"I'm afraid I can't help you."

Zhao Jiuchen rejected these requests that looked like refugees, he just came here to get the prison heart, now he is no longer the prince, and he really has no heart to care about the worries of the world.

In the previous life, he worried so much, and what did he get, and the people who seemed to be extremely pitiful would not really be grateful for anything because you helped them.

What they care about most is nothing more than their own interests, think about Baili Junyu, the biggest check and balance in his previous life.

Although his temperament is arrogant, he is surprisingly good to the people, and it can be said that the royal palace is the people's home, but the last gossip ruined his reputation in one life.

The most terrible thing is that it is the people who once believed in him who destroyed him, the people he gave gentleness.

But even so, Zhao Jiuchen still couldn't make up his mind, the little boy's eyes made him remember too much.

People, always thinking of the old.

"However, I can help you in your actions."

He took a step back, which could be regarded as an apology to Aze.

Seeing that Zhao Jiuchen agreed, the group of people hurriedly knelt down to thank them, and Zhao Jiuchen hurriedly helped them up one by one.

"A man has gold under his knees, and even if he is down, he can't sell his dignity at will."

"Hey! Ay! ”

The old beggar hurriedly agreed, and led a group of children and friends to thank him.

Next, they gave Zhao Jiuchen a detailed introduction to the layout here.

The so-called slum here is part of the whole illusion, called the End of Destruction.

It was a world of difference from the Ling Luo realm on the other side.

The illusion on the opposite side can be named after the entire illusion, and it can also be seen that it is slightly different.

Here, both the gods and the spirits are endowed with human perception, hungry and cold.

Those people can't do this kind of thing when they report to the group for heating, and they don't take a bath for a long time, so they all stink, and they all hate themselves.

The problem of eating was fine at first, some sweet potatoes, steamed buns and the like, but after the seventh day, there was nothing to eat here.

Even the squeaky rats stopped calling and were eaten separately.

When Zhao Jiuchen heard this, he couldn't help but step back, looking at the redness in their eyes, he felt a chill, and always felt that they wanted to eat him too.

Let's send them over quickly.

At the center of this realm of perdition and the realm of Lingluo is a huge quagmire that cannot be stepped on.

There is about the distance from the head of the bridge to the end of the bridge.

As for how long the bridge is.

Just look at the souls lining up for hundreds of meters, it is probably clear.

Zhao Jiuchen suspected that the quagmire was made from the leftovers of Ah Yan's soup.

It's the same green light, gurgling and bubbling, sometimes breaking, and it still exudes the stench of being unapproachable.

The smoke hurt his head.

Take a step back.

Everyone also took a step back in unison.

"King, this quagmire is better, but we are not good at spells, we can't fly, and our souls can only be a little farther away from the ground, if we let us float over, we will definitely be sucked away."

The beggar inexplicably changed his name. The body bent down honestly, isn't this a clear way to let Zhao Jiuchen carry it?

Zhao Jiuchen was not happy and pulled down his face.

"I only carry my daughter-in-law."

Junxiu's cold face is full of tsundere, Weixi is such a cute dumpling, it's worthy of letting him carry it, forget about the others.

"This..."

The old beggar squeezed the wrinkles on his face and sighed, it was he who was no longer young and unpleasant.

That...

"Quick, second dog, let the big brother carry you!"

As he spoke, he pushed the second dog, who was afraid of Zhao Jiuchen to death, to the front.

Zhao Jiuchen put on a stinky face, not to mention the child, he is afraid of a ghost.

But as soon as he saw the child, he immediately laughed at Mimi.

"Your name is Ergouzi?"

"Yes, I made my name."

The boy looked like he was about six or seven years old, and he probably went early when he was sick.

Zhao Jiuchen listened to his immature voice, and suddenly had a wonderful feeling in his heart for some reason.

Subconsciously put his hand on his head and rubbed it.

It's okay not to touch it, but as soon as I touched it, an electric shock-like palpitation suddenly came.

That desperate scene suddenly flashed in Zhao Jiuchen's head.

When Weixi killed himself, he held her corpse and felt the fetal heartbeat that gradually lost its movement.

Fear drowned Zhao Jiuchen like the sea, but why did he think of it when he touched this child?

In order to answer his doubts, Zhao Jiuchen reached out and wiped the child's face, and slowly, the dust was removed, and his eyes were very similar to Weixi's appearance.

The nose also somewhat resembles him.

Don't...

Zhao Jiuchen didn't dare to think about it.

He understood how much the soul who could stay here suffered.

Counting the time, their children have been reincarnated for several lifetimes.

After all, did you come back to them?

It's a pity that Zhao Jiuchen doesn't know if he can go out, and even if he does, he doesn't know if Ye Li will recognize this child.

If you say you don't bother her, you should do it.

"This name is not good, Brother Zhao will give you one."

Zhao Jiuchen said softly, Han Weixi's appearance appeared in front of him, and he still remembered that the first time they met was on a rainy night, that night without moon and stars.

What a wonderful memory it was, and it was also the most unforgettable hope.

"Just call you, Hanhan."

