Mad Queen

Chapter 828 Resurrection
Gu Ziwan→_→

Sure enough, where there is power, there will be competition.

It seems that this underworld, like the human world, is a place where power is contested.

The majestic Pluto, in the underworld, has to be robbed of power by the judge.

Throwing the soul ghost is said to be a big head: "Then what should we do? This is the book of life and death signed by the royal pen of Hades, we can't disobey orders, right?!"

The ghost who read the words stood in pain, scratching his hair, which was not much at all, without wrinkling: "How about... let's go ask the master?!"

"Okay! You go!" Throwing ghost ghost agreed very crisply.

"Your mother... why did I go?!"

The reading ghost is almost in a bad mood.

"Our master's temper is not much better than Pluto's. He almost didn't scold us to death last time... You let me go alone?!"

"Then what should we do!? We can't have no one here?!"

"I'll stay, you go..."

"I dont go……"

"Then I won't go..."

"..."

The two ghost messengers looked at each other angrily, snorted, and turned around not to look at each other, it seemed that they were obsessed.

Gu Ziwan had a black line on her forehead! !
Why is it so pedantic to do something like this? !

With the backing of some fucking Pluto, I don't know what these two guys are worried about? !

The left and right underworld is the largest of Hades!
No matter how hard that judge can be, can he beat Pluto? !

When they were anxious about what to do, the two ghost messengers looked at each other with a tacit understanding.

"or……"

"Let's just follow Pluto's Book of Life and Death!!"

The two seemed to be heartless. In their voices, there was no tension at all just now, but a tone of discussion instead.

After making up his mind, he picked up the cinnabar pen after reading the words——

"NO.17 Mo Leng, reborn at the age of 20, erased memory, and reborn in 130 years... 130 years??"

The corners of the ghost's lips twitched suddenly.

"Our Pluto really loves this Mo Leng... He has been reborn for more than 100 years... I have been working in the rebirth office for so long, and this is the first time I have seen Pluto set such a long lifespan..."

With a wave of his hand, the ghost thrower sent away the little urn in front of him, and summoned another little urn.

"What are these 100 years? Have you forgotten the one we got wrong?"

"Too……"

The reading ghost muttered, and continued to write.

"After 130 years, die in 150 years, and then return to the underworld for reincarnation..."

The ghost thrower grabbed it casually and threw it into the white mist.

Gu Ziwan's heart skipped a beat: "Eighth Senior Brother..."

The white mist dissipated, and the figures of Che Laisheng and others came into view impressively.

Mo Leng's originally stiff deep meaning suddenly moved, and Che Nian who was on one side almost jumped up in shock.

"Master..."

Che Laisheng hastily put his hand towards Mo Leng's breath, his voice trembling.

"I'm breathing..."

He looked at Che Nian in surprise.

"It seems that Xiao Ten succeeded..."

"Cough cough..."

Mo Leng suddenly coughed a few times, spat out a mouthful of blood, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Old Seven..."

"Eighth senior brother?!"

"Seventh brother??"

Mo Leng spat out the blood from the corner of his lips, his eyes were slightly different: "I... I am not dead, or you... are all dead?!"

"what are you thinking?!"

Che Laisheng suddenly raised his hand, and pulled out the soul-trapping dagger on his back.

"You're not dead, you're alive and well, you're just injured..."

The pain in his back made Mo Leng regain his consciousness little by little, and only then did he believe that he was really not dead.

(End of this chapter)