The Little King of Hell and the Ghosts and Gods’ Live Streaming to Stardom [Mysticism]
The Little King of Hell and the Ghosts and Gods’ Live Streaming to Stardom [Mysticism] Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Judge Dad exploded?!

Little Qi Wu was so startled that she didn’t even grab her milk bottle and flew inside, almost crashing headfirst into the wall in an attempt to pass through it. But just as she got close to the wall, Di Ting bit her clothes and pulled her back: “My lord, we’re on TV, we can’t pass through walls!”

Oh right, right, no flying, no passing through walls. So Little Qi Wu hugged Di Ting’s neck: “Di Ting, hurry up!”

Di Ting carried her on his back and steadily rushed in. Da Zhang Siqing was still in a daze but quickly floated in after seeing this.

[Is the baby too anxious to tell the direction? Why did she almost crash into the wall?]

[Am I seeing things? I thought her feet left the ground for a moment.]

[This dog is so intelligent. Even with a three-year-old holding on like that, it won’t let her fall.]

[Stop talking, sisters, go check on my husband. I’m both worried and amused. The new generation kitchen killer, hahaha.]

With such an unexpected situation, the production team naturally didn’t let Su Wen off the hook. They were too curious about this family. The reason was that when the live broadcast at Zhang Yuan’s house was turned off, the production team could still see what they were doing through the camera.

But at the critical moment, after Qi Wu shouted, “Zhang Yuan, you’re audacious!” the entire screen suddenly went black.

The production team was dumbfounded. Li Ke also knew that the special department staff were present and couldn’t be disturbed casually. He was itching with curiosity. When the screen lit up again, the room only had Zhu Qing holding the child and crying.

And the hot search exploded with the news that Zhang Yuan had been taken away by the police.

Damn it, what is it that we can’t see?

Now they wished they could live in this live broadcast room to see what this father and daughter were up to. Unexpectedly, one was burning clothes outside… and the other was burning the kitchen inside.

Li Ke sighed deeply: “Now I know why there are no electrical appliances in this house. Did you call 119?”

Huang Peng’s finger was still on the dial button for the 119 fire emergency number, staring at the live broadcast interface in silence: “Seems like we don’t need to call.”

Indeed, there was no need to call. In front of everyone’s eyes, this Su person who blew up the kitchen didn’t move a step, not in a hurry at all. Instead, he frowned at the flaming pot and the exploded microwave, his eyes filled with impatience and confusion.

Unscientific, the manual didn’t say it would explode, nor did it say it would catch fire.

[Husband, get out of there! Call 119! Standing there is dangerous!]

[Let me see, is his face okay? As long as his face is fine.]

Su Wen’s face was fine, but it was black. He held a pot lid in one hand and a spatula in the other, looking as if he was stunned by the explosion.

Little Qi Wu rushed into the kitchen on Di Ting’s back at this moment, anxiously shouting: “Dad exploded! Dad exploded!”

Su Wen: “…”

He covered the flaming pot with the lid, and the fire went out instantly. He calmly turned off the stove, then looked down at Di Ting, his tone slightly cold: “Why did you bring her here?”

Di Ting: “Woof woof woof.”

My lord, I’m just reporting my duties as usual!

Little Qi Wu climbed down from Di Ting’s back, looked at her black-faced dad, then at the mess around, and was extremely worried: “Did Dad’s face explode?”

Su Wen choked: “No.”

Little Qi Wu circled around him again: “Dad, are you hurt?”

Su Wen: “No.”

Afraid that Little Yan Wang would worry, he pointed to the exploded microwave and explained: “I was heating eggs and canned food.”

Then he pointed to the pot on the stove: “Making soup.”

Ah, this! Little Qi Wu had heard of it before. She and her dad had eaten these things at a restaurant!

But it didn’t look like this.

Little Qi Wu was also completely clueless about cooking in the kitchen. She stood on her tiptoes to inspect the aftermath, feeling a bit lost: “Is this how it’s done?”

Su Wen glanced at the egg that had turned into egg crumbs and the burnt pot bottom, pausing for a moment: “Seems not.”