When Ergouzi heard it, he thought it was a name like Han Han, and he jumped in place happily.

Zhao Jiuchen's stomach hurt when he was laughing in place, but he couldn't bear to tell the truth, so he couldn't stop calling him.

"Hanhan, don't jump, Hanhan..."

was silly and simple, but he didn't call this kid stupid.

"Then do you want to be my father, you will be a simple father in the future!"

Zhao Jiuchen snorted, and suddenly felt as if he had pitted himself.

Or, is it the most beautiful to call the cold?

Forget it.

The child's mother will not show mercy to his subordinates, he is afraid of pain.

But it's also a blessing to be beaten.

"Let's go, Daddy will take you there."

Zhao Jiuchen took Hanhan's hand, and exuded a purple divine light, although it didn't have to be emitted, but there must be a row of noodles!

So he flew up, and pulled out a long wisp of smoke behind him, blackening the faces of those ghosts.

They've all become.

However, if you don't take a bath and black loaches, it's not much different.

Zhao Jiuchen took Han Han to the opposite side, where there was first a soft green grassland, with no buildings in sight, only a wall of light.

"Good, Daddy will go back to pick them up, you can't walk around here, you should be sad if you lose your mother."

"Who is my mother?"

Han Han simply looked up and asked, but saw that the smile on Zhao Jiuchen's face dimmed, and he seemed to understand something at a young age.

Mother... I'm afraid it's gone.

Before he could think about it, Zhao Jiuchen read it from his little face, my mother must be gone, I am a poor doll without a mother, these words.

Smack!

Han Han's head was hit for a moment, knowing that it was his own child, Zhao Jiuchen was not polite, dare to curse his mother?

This kid doesn't want it, I can't ask for it.

"Your mother is good!"

Hanhan's head buzzed instantly, this little brain case has not yet grown, where can I resist such a fight.

So he burst into tears, and his long eyelashes were also wet with tears, but he was still very happy, and his mother was still there.

Seeing Han Han crying and laughing, Zhao Jiuchen was a little embarrassed, and he really didn't know anything.

"Daddy, hit me again, I'll be stupid, woo woo."

Han Han cried desperately, drank his tears as water, he was really thirsty.

Zhao Jiuchen rolled his eyes, endured the heart of the person who wanted to hit him, and rubbed his humble head.

"It's okay, it's stupid, it's stupid, it's not stupid."

Hearing that he wouldn't be stupid, Hanhan's heart relaxed, scared him to death, he thought he was going to be stupid.

How did he give birth to such a simple son,

Zhao Jiuchen couldn't help but want to give birth to another one, but he was alone...

Forget it, that's it.

He confessed.

"Don't make trouble, Daddy has to do business, you are not allowed to go out of this circle, otherwise you will become stupid."

Han Han looked at the circle drawn by Zhao Jiuchen with a branch under his feet, it was a little small, and his feet were all out, so he hurriedly took it back.

Can't get out of the circle.

Can't get out of the circle.

He wants to be as handsome and smart as his father.

Zhao Jiuchen flew back depressedly, and he didn't have the heart to play treasure, so he honestly resisted those ghosts.

Although they are lighter than feathers, the stench underneath is deadly.

After a few times, it made Zhao Jiuchen sick to his stomach.

A flurry of retching.

But he didn't vomit anything, he hadn't eaten for a long time, and he felt hungry for a while, and he didn't feel comfortable.

All the ghosts have arrived, and now in front of the sky-high wall of light, it seems that they are about to enter a new life, but for them, it can be regarded as a chance to live again.

The old beggar is called Li Dazhuang, almost all of them are dead croppers here, and they have no money to buy the ghosts of the netherworld, of course, they are not the two black and white impermanence brothers, but their little minions, taking advantage of the convenience of their positions, those who have money will give them a good place, and those who have no money can only do some hard work.

Silver, it works anywhere, and it is not something that can be treated equally after death.

But even if they are lucky to meet the Emperor Zhao Jiuchen, maybe in the future, the reincarnation of people after death will be much fairer, there is no interest to hinder, only based on the quality of character.

Many good people in the world live too hard, and they worry about a mouthful of rice every day, but when they meet someone who can't eat a mouthful of food, they will give half to them.

People like this, when they arrive in the underworld, they should live happily and easily, they have given too much warmth to others, but they have tasted all the sadness and bitter tears.

"Are you sure you want to go in?"

Zhao Jiuchen asked them for the last time, none of the ghosts shook their heads, and their eyes were full of yearning for a new day.

Entering the wall of light, it was a prosperous place in the end, and even the light made them feel at ease that they had never felt before.

It's another world.

Zhao Jiuchen originally thought that under the rule of that evil spirit, even if there was money here, the people would have a hard time, but everything he saw was very peaceful.

It is a peace that cannot even be attained in a place of abundance on earth.

Men and women, young and old, have an indifferent smile on their faces, polite in their words, and elegant in their manners.

Even if he was a scholar in a plain white robe, the people around him didn't look at him unusually.

When the old beggar saw the world, his eyes lit up, and he glanced at his companion, as if they were communicating something.