Rabbit Heihei originally thought that the little adult was too easy to deceive. Heihei had already thought of his excuse and regained his freedom.
But thinking about the hairless ghost and the pen fairy who had probably turned into bastards, there were no more evil intentions.
It was trembling and shivering.
The four short legs collapsed and the whole little rabbit lay on the ground, scared to death.
"Little lord, I am guilty. Please don't remember my fault, little lord."
Zaizai raised his eyebrows and looked at it expressionlessly.
"for example?"
Rabbit Heihei was embarrassed, guilty, and scared, but he was even more afraid that he would also become a new kid in the wishing pool, so Ba Ba Ba explained.
"Sir, the reason why Xiao Zhan came to the manor is because of the fault of the three of us. It was the three of us who snuck out to play and took a fancy to the young general's golden nanmu coffin board. We relied on the young general's brain not long after it was unearthed. I didn't have much inspiration to trick it and take away the planks of its coffin."
The little red-haired zombie nodded angrily: "Yes! They... stole my... board!"
Then he added that maybe he didn't stutter this time because he was particularly concerned about it.
"It's made of golden nanmu!"
Huo Sijue clicked his tongue: "Golden nanmu? The rumored emperor wood?"
Huo Sichen was young and didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from getting the answer from his second brother's words.
It is this imperial wood that is so valuable.
It is estimated to be very rare!
Zaizai grew up in the underworld and has seen countless tombs where ghosts died. Generally, when royal families in ancient times reported to the underworld, most of them had this kind of imperial wood.
As times change, it is rare to see golden nanmu in recent years.
Zaizai blinked and looked at the little red-haired zombie.
"So you are royalty?"
The little red-haired zombie was stunned, turned his head and looked away, his stiff little fingers slightly bent and made a small sound.
"No...I don't know..."
The little red-haired zombie didn't seem to want to say anything, so Zaizai simply skipped it.
Even if the little red-haired zombie was a member of the royal family during his lifetime, she would not be surprised. There are special ancient imperial palaces in a corner of the underworld, specially built for those emperors whose merits and demerits during their lifetimes were difficult to judge.
Thousands of years have passed, and there are still many emperors around.
It's just a four-year-old royal family, not worthy of Zai Zai's surprise.
Huo Sichen suddenly remembered something.
"Then what...little zombie, where are your burial objects? Are they still there?"
Speaking of this, the little red-haired zombie lowered his head.
"They were all put in a big house."
Huo Sichen: "What does that mean?"
Huo Sijue understood instantly: "Museum?"
The little red-haired zombie was embarrassed: "Don't... recognize me?"
Zaizai suddenly laughed and patted the little red-haired zombie on the shoulder.
"Junior, so you are also illiterate?"
The little red-haired zombie was originally very ashamed, but when he heard the word "ye", he suddenly became embarrassed.
"Zai Zai... too?"
Zaizai is still laughing, very happy.
"Yes! I know ancient Chinese characters, but not modern characters, so I have to go to kindergarten."
The little red-haired zombie was ashamed. He lowered his head shyly, but he exerted too much force. After a scratch, his head, which had been in constant motion recently, was finally overwhelmed and fell to the ground.
Huo Sijue: "..."
Huo Sichen: "..."
Tu Hei Hei, who was lying on the ground and was suddenly hit on the head by a little zombie: "..."
His two front paws tightly covered his three-petal mouth, fearing that he would scream and offend the little adult.
It must be the most miserable bunny ever!
Zaizai picked up the little red-haired zombie's head and put it back on his neck.
"Do you want to ask Uncle Gu to fix your head?"
The little red-haired zombie hurriedly held his head and shook his head: "No... no need, I just... forgot."
Huo Sichen said with difficulty: "Then... how about... it's safer to sew it?"
Huo Sijue nodded: "Yes, after all, we are not the only ones in the family. We are almost immune, but Butler Luo and the others don't know."
