Chapter 4 — Underworld Has Bluetooth Signal

I looked at Old Ghost Black Mountain, revealing a smile that I considered very cruel.

“Taste my father's love!”

I pulled the trigger. The heart-shaped rocket trailed a trail of pink fire, screaming towards Old Devil Black Mountain. That scene was both girly and violent.

“Boom——!”

A loud explosion rang out, Black Son Old Ghost and his skull were both blown apart by this "love kiss". The entire mountain cave was silent. The armless demon and his subordinates stared at me with wide eyes and open mouths, as if they were looking at a monster. I wore a sparkling seven-color phoenix dress, in my hand was carrying an RPG that was emitting blue smoke, behind me was A Vo with an expressionless face. This image is truly difficult to describe in one word. I cleared my throat, imitated the look in the movie, and said to them:

"Now, here we are talking about counting. Any comments?"

The ghosts all knelt down and shouted in unison:

“Meet the Demon King!”

I, Lam Dien, a recently deceased ghost, only twenty years old, confused like that, relying on my parents' strange aesthetic taste and tough love, became the Demon King of the Western part of Uong Tu City. 4. After becoming the Demon King, life is not as majestic as we thought. First, we have to deal with a bunch of problems. The area left behind by Old Ghost Black Mountain is very large, there are also many little ghosts under his control, every day there are all kinds of trivial disputes that come to me to resolve.

“Lord Demon King, Truong Tam stole the offering I just received!”

"Demon King, last night Ly Tu had a dream to scare people, and ended up scaring people into the ICU. The earthly police are investigating, what should we do?"

“Sir Demon King, the Eastern Demon King sent a ghost to provoke!”

My head hurts like it's about to split. When I was alive, I didn't even have to be the class president, and now I have to manage hundreds of demons. Luckily, there is A Vo. Although he cannot speak, he handles his work very orderly. He will use the pen and paper my parents burned, record the events every day, and then propose a solution for us to decide. With his help, we quickly established a new order. It is forbidden to rely on the strong to oppress the weak, offerings are distributed according to needs, new ghosts will be led by old ghosts to get used to the environment. The western area of Uong Tu City has become more harmonious than ever before. Our reputation also gradually spread outside. Everyone knows that the West Region has a new Demon King. His temper is not small, but his heart is not bad. Most importantly, the support is very strong. Because our parents' "airdrops" continue. They seemed to feel that my career as a Demon King needed dignity, so they began to burn me with more and more outrageous things. Paper convertible car, Lamborghini style, also pink. A lavish paper palace, the kind with a swimming pool and a back garden. There is even a team of paper staffs, playing the out-of-tune version of "Fortune Comes", patrolling the door of my palace every day. Every day we frantically probe the boundaries of social death. Today, the Demon King of the Eastern Region, a female ghost calling herself "Lady Huyet Sat", sent a messenger to give me an invitation, inviting me to participate in the "Hundred Demon Night Banquet" three days later. The invitation said that it was to congratulate me on becoming the owner of the West area, and at the same time discuss the peaceful coexistence of the two areas. It sounds very normal. But A Vo held the invitation, his eyebrows furrowed. He pointed to a very difficult blood-colored mark saw it on the invitation, then shook his head at me. I don't understand, but I know A Vo is reminding me that there is danger. I'm a bit hesitant. If we refuse, it will be like showing weakness to the East. They will definitely be invaded in the future. If we go, there's a possibility of an ambush. Just as I was confused, my mother's mumbling came again.

"Daughter, I was watching TV today and saw people saying that attending a party must have a talented performance. I burned you a guzheng zither, and when that time comes, you can play a song to open their eyes, don't make me lose face."

The fire flashed, and a delicate paper painting appeared in front of me. I looked at the ancient tree and suddenly had an idea. Maybe we can go. But not to go to a party. It's about disrupting the crowd. Three days later, Bach Quy Da Yen. The location is located in a cemetery between the East and West boundaries, with a gloomy atmosphere. Lady Huyet Sat really put up a huge battle. Hundreds of demons divided into two rows, in the middle was a path leading to the chair. She herself sat high up, on a throne piled up from countless white bones, wearing a blood-red robe, beautiful yet dangerous. I followed the appointment and only brought A Vo with me. Today I didn't wear the seven-colored phoenix dress my mother burned, but changed into a neat black outfit, also made of paper, but looks much more alert. I left the pink Gatling gun at the palace, I only brought the diamond-studded Desert Eagle, strapped to my waist. In my hand I hold the ancient thatch my mother just burned for me.

"The owner of the Western District, Lam Dien, is truly famous and has a lot of courage."