Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha

Upon hearing this, Nezha was taken aback and at a loss for words. To think that in the days that I’ve stayed here, everyone has been saying that the Wang Family of Lingquan Town act tyrannically and cover the sky with one hand; now looking at you, you really can bend and stretch, so worldly and smooth.

Before he could verbalize his thoughts, he saw Wang Hanwen push open the sedan door and its thick, beautifully embroidered curtains, and quickly walk up to him, grabbing his hands and placing a purse from around his waist into them.

Wang Hanwen took Nezha’s hands with a sincere look on his face and said, "I and Brother Nezha hit it off at first sight, it’s just a pity that I was in a hurry when I left home and didn’t bring any gifts. Here, this is a bag of golden sunflower seeds made by our family’s goldsmith, please accept it as travel expenses and make sure to take it."

It is said that one should not slap the hand that’s offered in kindness, and here Wang Hanwen was smiling to the point of nearly crying, especially since he was accepting someone else’s money in front of a crowd.

Nezha accepted the seeds, and looking at the trembling legs beneath the other’s clothes, as if shaking like chaff, he laughed and said, "Brother Wang, it’s getting cold; you should wear long johns."

"Long johns?"

Wang Hanwen was confused but just smiled and agreed.

Nezha weighed the purse in his hand and said, "Brother Wang, after all, human life is precious and not to be taken lightly. Death is heavier than Mount Tai, so this matter needs to be thoroughly investigated. If after I leave, it turns out to be a misunderstanding, the people of Lingquan Town would think I had executed the wrong person."

"There has been no misunderstanding; everything has been thoroughly investigated!"