It could be that he was afraid of the authority of the Great Emperor, or he was afraid of the former majesty of the Great Emperor.
At this moment, everyone was kneeling in front of the main hall, waiting with uneasiness.
Whether it was an old man or a young woman, everyone's face looked like they had eaten a big bitter and sour plum, with all the wrinkles on their faces knitted together.
As for the blood river...
Someone looked sideways and saw that the Blood River was suppressed under a stone tablet and could not move.
The stone tablet was so large and heavy that the ancestor of Blood River grimaced under the pressure. Everyone could hear the grinding sound of bones when his body moved slightly.
No one was surprised by this result. The old man had already advised him. What could he do if he didn't listen?
Time passed by, and there was silence in the hall. The oppressive breath in the air made them, usually aloof and powerful people, feel as if their throats were being clamped and it was difficult to breathe.
This kind of suffering is like a student who makes a mistake and is punished to stand outside the classroom. Whenever the teacher walks by, he always lowers his head.
But in my heart, I longed for the feeling that the teacher would let me go after scolding me.
At this moment, the old man and the others felt exactly the same in their hearts.
Looking eagerly at the emperor to give them a result as soon as possible, whether it is being suppressed in the Eighteen Hells or being beaten to death, it is always better than suffering like this here.
However, unexpectedly, the emperor had no intention of dealing with them.
After letting them kneel outside for a long time, they heard the emperor's voice coming from the main hall.
"Come in, everyone."
Everyone looked at each other and heard that the voice was loose, but it didn't look like he was angry.
"Is it possible that the emperor is already mad?" Liao Qiu said in a low voice.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Shen Tu glared at him, but he was also confused in his heart. In the past, the emperor would not have been furious at this time, throwing these rebellious ministers and traitors into the oil pot and cutting them into pieces. Why does it seem that today is different from before?
There are many differences.
"Could it be related to that decree?"
Zongjie whispered in a low voice.
This sentence made everyone startled, but they did not dare to think too much.
It turned out that there was not a single word on the previous decree, and it was Old Man Guisong who told them to wait outside the main hall for disposal.
In addition, the emperor's loose tone at the moment was not as majestic as before, and these old guys couldn't help but smell a different kind of atmosphere.
"It's useless to think too much, let's go!"
The old man stood up and led everyone into the hall.
As soon as I entered the hall, I saw an empty hall with only the main lamp on the first floor standing on the jade table.
Under the lonely lamp, the emperor in front of him had already withdrawn from the ceremonial robe that symbolized the king, and the beaded crown was casually placed on the table by the emperor.
The long hair that was tied up randomly became the writing brush in the Emperor's hand, writing and drawing randomly on a bamboo slip.
Such a strange scene made Old Man Zao and the others feel very frightened.
The more elusive they became, the more they felt that the Emperor was unfathomable. They stepped forward with trembling hearts, bowed their hands and bowed to the ground: "Greetings to the Emperor."
There was no response in the quiet hall, and it was not until a moment later that Old Man Hao and the others dared to raise their heads. At this moment, the emperor casually threw the bamboo slips on the table over.
"Bang..."
The bamboo slip rolled in front of Old Man Zao and stretched out. Under the weak light, the writing on it was extremely clear.
The bad old man took a closer look, and his expression suddenly changed: "Great Emperor, this is..."
"Don't call me Great Emperor, I am no longer the master of Youshan."
The emperor raised his head and interrupted the old man, but no one dared to respond to his words.
The bad old man only took it as the emperor's angry words, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Seeing this, the emperor was a little helpless, but he did not explain. He only said: "Wan Gong, the contract we signed back then stated that the position of Fengdu would be changed every 30,000 years. Now it has exceeded the time limit, but it is not much different. Anyway,
You will also be idle during the timeout period."
The old man knelt down and knelt on the ground, his eyes rolled around, he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say?
Just listening to the emperor's wishes, it seems that he is free from now on??
But the emperor had no intention of continuing on this topic, and just continued to throw the bamboo slips at hand to everyone.
Everyone took it carefully and took a look. Without exception, it was the deed they signed back then.
At the back of the deed, there is a fresh signature from the emperor. If someone gets this thing, it is like getting a treasure, and they immediately hold it in their arms regardless of how much it is.
It is no exaggeration to say that this is their lifeblood.
With this contract, they no longer need to be bound by the underworld from now on. The sky is vast and the earth is vast, allowing them to fly wherever they want.
This is completely different from those who leave the underworld privately. Everything they get in the underworld can be taken out, and they can return at any time through the five hell gates in the underworld.
If you want to talk about the difference, one is going on strike and resigning privately, and the other is retiring successfully, the difference is huge.
After everyone got the withdrawal... deed, they were filled with unbearable ecstasy.
Liao Qiu on the side said suspiciously: "Why don't you have my share?"
"What a waste of a temporary worker like you!" Tu Tu looked at him with contempt.
