"What what what?"
Accompany the King of Hell to study
Russell was so frightened that he stumbled over his words and couldn't even finish them. He seemed to be extremely shocked. How could the King of Hell, who had lived for millions or tens of millions of years, still have to go to school
…
this…
"Of course it's not the Great King of Hell, but the Little King of Hell. He is just two thousand years old this year, which is about the same age as you."
The judge explained in detail, "The Great King of Hell is a little tired of being the King of Hell, so he wants to retire and live a leisurely life with the other Kings of Hell. He wants the Little King of Hell to inherit his position, but the Little King of Hell is too young and needs to go to school."
"But the little King of Hell is only two thousand years old after all. The King of Hell is afraid that the little King of Hell will be deceived outside, so he plans to select a trustworthy person from the underworld to accompany the little King of Hell to school."
The judge's eyes fell on Russell. "We in Maoshan are people of the underworld with a good family background. If you go to study with the little King of Hell, I guarantee that you will be promoted to a higher rank in less than ten years."
"Within a hundred years, you can be promoted to the next level."
"In three hundred years at most, the little King of Hell will master magical powers and inherit the throne of King of Hell. By then, you will be a close relative and will naturally be able to ascend to the throne and inherit my position."
"I'm tired of judging cases every day. If there was no one to take my place, I would have retired long ago."
The judge kept chattering here, and glanced at Russell, with an invisible murderous aura condensing here.
"You know what I mean, right? You're not going to slack off, are you?"
"No, no."
Russell laughed in his heart, you are so noble! You are so great! You want to retire, but you let me take care of the mountain
"Work hard. Among all the disciples in Maoshan, I am most optimistic about you!"
"I'm going to school with little Yan Wang. The school he's going to is the best church. The teacher might even be Daluo!"
"You have to seize the opportunity when the time comes..."
Daluo is a teacher
The King of Hell is a classmate
Can you become a judge in three hundred years
Russell swallowed his saliva reluctantly. He suddenly felt that he might break Sun Wukong's record of promotion.
It took Sun Wukong several hundred years to become the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, and more than a thousand years to become the Fighting Buddha. I have been a judge for only three hundred years... It seems that there is no comparison...
"good!"
Russell had no intention of rejecting this huge pie that fell from the sky. There were millions of people competing for the next level of City God. How many years would it take for me to be promoted to Judge
It makes me sad just thinking about it.
Moreover, you can't just go up there. Each carrot has its own hole. If a carrot wants to go up there, it must first have a hole. And who knows how long that carrot can grow.
Just like the previous King of Hell, he only sat there for a few million years...
"Grandmaster, I suddenly have a small question?"
Luo Su thought of something at this time, "The underworld is so big, and there are so many major sects, how could such a thing happen to Maoshan?"
It’s not that he underestimates Maoshan, it’s just that this matter is too lucrative.
It's just like the ancient emperor who was planning to choose playmates for the prince. They were all different, each with their own unique magical powers, and the one who was willing to break his head would be the one to get in.
Although Maoshan is a relatively powerful force, it is still difficult to grab this position among the many sects and gods and Buddhas.
How is this done
Did the ancestor go to sell his ass
“Boom!”
Russell had just thought for a moment when his head was hit with a thud. The judge looked at him unkindly, and then his body turned into a shadow and disappeared. The remaining sound slowly remained in the hall, "That's because you are a human being, a living person."
"Little King of Hell is afraid of ghosts, it's that simple!"
A living person, with high cultivation, young, and of good family background. As soon as these conditions came out, people from other sects started cursing. Why don't you just recruit people by name
Why do we need to conduct secret operations
Damn it, is there any Taoist priest in his twenties in the world
Russell was completely dumbfounded. The King of Hell is afraid of ghosts. This...
How strange!
"Why is the King of Hell afraid of ghosts?"
"You should ask the monkey about this..."
The voice gradually faded away, "Remember, I'll give you the last three months..."
A black light flew over and landed directly in front of Russell. It was actually a blade of grass, swaying on the ground, with layers of ice already formed inside.
This is…
Six Yin Grass
Russell couldn't help but look delighted, this was something that Uncle Simu had asked him to do, he didn't expect that Grand Master Judge would also pay attention to it.
He waved his hand, and the Six Yin Grass slowly flew into his palm. A feeling of coldness came over him, and then gradually subsided.
Compared to the Six Yin Grass, Russell was still thinking about what his ancestor had just said.
"Little King of Hell..."
"Fear of ghosts..."
"Need to go to school..."
"It's all the monkey's fault..."
The image of a cute girl flashed through Russell's mind. Although he was the King of Hell, he was frightened by the Black and White Impermanence and screamed loudly. He walked around the eighteen levels of hell and his legs became weak.
The reason why the monkey was blamed was because when the monkey made a big fuss in the underworld, it frightened the little King of Hell. As the King of Hell, he was afraid of ghosts. Rather than saying it was a ghost, it would be better to say that it was a monkey who killed people everywhere among the ghosts...
"It can't be such a coincidence..."
…
While Russell was deep in thought, the Judge had already returned to the underworld and saw the Black and White Impermanence greeting him.
"Mr. Judge, have you found the person?"
"Everything is arranged."
"That's great. We must arrange for someone we can trust to accompany the king to school. We must go to the Heavenly Academy to learn some magical skills. Otherwise, how can we be the king?"
Bai Wuchang was sighing, his expression full of worry, because he had watched the little King of Hell grow up.
"Where's the king?"
When this was mentioned, Bai Wuchang coughed a little embarrassedly, "I scared him just now."
Judge: …
It’s another day when the King of Hell faints from being frightened by Bai Wuchang…
He also had a look of helplessness on his face. It was really a pity to have to deal with such a cowardly King of Hell.
"Can't you walk a little louder, wear nicer clothes, and dress like a normal person?"
"Mr. Judge, you make it sound so easy." Bai Wuchang looked resentful, "We are ghosts. How can ghosts make any sound when they walk?"
"I've been living like this for so many years, I'm really not used to you asking me to walk..."
The judge could only wave his hand helplessly, "Forget it, just hold on a little longer. In half a year at most, the people I arranged will be here."
"How old? What's your cultivation? Is he talented? What's his nature like? Don't lead the king astray."
Bai Wuchang is really suitable to be a nanny. Maybe he is the one. When the old King of Hell is busy dealing with things, he takes care of the young King of Hell.
"Don't worry, he is the most talented disciple of our Maoshan. He is fifteen years old this year and his cultivation level is naturally that of a Heavenly Master."
"Hiss..."
Bai Wuchang took a deep breath and said, "A dragon is about to appear in Maoshan!"
"Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."
But the judge's smug look could no longer be concealed. "I still have to tell the king the good news, so I won't talk about it anymore."
As he said this, he walked into the room. Bai Wuchang stood there happily, but suddenly he remembered something. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a scream behind him.
“There’s a ghost!!!”
Bai Wuchang shook his shoulders helplessly. He had forgotten to turn on the light in the room. There was no sun in the underworld. The judge was wearing official uniform and walked quietly. He came to the bed. How could he not be scared
You wouldn't have thought that the King of Hell would sleep with the light on, afraid of ghosts...
Well, six months is still pretty fast.
Young man, I am Bai Wuchang, and I am keeping my eyes on you!
ps: Four thousand five hundred words today.
In a few dozen chapters, a new map will be opened - the Underworld, and the little King of Hell will be the heroine.