The big and the little one fell into deep thought. Little Qi Wu sensed that Judge Dad seemed a bit upset, so she turned around and took his hand: “Don’t worry, Dad. Qi Wu won’t eat eggs. Qi Wu will just drink milk.”

Su Wen felt even more heartbroken.

[So pitiful, but so funny.]

[Although it was an accident, everyone, don’t learn from Su Wen’s method. It’s very dangerous, and don’t use the microwave to heat sealed things, hahaha.]

At that moment, a voice came from outside, both puzzled and disdainful: “What’s that smell?”

Su Wen’s expression changed slightly, but Little Qi Wu’s eyes lit up, and she immediately turned and rushed out.

Kong Lin, standing at the door, smiled at her and politely nodded with a bow: “Qi Wu.”

“City…”

Kong Lin quickly reminded her with a Mystic Seal: “Lord, you should call me Uncle Kong Lin.”

Little Qi Wu immediately changed her tone: “Uncle Kong Lin!”

Su Wen stood in the kitchen, his face seemingly darker, and he didn’t move for a long time. Only when Kong Lin’s gaze turned to him did he reluctantly look back: “Why are you here?”

His tone was very unwelcoming.

Seeing the Judge in such a state, Kong Lin was momentarily stunned and asked uncertainly: “This… did you get so tanned?”

Su Wen: “…”

Little Qi Wu explained for her dad: “Dad was cooking eggs. Dad exploded.”

Kong Lin: “…”

It took him a few seconds to understand Little Yan Wang’s meaning. Then he took in the current image of the Judge: wearing an apron, his face covered in grease, and his body radiating resentment. Kong Lin chuckled softly, and the laughter grew louder.

If the evil spirits in the Underworld, who were often scolded by the Judge, saw this, it would be a disaster.

Su Wen’s tone was a bit dangerous: “Kong Lin.”

Kong Lin slightly covered his mouth, hiding some of his laughter, and coughed lightly: “My apologies.”

[Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, where did this refined and handsome guy come from?]

[Do good-looking people only hang out with other good-looking people?]

[Why did this handsome guy bow when he saw Qi Wu? Is this some kind of ritual?]

[Is it only in those wealthy families with strong backgrounds that they are so meticulous with etiquette?]

[They seem very familiar! Their demeanor really doesn’t seem like they’re from the countryside. Both Su Wen and him seem like Young Masters from prestigious families. When will the production team reveal the true identities of Su Wen and his daughter!]

The production team was also at a loss. They wanted to know the true identities of these two even more than the audience, but they just wouldn’t tell!

Who would believe that when they first arrived, they couldn’t even afford a phone!

Su Wen put down the spatula, realizing that today’s meal wasn’t going to happen. He decided to order takeout instead, a process he had become quite familiar with. He even took the time to browse through the reviews of each restaurant to find the most suitable one for the Little King of Hell.

 Kong Lin  was slightly more tech-savvy than him, but he had never held a phone in his hand before, as it was unnecessary in the Underworld.

Curious, he asked, “Can I take a look?”

Su Wen glanced at him, still annoyed by the earlier mockery, “Do you know how to use it?”

 Kong Lin  didn’t mind, “I can learn. Little  Qi Wu  will teach me, right?”

Little  Qi Wu , feeling the weight of responsibility, immediately nodded, “Yes!”

Su Wen: “…”

Reluctantly, he handed the phone to  Kong Lin , who, now too engrossed to mock him, squatted down with the Little King of Hell to explore the phone’s functions.

To them, this seemed perfectly natural, but the audience was anything but calm.

[Director, maybe you should just tell us these people are transmigrated. It would make more sense.]

[Su Wen is so proud of knowing how to use a phone. His temper is really used in strange places.]

[This must be what it’s like to see friends. They seem so relaxed.]

[But seriously, how can you squat in that kitchen?]

It was no wonder the audience was skeptical. The kitchen was a mess, yet these three acted as if they didn’t notice. Little  Qi Wu , being short, stood in the middle, while the two adults squatted on either side of her, showing no signs of impatience.

