Pluto's cub is three and a half years old, and his seven brothers spoil him

Chapter 39 Making a Deal with Death
Xiao Yanbao was staring at the red rope in a daze, when a wisp of black smoke suddenly appeared, the smoke cleared, and the uncle in a black cloak appeared in front of her again.

This time, there is only one dark uncle.

"Little girl, uncle is here again." For the first time, the face of Death God shrouded in smoke clearly appeared in front of Xiao Yanbao.

His hair was actually silver, his face was as pale as paper, without the slightest trace of blood, a pair of narrow eyes with rare emerald green pupils, a high nose bridge, thin lips slightly hooked, with a kind of evil spirit.

Xiao Yanbao stared blankly at the uncle in front of him.

He looks much better than the second idiot in their village.

"Uncle, are you a foreigner?"

Xiao Yanbao stared at the god of death for a long time, and suddenly asked this question.

Because his appearance is different from the people around her, more like a foreigner on TV.

The god of death thought for a while, and said, "Uncle is a god in ancient Greece. He lives in the underworld, so he is considered a foreigner."

The gods in charge of death in the legends of various countries live in the underworld. In the underworld, there is generally no distinction between countries.

However, the division of land...

Xiao Yanbao bit her lips, as if she was thinking about something, and after a while, she asked again: "If people in our country die, you will be in charge?"

There is a Town God’s Temple in their village, which enshrines Lord Yan. The old man in the village said: Lord Yan is in charge of everyone’s life and death.

In Xiao Yanbao's cognition, Yan Wang Ye is the god who seduces his soul and kills him.

"Of course, uncle is the most powerful god in the underworld, and the whole world belongs to uncle." The god of death couldn't help bragging.

Of course, this is also his goal all along, as long as he defeats that little bastard Ye Ming, he will be the boss in Hades.

"Uncle, I want to see my mother." Xiao Yanbao temporarily believed his words, his eyes were full of expectation, and he looked at him eagerly: "You promised me."

The little guy is kinda cute.

The god of death stretched out his hand and pinched Xiao Yanbao's face, and said: "Uncle knows, uncle has always promised money, and today is for this matter."

His hands were thin and long, as pale as his face, and the nails were black, as if they hadn't been trimmed for a long time, like claws.

Xiao Yanbao frowned in disgust: Uncle Death, you don't care about hygiene at all!
"Where is my mother?" Xiao Yanbao couldn't wait.

The Grim Reaper didn't speak, just waved his wide sleeves, and saw a cloud of black mist rising out of nowhere, within a moment, a figure emerged from the black mist, it was Yan Bao's mother Sang Zhiyi.

"Mother!" Xiao Yanbao exclaimed, and hurriedly ran towards the figure in the black mist: "Mother, Yanyan misses you so much!"

Little Naituan tried her best to tell her thoughts, stretched out her little hand to grab, but couldn't catch the familiar person.

She scratched again, and all that was caught in the palm of her hand was a cloud of air.

In the next second, the black mist spread, and the figure inside gradually became transparent...

"Mother?" Xiao Yanbao was obviously flustered, and turned to look at the god of death: "Uncle, why can't Yanyan meet mother?"

The god of death was completely indifferent: "This is just a ghost of your mother, of course you can't touch her."

soul……

Hearing this, Xiao Yanbao felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Yanyan wants to see mother, and Yanyan wants to touch mother." She was anxious, her face flushed red: "Uncle lied to Yanyan, Yanyan won't trade with uncle anymore!"

Death frowned.

Tch, this little human girl is quite difficult to deal with.

Smarter than he imagined.

"Uncle is a god, how can a god lie to people?" The god of death said it seriously.

"Xiao Yanyan, don't worry, my uncle won't lie to you. As long as you complete the tasks that your uncle entrusts to you, you will not only be able to see your mother, but also your father, and maybe your grandparents too." !"

The conditions he offered became more and more attractive.

"What task does uncle want to give Yanyan?" Little Naituan's eyes sparkled, and he thought of something, and added: "Uncle let mother talk to Yanyan first, otherwise Yanyan will not agree!"

The sudden arrogance of the little milk group is indeed more difficult to handle than imagined.

Grim Reaper looked at the baby-talking little guy in front of him, and smacked his mouth helplessly.

Xiao Yanbao suddenly squinted at him: "Uncle Death can't do it, right?"

grim Reaper:"……"

Why do you feel despised?

"Uncle is the god of death, how could he not be able to do it?" The ability of the god of death is unquestionable, he has to prove himself, and waved his hand: "You wait, I will let your mother talk to you."

Hearing this, Yan Bao held his breath unconsciously, and looked at his mother's figure without blinking.

In the black mist, Sang Zhiyi, who had a dull expression and looked like a walking corpse, suddenly became conscious and saw Xiao Yanbao immediately.

"Yanyan!"

Sang Zhiyu let out a surprise, her eyes lit up, her face was full of concern and worry: "I'm sorry Yanyan, mother shouldn't have left you alone, have you been bullied by people in the village? Have you been injured? How are you doing now? like? Are you living well..."

Countless questions, endless worries.

As a mother, even if she enters the Hall of Yama, she still can't worry about her children.

"Mother..." Xiao Yanbao became dull for a moment, and after confirming that it was really her mother who was talking to her, she hurriedly ran towards her mother with her little arms: "Yanyan misses you so much."

The little tits wanted to jump into the arms of the mother, acting like a spoiled child like before.

However, she was in vain.

The mother is dead, and what the god of death let her see is only the soul of the mother.

"mother……"

Xiaoyan froze in place like a jewel.

Sang Zhiyu in the black mist also opened her arms to hug her daughter, but no matter how she tried, her body would pass through Yanyan's body.

The mother and daughter were so far away that they could only look at each other with tears in their eyes.

Xiao Yanbao suddenly turned his head to look at the God of Death who was watching the play with his arms around him: "Uncle Death God, I promise to make a deal with you, and you return my mother to me."

She temporarily believed in the words of the god of death, believing that he has the ability to return her mother to her.

The god of death hooked the corners of his lips as expected, no matter how difficult it is for a little human girl, he, the god of death, can handle it.

Reaper stretched out his hand with long black nails, which looked very sloppy to Xiao Yanbao, touched Xiao Naituan's head, and said with a wicked smile: "Good boy, when you finish the task that uncle entrusted to you, uncle will give you Your mother will give it back to you."

Xiao Naituan lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and tried her best to endure the animosity and disgust in her heart.

"Be an ordinary human cub first, and I will come to you when I have a task after a while."

He had to plan carefully how to use this little guy's ability to make her his most powerful assistant in the world.

While speaking, the long nail on his index finger lightly touched Xiao Yanbao's brow, what did he do?Xiao Yanbao only felt a heat between her brows, and she instinctively closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, the room was empty, the Grim Reaper had disappeared, and Black Mist and Mother no longer existed.

It was like a dream.

Xiao Yanbao looked at the smiling mother in the black-and-white photo, clenched his little fists tightly, and swore secretly——

Yanyan must let mother return to Yanyan's side!
(End of this chapter)