Help! Nezha Has Transmigrated to My House

Zheng Lin was bullied by a coworker, then got plied with drinks at a party and dumped on the roadside!

“Boom!!!”

Three meters ahead, a… crater had appeared in the asphalt road.

And it was still smoking?!

Through the billowing dust, a figure staggered to his feet.

Th-this outfit… It was… quite something, wasn’t it?

The newcomer looked young, no more than sixteen or seventeen.

But what a presence!

And his outfit… uh… was the most extravagantly over-the-top ancient-style cosplay imaginable:

Hey, man, you’re taking this role way too seriously!

Are scammers really this dedicated these days?

A scarlet silk sash fluttered around him as if it were alive. A glittering gold collar encircled his neck, and on his feet were embroidered boots with flame patterns… boots?

The most eye-catching thing was the spear in his hand! It was entirely crimson, and the tip was actually on fire!

Real fire!

Half of Zheng Lin’s drunkenness vanished in an instant!

Th-this… isn’t that… the hotheaded guy worshipped in the temple… the Third Prince Nezha?!

She’d heard the story of Nezha Conquers the Sea countless times as a child, and her grandmother had even taken her to worship at a Nezha temple!

The outfit, the gear, the “don’t come near me” aura… it was practically a perfect replica!

Except the clay statue in the temple wasn’t this…

Lifelike…

Or wearing such a clearly “I’m really pissed off” expression.

The boy… no, Nezha!

He frowned and waved a hand in front of his nose with a look of disgust, as if he’d smelled something unspeakable. Zheng Lin guiltily hunched her shoulders.

Could she still make a run for it?

“Hey! You there, stop for this prince!”