Little  Qi Wu  earnestly taught, “This can make calls, and this can have food delivered to you. So many delicious things.”

After a pause, she added regretfully, “But it costs money.”

 Kong Lin  also felt the regret, “Ah.”

[…]

[I’m dying of laughter, “But it costs money.”]

[“Sure, but it’ll cost you.”]

[The new guy looks genuinely poor too.]

[Even though they’re short on money, Su Wen never lets  Qi Wu  go hungry. So touching.]

[So the question is, how do they usually communicate without phones? By letter?]

[Face to face, like now, visiting in person?]

[That’s great, come over more often and stay in touch daily, slurp slurp.]

Compared to watching Little  Qi Wu  burn clothes in a daze or Su Wen act like a mute, the audience found this situation much more acceptable. At least there was interaction.

But clearly, these three had lost track of time while learning to use the phone, and one wonders if their legs were numb from squatting.

Being Ghosts and Gods, they had no sense of time in the Underworld. After all, life was endless, and they could fight evil spirits for a thousand years. What was a few hours of squatting here?

Little  Qi Wu  was also dedicated, wanting to show City God Uncle how clever humans were. Even though her speech was unclear and her explanations somewhat convoluted, she patiently continued.

When they encountered something none of them knew, they even had a serious discussion.

Su Wen, with a cold expression, looked very serious, “I can use Baidu.”

Little  Qi Wu  asked, “What’s that?”

“Baidu it, and you’ll know,” Su Wen opened the app, “If you don’t know something, you can search here. You can find anything.”

 Kong Lin  pondered, “Can you search for the King of Hell?”

As soon as this question was raised, the other two were enlightened, and Little Qi Wu was eager to try: “Will Lord Yama be inside?”

 Kong Lin : “Shall we try?”

Su Wen hesitated for a moment. The realms of Yin and Yang do not interact, so how could there be a King of Hell?

But he still wrote the characters for “King of Hell” by hand, and a pop-up window appeared with various encyclopedic entries about the King of Hell, even including portraits.

Looking at the diverse array of King of Hell portraits, the three Ghosts and Gods fell silent. Su Wen clicked in, and not only could he see the King of Hell, but also the various Ghosts and Gods under the King of Hell’s jurisdiction, with very detailed introductions.

However, the portraits were…

 Kong Lin  hummed, blocking the portrait of the City God, and pointed at the Judge’s portrait: “Quite unique.”

Su Wen lifted his hand away and scrolled to the top, so the two Ghosts and Gods simultaneously looked at the proper Little King of Hell beside them: “Hmm…”

Little Qi Wu touched her own face and then looked at the divine images in the phone, curiously saying, “So this is how Lord Yama looks in everyone’s hearts?”

 Kong Lin : “Perhaps, a historical legacy.”

The camera zoomed in at the right moment, showing what they were looking at on their phones.

[What do you mean by ‘in everyone’s hearts’? Isn’t the King of Hell just like this?]

[Is this how you use a phone? I’m dying of laughter.]

[But a thousand people see a thousand Hamlets. If I say the King of Hell is a handsome man, no one can stop me! Unless you bring the King of Hell here to show me!!]

[They seem quite opinionated about these portraits. What, have they really seen them?]

Little Qi Wu tilted her head and asked, “What does ‘historical legacy’ mean?”

“These are all legendary Kings of Hell and Ghosts and Gods,” Su Wen said indifferently. “Ghosts are a terrifying existence in people’s hearts, so the Ghosts and Gods who manage them naturally have to be fiercer.”

A thousand years ago, he had seen even more outrageous portraits. The art of painting was not as refined as it is today, and some people even depicted Ghosts and Gods as monsters, a black mass with a few random strokes of red ink.

Some who put more effort into it used richer colors.

Therefore, many ghosts were incredulous when they saw the Ghosts and Gods in the Underworld, because the Ghosts and Gods in their hearts could not possibly be so good-looking.

In fact, Ghosts and Gods receive worship from all beings and are protected by Spiritual Energy, so their appearances are indeed of the highest quality.

