Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Hearing her son's screams, Jiang Chuhong felt bad.

She instinctively wanted to turn around and leave, but was reluctant to look at it, but her subconscious seemed to be firmly shackled, nailing her to the spot.

Can't even look away.

In this way, she forcibly watched the whole process of her son's execution and watched him finally disappear into the frying pan.

The whole person was trembling like a sieve, and the deep-rooted fear was as if all this was not a dream, but a picture of real existence.

However, after the execution was over, the oil pan was pushed away by the monsters.

Jiang Chuhong was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

But then, on both sides of the road ahead, two lines of blue and faint ghost fires suddenly burst out.

The other side of the road was full of figures, and soon, she saw four handsome men in strange official uniforms walking towards her.

"Jiang Chuhong, do you know the crime?"

The leading man gave a cold drink, and Jiang Chuhong suddenly felt that her legs were out of control again, and knelt down straight.

She was panicked and puzzled by the question, and subconsciously replied: "I, what's my crime? I didn't commit a crime! No!"

"You are innocent in the world, but in the underworld, you have sinned deeply!"

The man took out a memorial and read it expressionlessly.

"Jiang Chuhong, you have a vicious and dark mind, and you used a method that the world does not tolerate to mix black dog blood with your stepdaughter's ashes, which has been officially accepted by the king of hell in my underworld."

"Three days later, you will be exhausted, and you will be detained and returned to the Underworld to accept the final punishment!"

After speaking, the four beautiful men flashed and disappeared directly in front of Jiang Chuhong.

Immediately afterwards, a group of evil spirits with their teeth and claws suddenly rushed towards her...

"……what!!"

After screaming for a while, Jiang Chuhong suddenly opened her eyes and sat up straight from the bed.

The pajamas were already soaked in cold sweat.

She was sluggish for a while, subconsciously slapping her chilled face.

This, is this a dream?

This dream is too real, isn't it?

Jiang Chuhong took a few deep breaths before slowly recovering from the boundless fear.

She got out of bed and decided to pour a glass of water to calm down.

But when he put on his slippers, he saw a strange feeling in the corner of his eyes.

The woman froze suddenly, stiffened her body, and turned her face away mechanically.

I saw that the memorial that convicted her in the dream was lying on her bedside table at this time!

...

After that, Jiang Chuhong was restless all day, her mind was full of that dream, and the memorial in her bag.

Even work went wrong many times.

She really had no choice but to ask for the next day's leave, and decided to go see the old Taoist priest who gave her bloody blood.

However, when she came to the small shop deep in the alley, she found that the old Taoist priest was no longer there.

Instead, there was an elegant and handsome young man who looked less than twenty years old, sitting in front of the old rosewood counter reading ancient books.

"can I help you?"

The young man didn't lift his head, and asked in a hoarse voice.

After a pause, he continued, "You are Ms. Jiang Chuhong, right? Master has gone on a tour. He said that you will come back to him one day, and let the disciples wait for you here."

"..."

Jiang Chuhong thought for a while, and finally gritted her teeth, took out the memorial, and handed it to Nian.

He asked in a low voice, "Little Master, can you help me see what this is?"