Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 81 My Sadistic Brother 34

After finishing the soup, Sang Yinuo looked like he hadn't had enough, and Zhao Zhao was once again shocked by his strange hobby.

"Zhaozhao, the underworld is no worse than the human world; there are lots of fun things there!"

Zhao Zhao thought that what he meant by "fun" was probably those ghosts.

Nestled in his arms, Zhao Zhao's eyes were half-closed; she wanted to sleep again.

Noticing this, Sang Yinuo's smile faded, and she frowned slightly. "Zhaozhao, why are you sleepy again?"

It's only morning now, and Zhao Zhao is sleeping for longer and longer periods of time.

"Zhao Zhao?" He patted his back, but when he didn't respond, he realized that Zhao Zhao had fallen asleep.

Sang Yinuo probed his spiritual energy to check, but everything was still normal. However, he still felt uneasy.

Fortunately, when he returned to the Young Emperor's Palace, a servant reported that the Underworld Emperor had returned, so without saying a word, he took Zhao Zhao and went to find him.

"Father."

Before the person arrived, the voice preceded them, and the Underworld Emperor was deeply gratified to hear the long-lost "Father Emperor".

Just as he was about to get up to greet her, Sang Yinuo rushed in carrying Zhao Zhao. "Father, why is Zhao Zhao sleeping so much today? Please take a look."

The Underworld Emperor thought Sang Yinuo was worrying too much and said unhurriedly, "It's normal for children to like to sleep. Who doesn't get sleepy when they're young? You were sleepy too."

Seeing his lifeless appearance made Sang Yinuo furious. "Old man, are you going to look or not!"

Seeing that he was really about to get angry, the Underworld Emperor quickly came over and hugged Zhao Zhao. Sang Yinuo stood aside with a dark face, "Can you be a little more reliable? My dear father."

The Underworld Emperor smiled ingratiatingly, "Alright, alright~"

It's another conversation where it's hard to tell who's the father and who's the son.

After examining Zhao Zhao, the Underworld Emperor still couldn't find anything wrong. However, all this work did wake Zhao Zhao up.

Zhao Zhao was still sleepy and clearly exhausted. He lifted his eyelids and saw that his father had returned. He reached out and hugged his neck affectionately, saying, "You finally decided to come back."

The Underworld Emperor chuckled, "Who taught you this sarcastic tone?"

He spoke to Zhao Zhao, but his eyes were fixed on Sang Yinuo.

Sang Yinuo showed no sign of guilt, proudly raising his chin as if to say, "How good is my teaching? My teaching is the best."

The Underworld Emperor was helpless. His sons, one after another, showed no respect for their elders, especially his second son, who exuded an evil aura.

"Alright, enough nonsense, how is Zhao Zhao?" Sang Yinuo asked.

"No problem." The Underworld Emperor shrugged. Although his soul was not very stable, it did not show any signs of deterioration. However, he saw that Zhao Zhao was indeed quite drowsy.

He handed Zhao Zhao to Sang Yinuo, and with a flick of his wrist, the ancient and mysterious Nine Souls Zither reappeared in his hand.

"You want to play the Nine Souls Zither?" Sang Yinuo's expression changed, and the next moment, soothing zither music flowed out.

Like Sang Yanyi, he also couldn't bear to listen to his father's soul-stirring music, so he put Zhaozhao down and wanted to leave.

"Nono, sit down and listen too." He's been a bit unsettled lately; he needs to calm down.

"Zhaozhao can listen, I don't need to." With that, she left without hesitation.

Knowing that Zhao Zhao was being taken care of by his father, he took time out of his busy schedule to deal with his pile of affairs.

One of them, concerning the Heart of Ten Thousand Souls, has seen no progress for a long time...

Thinking of this, Sang Yinuo was momentarily dazed. He couldn't figure out what he was thinking. He said he didn't want to give up, but he had let go of Shen Younian, the most important person in his life. He said he wanted to give up, but he was really unwilling to do so.

But now, if he were to capture a living soul, Sang Yinuo had to admit that he couldn't bring himself to do it. The good deeds Zhao Zhao had asked him to do seemed to have awakened a bit of his conscience.

Thinking of Zhao Zhao, a gentle smile involuntarily appeared on her lips. Hmph~ This little rascal really got me figured out.