After listening to Judge Dad’s words, Little Qi Wu understood, and then suddenly opened her little mouth and deliberately growled: “Rawr!”

Su Wen: “?”

 Kong Lin : “?”

Little Qi Wu: “Is this how you growl?”

“…”  Kong Lin  chuckled, “That’s not a growl, but it’s not necessarily true that only growling can control ghosts.”

“Qi Wu, don’t you think so?”

Little Qi Wu nodded repeatedly: “Yes! As long as you are good to the ghosts! Lord Yama has immeasurable merit!”

[I actually listened to their nonsense for so long here.]

[Hahaha, a new interpretation of Ghosts and Gods, but it’s not without reason. I decide what the Ghosts and Gods I believe in look like.]

Next, Su Wen actually found pictures of himself and Little King of Hell when they first arrived in the Human Realm, as well as the promotional video the production team had used before.

Little Qi Wu excitedly said, “Dad! It’s Qi Wu and you!”

“Mm.”

When searching for the King of Hell and finding herself, Little Qi Wu was a bit happy: “Is it because someone thinks of Qi Wu as the King of Hell?”

Su Wen frowned; this touched upon a blind spot in his knowledge. If following the search logic, it seemed to make sense.

[I think they might not know what a conjunction is.]

[But haven’t you seen the photos and videos? They’re really cute and handsome!]

[Bluntly speaking, if the Judge and the King of Hell are like this, I might not be so afraid of death anymore.]

[Be rational!]

 Kong Lin , however, was quite curious about this: “Let me take a look.”

After opening the introductory video and watching it,  Kong Lin  fell silent for a while, then asked in a tone tinged with existential doubt, “Is this how you introduce yourselves?”

Little  Qi Wu  didn’t see any problem with it: “Yes!”

She even found it novel, watching it over and over again: “So this is how people see me and Dad?”

Su Wen also nodded, showing no sign of remorse.

 Kong Lin : “…”

Is this what people like nowadays? Is this how faith is formed?

 Kong Lin , self-taught and skeptical, clicked on the section related to the keywords “Su Wen” and ” Qi Wu .” Sure enough, there were many videos and images of them, mostly clips or screenshots from their usual livestreams.

[No way, we’ve already seen all these. You’re not really going to make us watch them again, are you?]

[Is this a reaction video?]

[Be grateful. It’s much better than them just sitting there meditating without saying anything.]

At that moment, the production team saved the situation by calling Su Wen.

 Kong Lin  had no choice but to temporarily return the phone to Su Wen.

Li Ke cleared his throat: “Mr. Su, due to the unexpected incident this afternoon, the livestream related to Zhang Yuan has been closed. However, since you missed the entire afternoon, we’ve decided to extend your livestream by an hour, until 9:30. Is that okay?”

9:30?

Su Wen: ” Qi Wu  needs to sleep.”

Li Ke immediately assured him: “Just one more hour. Aren’t you short on money? We have a new sponsor. If you mention their brand during the livestream, we’ll pay you.”

The hearing of Ghosts and Gods is exceptionally sharp. As soon as they heard the word “money,” the other two immediately turned their attention to Su Wen and started a quick discussion.

 Kong Lin  used the Mystic Seal to communicate: “Take it. Think of how many incense sticks we could buy.”

Little  Qi Wu  nodded along: “Yes, yes.”

Although she didn’t know what a “sponsor” was, she knew about money! She could sleep a little later!

She said seriously, “Judge Dad, we’re very poor now. We need to work harder! We can’t be lazy!”

Su Wen: “…Fine.”

Relieved by the agreement, Li Ke sighed. He was really afraid this cool guy would refuse for the sake of his daughter’s sleep quality: “Great. This is an interactive livestream. The staff will guide you on what to do.”

“Okay.”

After finishing, Li Ke added, “Although this isn’t my responsibility, you’ve been squatting on the kitchen floor for over an hour. Aren’t you going to do something about your kitchen?”

