Xiao Yanbao was looking at the red rope in a daze, a wisp of black smoke suddenly came out, the smoke dissipated, and the uncle in the black cloak appeared in front of her again.

This time, there was only one black uncle.

"Little girl, uncle is here again." For the first time, the face of the Grim Reaper, shrouded in smoke, was clearly presented in front of Xiao Yanbao.

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

Xiao Yanbao looked at his uncle in front of him in a daze.

He is much better looking than the second fool in their village.

"Uncle, are you a foreigner?"

Xiao Yanbao stared at the Grim Reaper for a long time, and suddenly asked.

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

The Grim Reaper thought for a moment and said, "Uncle is an ancient Greek god who lives in Hades, so he can be regarded as a foreigner. ”

Hades is inhabited by the legendary gods of death in various countries, and in Hades, there is generally no distinction between kingdoms.

However, the division of territory ......

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

There is a city god temple in their village, which is dedicated to Lord Yama, and the old man in the village said: Lord Yama is in charge of everyone's life and death.

In Xiao Yanbao's cognition, Lord Yama is the immortal who hooks the soul and asks for his life.

"Of course, my uncle is the most powerful god in the underworld, and the whole world is under my uncle's control." The Grim Reaper couldn't help but blow the cowhide.

Of course, this is also his goal all along, as long as he defeats Yeming's little rabbit cub, he will be the boss of the underworld.

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

The little one is kind of cute.

The Grim Reaper unconsciously stretched out his hand and pinched Xiao Yanbao's face, and said, "Uncle knows, Uncle has always made a promise, and today is for this." ”

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

Xiao Yanbao frowned with some disgust: Uncle Death, you don't pay attention to hygiene at all!

"Where's my mother?" Xiao Yanbao can't wait.

The Grim Reaper didn't speak, only waved his wide sleeves, and saw a black mist rising out of thin air, and in a moment, a figure was revealed in the black mist, which was Yan Bao's mother Sang Zhiwei.

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

The little milk group tried their best to tell their thoughts, stretched out their little hands to grab it, but they couldn't catch the familiar person.

She scratched again, and all she could do 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 panicked, and turned his eyes to look at the god of death: "Uncle, why can't Yanyan touch his mother?" ”

The Grim Reaper was completely indifferent: "This is just a wisp of your mother's ghost, of course you can't touch her." ”

Soul......

When Xiao Yanbao heard this, the position of his heart was filled with a feeling of pain.

"Yanyan wants to see her mother, Yanyan wants to touch her mother." She was in a hurry, and her little face turned red: "Uncle deceived Yanyan, Yanyan stopped trading with uncle!" ”

The Grim Reaper frowned.

Hey, this little human girl is quite difficult to handle.

More clever than he thought.

"Uncle is a god, how can God deceive people?" The Grim Reaper has a good point.

"Xiao Yanyan, don't worry, your uncle won't lie to you, as long as you complete the task assigned to you by your uncle, you can not only meet your mother, but also your father, and maybe your grandparents!"

The terms he offered were becoming more and more tempting.

"What task does Uncle want to give Yanyan?" Xiao Milk Group's eyes were shining, and he thought of something again, and added: "Uncle let my mother say a word to Yan Yan first, otherwise Yan Yan will not agree!" ”

The little milk group is suddenly arrogant, and it is indeed more difficult to deal with than imagined.

Death looked at the milky little guy in front of him, and smashed 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 Grim Reaper, how can he not do it?" The ability of the god of death is unquestionable, he must prove himself, and with a big wave of his hand: "You wait, I'll let your mother talk to you." ”

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

In the black mist, Sang Zhiwei, who originally looked wooden and looked like a walking corpse, suddenly became conscious, and saw Xiao Yanbao for the first time.

"Yanyan!"

Sang Zhiwei was pleasantly surprised, her eyes lit up, and her face was full of concern and worry: "Yanyan, I'm sorry, my mother shouldn't have left you alone, have you been bullied by the people in the village?" Are there any injuries? How are you doing now? Are you living well......"

Countless questions, endless worries.

As a mother, even if she enters the Yama Palace, she can't rest assured that her child will not be relieved.

"Mother......" Xiao Yanbao was dull for a moment, and made sure that it was really her mother who was talking to her, and she was busy holding her little arms and running towards her mother: "Yanyan misses you so much." ”

The little milk group wants to pounce into the mother's arms and be coquettish as before.

However, she pounced.

My mother is dead, and all death makes her see is her soul.

"Mother......

Xiao Yan froze in place like a jewel.

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

The mother and daughter were close to the end of the world, and they could only look at each other with tears in their eyes.

Xiao Yanbao suddenly turned his head to look at the Grim Reaper who was watching the play with his arms crossed: "Uncle Death, I promise to make a deal with you, and you will return my mother to me." ”

She believed in the words of death for the time being, believing that he had the ability to give her back her mother.

The Grim Reaper unexpectedly hooked the corners of his lips, a little human girl, no matter how difficult it is, he can be handled by him, the Grim Reaper.

The Grim Reaper stretched out his hand with long black nails, which seemed very sloppy to Xiao Yanbao, touched the head of the little milk ball, and said with a wicked smile: "Good, when you complete the task given to you by your uncle, your uncle will return your mother to you." ”

The little milk ball lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and tried to endure the diaphragm and disgust in her heart.

"You first be an ordinary human cub, and when there is a task for a while, I will come back to you."

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

As he spoke, the long nail on his index finger gently pressed against Xiao Yanbao's eyebrows, I don't know what he did? Xiao Yanbao only felt that her eyebrows were hot, and she instinctively closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, the room was empty, the Grim Reaper was gone, and the Black Mist and Mother were gone.

It's like a dream.

Xiao Yanbao looked at the smiling mother in the black and white photo, clenched her little fist hard, and secretly swore -

Yanyan must let her mother return to Yanyan's side!