But the emperor said to Liao Qiu: "Just in time, there is a deed here for you to consider." After saying that, he threw the deed to Liao Qiu.
When Liao Qiu opened it, his eyes immediately went straight.
He immediately burst out laughing, proudly waved the deed in his hand to Tutu and said, "Look, I've become a regular employee now."
It turns out that the deed was a brand new one, and the position given in it was exactly the throne of the Central Ghost Emperor at the Ghost Gate of Baodu Mountain.
Now his reputation as Ghost Emperor was finally confirmed.
Next, you only need to sign your name on the deed and give it to the emperor to have his seal stamped. This is considered as his official entry into the underworld. From now on, all the Yamas in the ten palaces will kneel down and worship him when they see him.
Oh, the premise is that he needs to gather all the ten palaces of Yama.
While everyone was overjoyed, they suddenly heard a questioning voice: "May I ask the emperor why the deed of humble position is not there?"
Everyone turned around after hearing the sound, and saw the livid-faced Youjie standing behind the crowd, staring angrily at the figure of the emperor.
He originally thought that he would be completely free, but after looking around and not finding his deed, he couldn't help but feel very annoyed.
"you!"
Faced with Zongji's question, the Emperor's eyes flashed with a cold light under his sword-shaped eyebrows: "Hmph, you still have the nerve to bring it up?"
"The underworld has not been unsealed! The Ten Palaces of Yama have not returned to their thrones! You left a bad debt behind, are you going to leave with a slap on the back?"
Facing the emperor's questioning, Zongji's face turned blue and white for a while. He knew that the emperor had one more thing he didn't say. It was his dereliction of duty that the beasts broke out of the underworld.
Not mentioning it at this moment already gave him enough face. For a moment, Zongji couldn't help but lower his head, feeling aggrieved like a baby who had lived for thousands of years.
"Zongji, from today onwards, you will be punished to guard the City of Wasted Death." Hearing this, Zongji raised his eyebrows slightly. This is a good job. Unexpectedly, the emperor took a breath and continued: "The Wangchuan outside the city.
The river is under your care. When the river dries up, you will be free again."
Hearing this, Zongji almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
He looked at the emperor with resentment on his face. There was the Wangchuan River outside the city, but they were tens of thousands of miles apart!!
The area around the Wangchuan River is surrounded by a rotten stench all year round, and there is no land left to grow. All the imps passing by walk around it. It would be better to go to the Eighteen Hells to guard it by yourself.
This is sending me to a place where no one can see me, and I am so depressed that I vomit blood.
He wanted to resist, but he couldn't muster the courage.
Besides, even if I leave the underworld privately now, I'm afraid that the third round of Shintoism is about to end and I won't even be able to eat cold food.
In his depression, he only heard the emperor laugh and say: "Young man, the Wangchuan River is not a good place for others, but it is a good deal for you."
"Good job?"
"In the age of the gods, great powers occasionally bathed in the Wangchuan River, turning their obsessions and resentments into flesh fetuses. They were washed away along with the Wangchuan River and sank to the bottom of the river. These powerful flesh fetuses
Isn’t it wonderful that you can use it as much as you like?”
The emperor said with a smile, everyone also knew that Yaoji liked to collect corpses to use as figurines.
For him, it was really a good place to go.
Even though she was still a little resistant after hearing this, her mood finally calmed down a lot, and she reluctantly lowered her head and stood aside as ordered.
"Great Emperor, now that the ten palaces are dissatisfied, we are about to step down, and the underworld is empty, why not ask the empress to come out and restart reincarnation to suppress the luck of the underworld."
In the midst of everyone's joy, a discordant voice suddenly caused the smiles on everyone's faces to drop.
When everyone took a look, this was Zhao Wenhe, an idiot.
Wang Zhenren and Shen Tu on the side tried to pull him away, but it was too late. This idiot usually kept silent, but when he did make noises, he became smelly and hard. He could compete with that iron-headed king Zhong Kui.
It didn't matter if we didn't mention this matter. Now that Zhao Wenhe brought it up, everyone could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb. So the old man took a deep breath, stepped forward and bent over, cupping his hands and saying: "I beg the emperor to send the empress out of the mountain and reopen the business."
Reincarnation will benefit the common people."
"I sincerely ask the empress to come out of the mountain, restart reincarnation, and benefit the common people."
Everyone followed closely behind.
I thought that the emperor would become cold-faced because of this, but when everyone took a look, they found that the emperor had a melancholy look on his face, as if he was not angry about it, but was sighing for something unknown.
"Um!!!"
Seeing the strange expression on the Emperor's face, Old Man Zao and others couldn't help but change their expressions suddenly, and their voices suddenly raised their voices: "Is it you, Emperor?!"
Everyone held their breath immediately. That was Empress Houtu's reincarnation. Did the emperor dare to attack the empress?
Seeing their horrified expressions, the emperor could only say quietly: "It's too late, the rice has already been cooked!"