Su Wen: “…”

Only then did he remember. He looked up, and the kitchen was still in the same exploded state as before, utterly unsightly.

At this moment, a staff member approached with a document and a tablet displaying a Weibo post. Li Ke glanced at it briefly and took a deep breath: “Also, Su Wen, your safety awareness needs improvement. The fire department has specifically mentioned your names, reminding you to be cautious with fire safety in daily life.”

Su Wen: “The fire department?”

“That’s right, 119!!” Li Ke spoke with conviction, his voice slightly louder, though it was unclear whether he was pleased or not. “Coincidentally, it’s also the publicity day. They suggested that you take advantage of the weekend when the kindergarten is closed to visit the fire station and participate in fire safety training.”

Little Qi Wu heard this and, although she didn’t know what “fire safety” meant, she knew what “learning” was!

Learning = Growing up!

She had to go!

So she immediately said to Judge Dad: “Dad, let’s go!”

Su Wen had heard of the fire department and 119. In the Underworld, there were all kinds of professions, and the Judge’s Office often inquired about them. Seeing how determined Little Yan Wang was, he didn’t refuse: “Alright.”

Finally, Li Ke added: “One more reminder, you’ve been looking at your phones for so long, but it seems you haven’t ordered any food yet. Aren’t you really feeling hungry?”

“…”

After hanging up,  Kong Lin  wanted to continue watching Little Yan Wang, but Su Wen refused. He quickly ordered some takeout, then stood up and glanced down at him: “Get up, tidy up.”

 Kong Lin  realized what he was referring to and smiled leisurely: “It shouldn’t be my concern, after all, it wasn’t me who caused the explosion.”

Su Wen: “Shouldn’t?”

He glanced at Little Yan Wang: “Qi Wu, do you want to eat tomorrow?”

Little Qi Wu blinked her big eyes: “Qi Wu wants to eat! Dad too!”

Su Wen nodded and silently looked at  Kong Lin .

 Kong Lin : “…Fine, for Qi Wu’s sake.”

So the two adults and one child began bustling around in the kitchen, with a dog helping to take out the trash.

Da Zhang Siqing, who had been too afraid to speak, was utterly astonished. He had never imagined that the Netherworld, which sounded so terrifying, would have Ghosts and Gods who were so… well, down-to-earth.

The intention behind the cleaning was good, but the results were less than satisfactory.

Judge Dad hadn’t yet learned how to be a competent homemaker.

So when he dropped the basin and bowl for the third time,  Kong Lin  couldn’t hold back anymore. He smiled slightly, barely maintaining his good temper: “Lord Su, isn’t it time for you to experience some mortal life? Does this look like you’re taking care of a child?”

Su Wen looked at the puddles of water on the floor and frowned: “I’m learning.”

 Kong Lin  was momentarily speechless.

Little Qi Wu quickly tugged at him: “Uncle, don’t be mad. Dad is doing really well.”

 Kong Lin : “I should have let Jin Wen take care of her instead.”

Su Wen tightened his grip on the cleaning cloth and glanced down at the Little King of Hell who had been defending him all along: “It’s too late.”

[LOL, so out of touch with reality. Is this cleaning or wrecking the place?]

[Wait, from the sound of it, he’s never done chores before. Is he really a fallen young master?]

[Who’s Jin Wen that the handsome guy mentioned? Could it be that they had agreed to take care of the kid beforehand?]

[Is this really a script? I’ve been following this for so long and finally got hooked, and now you pull this?]

[But if it’s a script, we’re still enjoying it.]

[Fine, I’ll accept it if it’s a script, but these two men better stay!]

The kitchen battle lasted for over half an hour. Little Qi Wu then took  Kong Lin  on a tour of her Temple of the King of Hell, introducing him to the new appliances that had arrived today.  Kong Lin  listened attentively, increasingly convinced that sending Lord Yama to the Human Realm had been a wise decision.

Not long after, the takeout arrived. Although  Kong Lin  had brought some fruits and snacks from his City God Temple, they seemed rather unimpressive compared to the takeout, so he didn’t rush to bring them out.

