Underworld Rebirth: Boss, you are dead!

Chapter 111

Ten days later, early in the morning, Chu Xinhe shouted at the door of Yang Xiu's room:

"My lord! My lord! The master and wife have already arrived at the underworld!"

After three breaths, Yang Xiu kicked the door open:

"Xinhe, come with me!"

Through the Void Shuttle Formation of Guihun Hall, Yang Xiu and Chu Xinhe appeared in the underworld.

After leaving the virtual shuttle formation, two hell guards clasped their fists and said:
"Messenger Yang, King Yama has ordered you to go directly to the yamen of Earth Judge Xia Donghai when you come to the underworld."

Yang Xiu: "Thank you!"

In addition to controlling the life and death of the six realms, the underworld, the souls of thousands of lower planes will also belong to the underworld.

However, there are too many lower planes, and the number of creatures is simply astronomical.

Rao, all the Kings of Hades in the Ten Palaces have the strength of the Great Luotian Wonderland, and they can't support such a heavy workload.

Therefore, in each lower-level plane, the underworld will select a "judge" to be responsible for the judgment of reincarnation and punishment in hell.

Xia Donghai, the judge in charge of the soul of the earth.

Yang Xiu also met once for a short time.

That was when he first arrived at the Shenguan Pavilion, Xia Donghai hadn't finished reading Yang Xiu's life when the Heavenly Soul Stone in the Shenguan Pavilion lit up.

The Sky Soul Stone is a special magic weapon to distinguish whether the soul has the ability to remain in the underworld.

Yang Xiu brought Chu Xinhe to the trial court in a hurry.

The judge, Xia Donghai, was a puffy middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses and his hairline reaching the back of his head.

Xia Donghai has been in charge of judging the souls of the earth, so he is also influenced by the earth's culture, not only the glasses and the Mediterranean hairstyle, but even the floral shirts he wears...

At this moment, Xia Donghai was sitting in the judge's chair, and there were two guest chairs not far away, a man and a woman were sitting.

The man had a cropped cut and was about forty years old. Although his figure was a bit fat, his eyes were majestic.

The woman also has short hair at the ears and a petite figure. When she was alive, she was a quite capable physician in charge of internal medicine when she was in the hospital.

Sitting together, the two looked like a husband and wife.

Entering the Judge Pavilion, seeing the figure engraved in the depths of his mind, Yang Xiu had mixed feelings in his heart, his lips were slightly parted, and many words were stuck in his throat, and it took him a long time to say:
"Mom, old man..."

What Yang Xiu spoke was not the lingua franca of the underworld, but a dialect from the Chongqing region of China.

Chongqing women are hot and self-reliant, and they can hold up half the sky at home.

Based on the admiration and respect for women, and perhaps the ordering of Chongqing's family status, "parents" in Chongqing dialect usually put "mother" first.

Seeing Yang Xiu, Mother Yang's big eyes were already filled with tears, she covered her mouth and looked at Yang Xiu in a daze.

Father Yang immediately got up and rushed towards Yang Xiu.

Yang Xiu immediately put on the most enthusiastic smile and spread his arms, ready to welcome his old father's embrace.

Unexpectedly, what was greeted was a head-on kick.

Father Yang is just an ordinary soul, this kick on Yang Xiu's face, not to mention leaving any marks, Yang Xiu was afraid that the soul protection body of the Spiritual Immortal Realm would knock him out of his wits.

There was no way, Yang Xiu could only act as if he was kicked by Yang's father, his body flew upside down, hit the ground and slid for five or six meters before stopping.

"Ge Laozi! I'm so dazed in the underworld that I don't know how to tell Wutou that I'm safe!" (Chongqing dialect: "Lengge-so, Wutou-home")

When Yang Xiu was kicked, Mother Yang couldn't sit still, she rushed over and slashed at Father Yang's head:

"You Zaibang old shell! I haven't seen my baby for 60 years and 79 days. Are you here to fight domestic violence?"
Yang's father hugged his head: "Don't hit me! You are not domestic violence! Did you beat him? I am his old man!" (Le: This. Bang: What)

Yang's mother burst into anger: "Old man, I don't know who will be an old man in the next life!"

