Yan Jun Allowed His Son to Push Me into the Oil Pan. They Went Crazy after I Died
by Coconut Tail
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On the eve of Qingming Festival, I was ordered to punish evil spirits in hell. My son pushed me into the frying pan with his own hands! I crawled out of the boiling oil pot with blood on my face. He looked at my burns and clapped his hands. "You deserve it! Who asked you to kill my mother? If it weren't for you, it would be my mother who came to the underworld today to become a queen!" "You went through all the trouble to climb into my father's bed! You thief who steals other people's things! Get out of the underworld as soon as possible!" The oil pan was tormenting my soul and steaming my heart. I raised this child single-handedly, and now he hates me to the core. Pluto knew this and scolded me coldly, "You can't raise a child well, what use are you, a loser!" The hatred for me in the eyes of the father and son was exactly the same. I handed over the authority of the queen and sighed softly, "Tomorrow is Qingming, the door of hell will be wide open, and I will leave on my own."
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