At the end of Three Thousand Miles of Weak Water, the nine-headed bird mural originally hanging on the cliff has disappeared.
Not only did it disappear, but the weak water in the Netherworld River also decreased significantly.
The underworld boss looked at it, and the body turned into thick fog without any wind.
Taking advantage of the extremely rich Yin Qi nearby, Zaizai took a big gulp, and then quickly suppressed the little weak water remaining in his body.
The underworld boss noticed his precious daughter's movements and used a hand made of dense fog to touch her little head.
"Zai Zai, what's wrong with you?"
Zaizai felt something strange about the little weak water left in his stomach.
Ordinarily, with such a strong Yin Qi and her own strength, all the weak water in her stomach should have been digested long ago.
but none.
She fuses those digested and fused extremely slowly, even if a drop of weak water weighs a thousand kilograms, but she is in the underworld, fed by the yin energy gathered in the entire underworld, and she just swallowed such a big mouthful of yin energy, this should not be the case.
Zaizai was a little confused and simply gave up temporarily on fusing the few remaining weak water in his stomach.
"Dad, Zai Zai drank weak water again."
The underworld boss was so frightened that his body trembled like a thick fog.
"What?"
"Zai Zai, when did this happen? Come to daddy quickly."
Before Zaizai could say anything, the underworld boss had already taken action.
Then the underworld boss also discovered something strange. Although he was injured during the battle with the Nine-Headed Bird, he was not unable to force out the weak water.
The reality is that when he probed with his spiritual power, he could detect the existence of weak water in Zaizai's heart, but he really couldn't force it out.
"What's going on with this weak water?"
Zaizai didn't know either, so Naimeng made a sound.
"It seems...the power has solidified."
The underworld boss looked at the gurgling weak water in the Netherworld River next to him, and a hand formed by the thick fog quickly reached into the river.
The big hand formed by the dense fog gave off a burst of fire, which was then blown away by the dark wind.
Zaizai was startled and rushed over to hug Dad Pluto's arm.
Because the underworld boss was in a thick fog, Zaizai hugged him empty-handed.
Not only was the hug empty, but he stumbled, his short legs tripped over his short legs, and he plunged into the weak water with a splash.
"Zai Zai!"
The underworld boss was in shock and picked up his daughter: "Zai Zai!"
The little cub who was picked up immediately opened his little mouth, and his chubby hand kept pointing at his little mouth to show his father Pluto.
The underworld boss looked at it and fell silent.
Zai Zai's little mouth was filled with a mouthful of weak water, but the weak water did not cause any harm to Zai Zai.
Zaizai spat out the mouthful of weak water, his voice filled with confusion.
"Dad, the weak water in the Netherworld River has failed."
The underworld boss realized this problem when he saw that his daughter had weak water in her mouth without any reaction.
He stared at his precious daughter: "Zai Zai, who gave you the weak water you drank before?"
Zai Zai: "A ghost thing! The smell of that ghost thing is a bit familiar to Zai Zai, but Zai Zai can't remember it."
Underworld boss: "..."
Naturally, I couldn't remember it, because Zaizai had never seen a nine-headed bird.
But some hatred is engraved in the bones. Even though Zaizai is only three and a half years old now, the feud that has lasted for thousands of years has been integrated into his blood.
The smell of the nine-headed bird is naturally remembered deep in Zaizai's soul.
The underworld boss picked up his precious daughter and slowly raised his head to stare at the empty cliff wall, his voice low and hoarse.
"The familiar smell that Zaizai was talking about is the Nine-Headed Bird whose true form was suppressed on the southwest border."
Zaizai rolled his big eyes and sighed.
"Dad, what you mean is that the bad bird escaped?"
The underworld boss nodded slightly.
Not only did he escape, but he also relied on his many necks to have many heads, turning one into nine.
The one he severely injured and crushed to death in the southwest jungle was just one of its heads. That thing was so disgusting that if you couldn't crush all nine of its heads at once, you couldn't suppress it again.
Now that Zaizai has encountered it, it proves that his previous guess was correct. The nine-headed bird tore himself apart in order to avoid being captured by the underworld.
What a wicked pervert!
The underworld boss became a little irritable, but when he looked at Zai Zai in his arms, he thought of the weak water that had not yet merged in Zai Zai's body.
"Zai Zai, try again to see if you can completely fuse the weak water in your body."
Although Zaizai has not exploded yet, the weak water in the Netherworld River has failed. It is very likely that the Nine-Headed Bird used the mural to refine all the power of the weak water into the part that was swept away by it.
What remains in Zaizai's body now is the weak water refined by the nine-headed bird. It must be fused immediately to avoid long nights and dreams.
"Okay, Dad."
Zaizai closed his eyes and tried again to refine the remaining weak water in his stomach.
The underworld boss looked around cautiously to avoid a sneak attack by that wicked thing called the Nine-Headed Bird.
After all, if you divide it into nine or ten, your own mural can be used as a container to wrap weak water, and there is no need to talk about martial ethics at all.
The rich Yin Qi was swallowed into the mouth, and Zaizai quickly refined it while swallowing the Yin Qi.
When the concentration of Yin Qi reached saturation, she tried to gather the weak water in her lungs into one place, and then wrapped it with layers of Yin Qi.
All the power was gathered in the Yin Qi, and then crushed hard.
The weak water was instantly shaken by the huge force into countless water droplets, clinging to the Yin Qi, as if trying to slip away through the gaps in the Yin Qi.
Zaizai opened his small mouth and took another deep breath.
Because the power was too concentrated, and it was specifically designed to absorb Yin Qi from the outside, at that moment, all the residents of the underworld stood on end.
"what's the situation?"
"Why does it feel like there is suddenly a lot less air in the underworld?"
"That's right! My body feels like it's about to dissipate. My strength is low. What if it sucks me away as yin energy?"
"No, no, no! The underworld has regulations that prohibit cannibalism!"
"Yeah!"
It felt like my body was being sucked away by the suction force, and I felt uneasy about the ghost things floating away.
"What if they are not the same kind?"
The rest of the ghosts: "...So, I wish you good luck?"
The ghost thing that is about to be sucked away: "..."
There are billions of residents in the underworld, and he is not the weakest one. With so many talents, he was almost sucked away. With this kind of luck...can you still wish him good luck?
Also uneasy were Huo Chenhui and others who were thrown into the No. 18 car on Huangquan Road by the underworld boss with a wave of his hand.
Three people, one zombie, and four others were sitting in four oil pans, and the boiling oil was still bubbling.
Three people and one zombie: "..."
Warm, sizzling, and with a strong meaty aroma...
Huo Chenhui, Gu Qifeng and Bo Yining felt numb instantly when they thought about where that rich meaty smell came from.
Even if the oil pot is not as scary as imagined, and even very comfortable, I still can't stand that it is a pot for frying ghosts...
I really enjoyed soaking the little Siheng zombie in the oil pan.
Even without Pluto's blood, this kind of oil pot is fatal to ordinary zombies. To a zombie royal family like him, it is similar to ordinary people taking a bath in a hot spring.
Jiang Siheng's little zombie didn't feel the murderous intention, so he simply washed it with boiling hot oil as water, and plunged it all into the oil pot without sparing his head. Only a small cluster of red hair floated on the surface of the oil pot. .
Huo Chenhui, Gu Qifeng and Bo Yining: "..."
The three of them looked at the contented little Zombie Jiang Siheng, then looked at each other, and then simultaneously crawled out of the oil pan on their hands and knees and lay down next to them, vomiting wildly.
"YUE!!!"
Why are you here to travel to the underworld? Why are you here to cook in the underworld?
