This Milk Baby Is the King of Hell

Dressed as a three-year-old baby, I gnaw on candy on the surface and rule the underworld behind my back. My father was killed by a traitor, so I walked into the Yama Palace on my short legs. The judge handed over the book of life and death: "Ancestor, please give me your name?" I said in a milky voice: "Let his yang life run out first, and then fry it." The traitor died suddenly the next day, and the whole court was shocked. The prince sneered: "The evildoer is causing trouble, you should ask the national master to exorcise the evildoer!" Our national master is a boy under my seat. He appeared with a magic whip: "Who wants to drive my master away?" The prince was so frightened that he knelt down on the spot, but I blinked and stretched out my chubby hand: "Brother, Tangtang~"