Seeing the Little King of Hell eating so happily,  Kong Lin  felt a mix of emotions. What kind of life had she been living for the past three years?

Usually, Su Wen would eat with the Little King of Hell, but  Kong Lin  had never eaten before, so he didn’t touch his chopsticks much.

Little Qi Wu stood up from her chair, leaning on the table, and started putting food into his bowl: “Uncle  Kong Lin , eat!”

 Kong Lin  was pleasantly surprised: “Thank you, Qi Wu.”

Little Qi Wu kept her big eyes on him as he ate, eagerly asking: “Is it delicious?”

“Yes.”

It was indeed different from the taste of incense and candles.

Little Qi Wu earnestly promised: “Qi Wu is studying hard now and will work harder in the future so that all of you can eat like this too.”

 Kong Lin  paused, meeting the Little King of Hell’s beautiful eyes. The food in his mouth suddenly lost its flavor. After a long while, he finally nodded: “Thank you, Qi Wu.”

After all, she was just a three-year-old child, yet her heart was entirely devoted to the Underworld. Such purity was rare in the world.

[I’m speechless. Such a handsome guy can’t even eat properly? Give me your address, I’ll take care of your meals from now on!]

[Let me make a bold guess. Could they be from a declining family? A person’s demeanor can’t be faked.]

[Come to my house! I can take care of the kid, the dad, and the uncle. We’ll live happily as a family of four!]

[Even if they’re in decline, why does Qi Wu always say she needs to study hard to make everyone’s life better? She’s just a child.]

[Maybe she wants to share the burden with the adults?]

After the meal,  Kong Lin  finally brought out the fruits he had brought for the Little King of Hell to enjoy as dessert. Last time, he had packed them in her little backpack, but this time he casually took out a small fruit plate from his Netherworld Bureau.

He made sure to take it out off-camera, afraid that the audience might see his “Universe in the sleeve.”

Little Qi Wu didn’t hold back. She always enjoyed her food with gusto and even placed one on the table for Da Zhang Siqing, who had been watching eagerly.

Due to the camera, the other two Ghosts and Gods pretended not to see him and let him be.

Da Zhang Siqing floated beside Little Qi Wu, munching on an apple, and exclaimed in surprise: “This apple is so sweet.”

After eating it, he felt as if his soul had become lighter, free from any distracting thoughts.

Little Qi Wu often ate such things and knew they were different—these were offerings from others.

She pointed to the small fruit plate: “This is from the Netherworld Bureau, with a Ghost God Seal, so the things inside are sweeter.”

Just like her little milk bottle, made by Grandma Meng Po, even though it was milk from a dead cow, it didn’t taste bad.

Da Zhang Siqing circled around the small fruit plate: “No wonder it’s so beautiful. Is this an antique?”

His house had many jars and bottles brought back by his bad dad, all of which were said to be expensive antiques.

Little Qi Wu asked in confusion: “What’s an antique?”

“An antique is something from many, many years ago.”

Little Qi Wu seemed to understand: “Then it probably is. The Underworld has existed for many, many years.”

“Wow! So you’re the Hell King Kid, you must be very rich.”

Little Qi Wu shook her head, looking particularly worried: “No, we’re very poor.”

While Little Qi Wu was talking to the little ghost, the two big Ghosts and Gods remained silent. To the audience, it looked like three people sitting silently, with the child staring at the fruit and occasionally sighing.

Not only did she sigh, but the audience also sighed, wondering why they had been watching these seemingly mute people for so long.

【This silent nature, even the new handsome guy can’t escape it?】

【I’ve never seen such a family that doesn’t know how to create content, they don’t make any highlights.】

【I’ve been watching Zai Zai stare at the plate in front of her for so long, why does it look more and more familiar?】

【A fruit plate you can buy ten for ten yuan at the small market, of course it’s familiar.】

【No, the patterns and the texture of the fruit plate, it looks just like a three-color plate I saw in the museum before.】

【Does it say ‘Made in China’ at the bottom?】

【They’re so genuinely poor, it’s a bit impolite to dream like this.】

Not only could the audience not stand it anymore, but even  Kong Lin  couldn’t stand it. He had wanted to ask since he saw the video: Are these two always like this on the show?