After cutting 27 times in a row, Yang's mother remembered that her son was still lying on the ground.

"Oh my dear!"

Mother Yang quickly helped Yang Xiu up.

Chu Xinhe hid far away and shivered, not daring to intervene.

Yang Xiu smiled wryly: "Mom, you're over a hundred years old, why are you still so angry?"

"Are you over a hundred years old? My old lady is still in her prime!"

After finishing speaking, Mother Yang proudly combed her hair.

Yang Xiu looked at his parents with some doubts in his heart.

Xia Donghai, the judge watching the play, explained at the right time:
"Xiaguan received an order from Yan Luo himself, so he decided to help Yang's parents to restore their 40-year-old appearance, and, by the way, told Zun's parents about the basic situation of the underworld, and Yang's parents. Great deeds now!"

Judges are strong or weak. On a plane like Earth where there are almost no cultivators, Judge Xia Donghai's realm is only at the peak of the Ascension Realm.

In the past, when Yang Xiu first entered the spirit world, he knelt in front of Xia Donghai and dared not fart. Now that things are different, Xia Donghai has to call himself a "lower official" to Yang Xiu.

Yang Xiu: "Officer Xia, I'm sorry!"

Xia Donghai quickly waved his hands: "Where is the envoy Yang, the lower officials won three hours for envoy Yang. After three hours, the respected parents have to go to Naihe Bridge."

Yang Xiu was a little dissatisfied: "Three hours, so short?"

Xia Donghai: "The soul energy in the underworld is too strong. For ordinary souls like respecting parents, staying for a long time will be harmful and not beneficial."

Yang Xiu: "Okay, I see."

"Then the lower officials will not bother Envoy Yang. After three hours, the lower officials will show up again."

Xia Donghai saluted Yang Xiu and Yang's father and mother before retreating.

Yang's mother took Yang Xiu's hand, winked and said: "Yaoer, who is that girl in the back?"

"Uh... yes..."

Yang Xiu looked at Yang's mother and Yang's father who came over, and couldn't bear to let them down, so he could only bite the bullet and say:

"It's your daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law!"

"Oh, you said it earlier!"

Mother Yang immediately shook off Yang Xiu's hand, ran over to grab Chu Xinhe, and smiled happily: "Oh, the little girl is so good, daughter-in-law, what's your name?"

Chu Xinhe's whole body was tense, and she didn't know how to go. She turned her eyes to Yang Xiu and saw Yang Xiu winking at her madly, so...

"Mom, my name is Chu Xinhe." How could Chu Xinhe be sensible, and he called "Mom" directly, and the smile on Yang's mother's face would have squeezed a few more wrinkles!
Yang's mother: "Xinheha, ouch, Xinhe is a good name. It sounds like a sensible girl! Hey, does that bastard Yang Xiu usually bully you? If you tell the lady, she will clean it up for you right away." he!"

Chu Xinhe: "Sister-in-law treats me very well on weekdays, following him, my daughter-in-law and I have gained a lot of weight!"

Yang's father was standing beside Yang Xiu, watching Yang's mother hold Chu Xinhe and ask for warmth, but asked in a low voice:
"I said baby, isn't your daughter-in-law's temper the same as your mother's?"

Yang Xiu: "Ah, it's different. Xin He is quite obedient and gentle."

Father Yang breathed a sigh of relief:

"That's good, that's good. I heard from Xia Shenguan that you are some kind of cultivator in the underworld now. You may become a god in the future and live for tens of thousands of years. What I said is like playing Journey to the West Similarly, if your daughter-in-law really has the same personality as your mother, you can stand it!"
Yang Xiu: "..."

　The paragraph about parents is Yang Xiu's obsession from his lifetime to the present, and he wanted to write it with flesh and blood, so he used dialects.

　　Tiantian is a native of Chongqing, and Tiantian can only be regarded as "slightly understanding" other dialects, so he uses Chongqing dialect. Some special dialect words will be marked in the follow-up. I hope you will enjoy reading

　　
　
(End of this chapter)