The little red-haired zombie explained shyly and awkwardly.
"I... just bask in the moon... or... I don't want this head... that can... regenerate!"
Huo Sijue and Huo Sichen had expressionless expressions: "Awesome!"
The little red-haired zombie grinned stiffly and chuckled.
Only then did Zaizai remember the rabbit Heihei on the ground.
She picked up Rabbit Heihei and looked up and down.
"So Tu Hei Hei, you mean that the hairless ghost and the pen fairy deceived me?"
Rabbit Heihei nodded crazily: "Yes! They deceived you, little master, in order to reincarnate, but they also suffered retribution."
Zaizai was confused: "Retribution?"
Rabbit Heihei smacked his tongue: "Becoming a little bastard in the wishing pool, doesn't it count as retribution?"
Zaizai retorted mercilessly, and the little bun's face bulged and he was very angry.
"Of course it's not retribution, that's because I thought they were telling the truth and reborn according to their requirements!"
The corner of Rabbit Heihei's mouth twitched. Even if he guessed what the little adult thought, he still couldn't help but sigh when the little adult said it again.
"Then... the investment has been completed, and a new life has probably started."
Zaizai sneered, summoned the book of life and death from the sea of consciousness, closed his eyes and corrected the fate of the two newborn little tortoises.
The reincarnation pond was in a hurry when the two ghosts were reincarnated and forgot to feed the two ghosts Meng Po soup, so the hairless ghost and Pen Xian were reincarnated with the memories of their previous lives.
When I woke up, I saw two little tortoises a few centimeters in size. You looked at me and I looked at you. I almost fainted from crying in the wishing pool.
God damn knows that Ming Zaizai’s thinking is not on the same channel as theirs!
The rich second generation turned into a little turtle a few centimeters in size and soaked in the wishing pool...
It is also a very popular temple!
From time to time, I hear young couples coming to the wishing pool to make wishes, praying for long-lasting love and never leaving each other in this lifetime!
The two of them were so quarreled that they wished they could die where they were and spend the rest of their lives together.
Less than ten minutes after the two men were successfully reincarnated, God seemed to hear their voices, and a big net directly caught them from the wishing well.
The people who caught them up were two monks from the temple.
"These two are too small. It would be bad if they were hit by coins. Let's take them back and put them in a small fish tank for a while."
"good!"
Within ten minutes of taking it home, the master chef at the temple kitchen inadvertently took it away, and then forgot it in the vegetable market.
The two little tortoises were finally given to customers who bought small aquatic products.
When the guests saw it, let’s stew it and eat it, it’s not enough to fill the gap between the teeth!
Finally, I gave it to the two children at home to play with.
Five minutes later, two three- and five-year-old children at home started crying.
Two little tortoises fell out of their toy car and were thought to have died, but were later rescued.
Zaizai, who was writing with the judge's pen, hesitated for a moment. His original idea of wanting them to report to the underworld immediately changed.
Many ghosts in the underworld like to work in the underworld, saying that they do not want to suffer in the world.
Then...just continue to be a bastard in the world.
But forget about the happy little bastard in the wishing fountain. This kind of good thing waiting for money to fall from the sky is not worthy of these two lying ghosts!
With one stroke of his pen, Zaizai summarized a line of words.
"A life of wandering and poverty, a life expectancy of fifty!"
After Zaizai finished writing, the book of life and death disappeared from the sea of consciousness. She opened her eyes and looked at Tu Heihei with a smile.
"Well, you will be born rich and your life will change, and you will die poor in fifty years!"
Huo Sijue, Huo Sichen, the little red-haired zombie and Rabbit Heihei: "..."
Two bastards, dying of poverty in the end?
It’s completely unimaginable how miserable that bastard’s career must have been!
[Words: Today’s update is a little late, but it will be within an hour. Happy reading, my dears. Have you climbed high on the Double Ninth Festival today? 】