Although he didn’t understand variety shows, the City God Temple was mostly in the human realm, so he had heard a bit. Variety shows need effects, they need to stir things up.

But these two were sitting like they were meditating, one happily chatting with a ghost, the other lost in thought. How on earth did they earn Faith Merit in this atmosphere!

He had even wanted to learn from them to use in the City God Temple later, but now, what was there to learn?

 Kong Lin  sighed and knocked on the table: “Su Wen, don’t you usually talk on the show?”

Su Wen: “Talk about what?”

 Kong Lin : “Anything, find something to do. Isn’t that what you do on shows? Otherwise, what would the audience watch?”

Implied meaning: You need to let people watch you.

【Damn! This handsome guy named  Kong Lin ! He’s my internet spokesperson!】

【If you can talk, say more!】

Su Wen still didn’t see the problem: “We have nothing else to do.”

 Kong Lin : “…”

Hopeless. He shouldn’t have been swayed by that face and teamed up with Meng Po to trick him into the human realm.

But the Little King of Hell did gain Merit! How did that happen?

Do audiences like this kind of thing now?

What kind of special preference is this?

When he fell silent, the production team brought in the person responsible for the live stream. No special equipment was needed; just a phone adjusted properly would suffice. After setting up the sponsored products, Wang Yang explained the key points: “There’s nothing too complicated. Just interact with the comments and mention our advertising slogans.”

 Kong Lin  asked, “Should I step aside then?”

“No need,” Wang Yang quickly seized the opportunity, saying, “You’re a friend of Mr. Su and Qi Wu. You can stay. Although this is impromptu, we’ll still give you a small appearance fee.”

 Kong Lin  was in no hurry to leave anymore and leisurely sat down. “Alright.”

Money talks.

The live stream switched lines. This time, it was an interactive live stream where viewers could see themselves and the comments.

Little  Qi Wu  sat in the middle, her eyes darting around as she looked at herself on the screen.

This was different from the King of Hell she saw online earlier. This was the real King of Hell!

She touched her face. ” Qi Wu  sees  Qi Wu !”

“Ahhh, Zai Zai! I see you too! Zai Zai, Mommy loves you!”

“Beauty overload! More of this kind of live stream, please, Director!”

Little  Qi Wu  couldn’t read. She stared curiously at the rapidly scrolling comments. “What does this say?”

Su Wen and  Kong Lin  glanced at the screen: “…”

What mommy? Tsk tsk, being the mommy of Lord Yama is not something to joke about!

Su Wen calmly said, “They’re saying good evening,  Qi Wu .”

Little  Qi Wu  smiled, her eyes curving. “Good evening to you too!”

“Ahhh, good evening to my two husbands!”

“Husband, I can take care of your lives! Let’s live happily as a family of four!”

Su Wen: “…”

He was speechless again.

He didn’t understand the modern way of thinking. Isn’t there supposed to be only one husband?

 Kong Lin  was also speechless. He felt like he really didn’t know how to earn Karma anymore.

Is it really this absurd? Having to be someone’s husband and Zai Zai?

The Human Realm is terrifying!

It’s better to stay silent and not have to engage.

Soon, the viewers noticed that one person who couldn’t read was peeking at the camera, while the two who could read pretended they couldn’t and started playing mute.

“?”

” Kong Lin , where’s your mouth?”

“Muteness is contagious, lol.”

Wang Yang didn’t expect things to go in this direction and reminded them, “The advertising slogans!”

Little  Qi Wu  tilted her head. She remembered this one!

It’s the piggy sponsor!

Since Judge Dad and the City God weren’t speaking, it was up to the Hell King Kid to hold the family together!

So she puffed out her chest. “Thank you to our piggy sponsor… Huh?”

Su Wen covered her mouth. “Repeat after me, the sponsor.”

 Kong Lin : “…These two ancestors are going to be the death of me in the Human Realm.”

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