Rebirth: I am the boss uncle

Chapter 311 I'm here to take you home!

Pluto sneered in his heart

"Hmph, what? This person can do it, but my Xuan'er can't? I'm telling you, go back and tell that damned God that even if we turn the world upside down, we in the Underworld will rescue Xuan'er. You know our Underworld's style of doing things, we have never been bound by any constraints. We can fight if we want. If the Emperor of Heaven feels that we can repeat the war tens of millions of years ago, we in the Underworld will fight to the end..."

Upon hearing this, the White-Robed Immortal's heart tightened. If this... if the great war from that year were truly restarted, then surely the world would remain peaceful for tens of thousands of years...

"Your Majesty Pluto, you're joking. I...we...didn't mean that. I just...just felt...that there was no need to do that for one person...In a few years, this person will...will transform into anything in this world, or...or maybe be reincarnated as a human and have a better life...Your Majesty Pluto, why...do this..."

The White-Robed Immortal's voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke. Looking at the ugly faces of the people in the Underworld, he knew that what he said was too much, but for the sake of the people of the world, he had to do this... They in the upper world couldn't just watch the Underworld make such a big move in the human world just to save one person.

The King of Hell looked at the extremely hypocritical face of the Immortal in White and felt extremely disgusted. He sneered

"You know what? You should be thankful I don't have the time to bother with you. Otherwise, you wouldn't even know how you died... I've always thought that being high and mighty in the upper realms was okay, because they've endured hardships to become immortals, and they've seen through the suffering of the world and understand the hardships and pain of humanity... But looking at you now, it turns out that's not entirely true..."

The white-robed immortal looked troubled

"This……"

"I've requested help from the higher realms more than once regarding Xuan'er's situation, but the answer you gave me was that he was just a mortal, and his name couldn't be entered into the immortal world's Book of Life and Death. You placed all the responsibility for his fate's change on us, and we accepted it... But we repeatedly requested help from the higher realms, but you repeatedly refused. In the end, you even put all the blame on them, blaming him for making the wrong choice... Saying that if he had chosen to let the heavens save him instead of accepting help from the underworld, then they would have had a much easier time... Haha, what kind of bullshit is that... I'm telling you, we're definitely going to save this guy..."

The White-robed Immortal lowered his head in embarrassment when he heard these words.

Hades looked at Ye Youxuan, who had used his body as a vessel to kill most of the evil spirits, and at the wooden hairpin still stuck in his neck, and his heart ached.

"He was bullied, imprisoned, and murdered... For three whole years, he desperately tried to save himself through his own efforts... In despair, he even prayed to all the gods, placing his final hope on those unreliable gods. Tell me, did you go to save him? He begged for your help with all his heart, but did you come? You didn't come... Did you truly hear the desperate pleas from the human world? Did you truly hear the cries for help coming from the human world? Did you see the world full of suffering? You... couldn't see! You only saw yourself..."

The white-robed immortal lowered his head...

"us……"

"Why waste time talking to him? Just do it. After rescuing Xuan'er, I won't ascend to the Thirty-third Heaven. I'll take his last name... and... I believe this Supreme God, whom you hold so dearly in your hearts, should be willing to help..."

Fusang supported himself with both hands, and red spiritual energy kept rushing towards the sky, transmitting spiritual energy to the black and gold Bagua formation in the air. His hands were busy, and his mouth kept talking. Looking at the white-robed immortal who turned pale because of his words, he laughed heartily...

……

Mo Yan, who was standing aside, looked at Ye Youxuan's soul gradually gathering on the sea of flowers in the underworld.

"Okay, stop talking. Xuan'er's soul has been gathered. Now is the time when we cannot be distracted."

After saying this, he raised his hand and waved it, and the Immortal in White was driven out of the barrier. This time, no matter what he said, he couldn't get even a little closer...

Seeing that he could not get close to the barrier, the White-robed Immortal watched the two Martial Gods fighting inside the barrier.

"What are you two doing? Hurry up!"

But the two warrior gods seemed to be in a bitter fight, and did not pay any attention to his words. The more they fought, the further away they were from the White-robed Immortal's location.

Looking at Ye Youxuan floating above the sea of flowers, Pluto looked anxious. He felt Ye Youxuan's hesitation. This was the last chance. If the specified time passed, Ye Youxuan would never come back!

"Everyone is trying their best, we only have one last bit left...Xuan'er seems to be in a dilemma, he doesn't want to come back...Mo Yan, hurry!"

Mo Yan frowned upon hearing this...