the bead, and then quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

The bead melts in the mouth.

After regaining his senses, Qin Lingjun opened his eyes wide, his expression stunned.

She was flustered and wanted to spit out what was in her mouth. How would she spit out what could be melted?

Who would eat this kind of food indiscriminately? !

Qin Lingjun spit out his tongue twice and found that there was no way to deal with the situation, and finally chose to give up.

It's... terrible.

Qin Lingjun was depressed and didn't even want to dig the soil.

Even if you are trapped here, I don't know what it is after eating.

How did that happen?

Qin Lingjun was so wronged that he wanted to cry.

She picked up the wooden box angrily and threw it back into the pit: "Go to hell!"

The wooden box fell into the pit, making a slight rolling and striking sound until it fell to the deepest point, slowly being covered by the surrounding sand.

Outside the pit, Qin Lingjun took out his mobile phone and began to write a small article about the sentiment.

A small article similar to the last words.

Until he was tired, Qin Lingjun fell asleep again without knowing it.

There is a follow-up to the previous dream.

My best friend came to work here in Houtu and took a name called Po Meng.

She and Po Meng communicated everything about the Dao of Heaven and the future of the underworld. Po Meng worried that the Asuras would eventually go to extinction. Does the birth of a race have to usher in its complete demise?

Houtu felt that Meng Po was worried not only by the Asuras, but also the last phoenix in the world.

This phoenix may die anytime, anywhere.

Maybe this is love.

Just love, in the eyes of heaven, is too fragile to withstand its random toss.

After discussing with a close friend, Hou Tu quietly made a plan.

They silently observe the reincarnation of the human race, speculate on the laws of the heavens, and try to find the omissions that can be earthshaking from the increasingly perfect laws.

Finally one day, Houtu found it.

"Between heaven and earth, transcend the six realms and find your own way to avoid the prying eyes of heaven."

The evolution of the Tao of Heaven has also confined itself within the law.

"The Tao of the world always has Taos that can be formed without relying on the Tao of Heaven. These Taos are like a ray of purple air that escapes, a ray of vitality between the heavens and the earth, transformed into various forces, and exist everywhere."

Po Meng said, "As long as I find the ray of life that belongs to me, I can turn the game against the sky."

Houtu nodded in response.

The two sides said a few more words, and then separated.

I got the news again that Po Meng was reborn.

With the news of reincarnation, only Hou Tu knew that her best friend had given his life back to Heaven.