Sunday When the King of Hell Does Not Work

In the underworld, in the ninth hall, Ping Ping Wang Lu Li is currently playing chess against himself with a leisurely expression. "It's not good, it's not good, His Highness Ninth Prince." From a distance, a figure with a bull's head and a horse's face floated over in a hurry. King Pingping turned his head and looked at the two ghost faces with pale faces, and said coldly: "Ox head, horse face, there will be no noise in hell." The bull-headed and horse-faced people trembled and begged for mercy together, "The bull-head knows the crime, and the horse-face knows the crime." "What's wrong with him?" There is only one person in this underworld who can make Minotaur Horse Face look so panicked. "Prince of Hell, he... He left a letter and left." Niutou handed the envelope in his hand to His Highness Ninth Prince with sweat on his face. At this moment, King Pingping gave the two ghosts a look, took the envelope handed over by Niutou, and scanned the font on the envelope lightly with his eyes. Word by line, until the end, he looked as calm and composed as His Highness the Ninth Prince, and his face gradually darkened. Niu Tou looked at King Ping Ping, whose face was gradually turning stiff, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and spoke slowly while trembling all over. "My Highness said that he wanted to go to the world to find a peerless beauty and have a grand love story. He said that he was going to lose... His virginity that lasted ten thousand years. His Highness felt that someone was always thinking about him recently and said that he needed to resolve this matter as soon as possible, otherwise there would always be a feeling that he would lose his virginity at any time." King Ping Ping's face was full of sinister aura, his glazed pupils slowly shrunk, and his eyes turned into blue abyss little by little. The letter in his hand was crushed into pieces by him, scattered in the air and turned into ashes. The bull-headed horse-faced man lowered his head deeply, minimizing his presence. ······························ Heavenly Palace, Nine Heavenly Palaces "Lord Jade Emperor, something bad has happened!!" Above the main hall, Shunfeng Er, who was guarding the Nantianmen, was running over in a hurry, shouting as he ran, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead in panic; "I just overheard His Highness the King of Hell, he----him----!" "His Royal Highness the King of Hell said that he is going to the human world to experience calamity." This old guy wants to experience all kinds of calamities. Everyone in the Six Realms knows that Yama has been in power for ten thousand years and his cultivation has reached its peak, unmatched by anyone. "Your Highness, the King of Hell, also took Di Ting away with him." Shunfeng Er said another fatal word. He was an old friend of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and the King of Hell took him away without a word. If something happened in the human world, the consequences would be unimaginable. After hearing Shunfeng'er's words, the Jade Emperor lost all strength and gravity and fell backward. ············· In the Buddhist world, gods and immortals were waiting outside the temple. "Today is the time when the gates of the underworld are opened. Without him guarding the River of Forgetfulness, there will definitely be a chaotic dance of demons." "Hurry and ask Lord Tathagata to uphold justice." "Amitabha!..." "Lord Buddha said that for hundreds of thousands of years, the six realms have never interfered with the affairs of the underworld. As long as the Ten Palaces of Yama are here, the sky in the underworld cannot fall." "All the gods, please come back. Amitabha." Intention: Fight against the sky and have endless fun