Quick Wear: Everyone knows I am a good person

"There are two more souls? Who are they? Where are they?"

Lao Xu, an old man lying on the sofa not far away, stood up suddenly with light in his eyes.

The results are here!

"I've sent you the information and location, go ahead."

The yinchai responded.

Lao Xu lowered his head and looked at his phone twice, and then it disappeared in a flash.

"He He……"

Yu Wenqing stammered.

"Oh~ I'm going to catch two ignorant ghosts. Don't worry."

The ghost was explaining, and while he was speaking, another ghost who had just died came.

He completed the process very quickly.

Yu Wenqing was so quiet throughout the whole process, as if he was fast asleep.

Thinking about working with so many underworld officials, he felt his scalp tingling.

"Well, what happens if I don't get the underworld ID card?"

Yu Wenqing couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"That means they are illegal immigrants and cannot be reborn."

"Does the underworld have to pay for things now?"

Yincha: ...

The ghost officials all laughed when they heard this. "No, where can you get things done for free? The underworld is pretty much the same as the living world. Although souls won't die of starvation if they don't eat or drink, there are very few who really don't eat. Even if you can hold on, you still have to stay, right? Staying here costs money."

"If you dare to sleep on the street, you will either be arrested by the underworld or eaten by evil spirits."

"Then you won't even have a chance to be reborn."

"Sigh~"

Yu Wenqing took a breath and lowered his voice and said, "Well... since it costs money to go down, can I burn some for myself in advance?"

Yinchai was completely speechless.

"also."

He nodded, "If you want to come down early and be our colleague."

Spending money in advance is like applying for a bank card to save money for the baby in your belly.

Once this account is opened, you will be on the list of the underworld messengers, wondering how much you like the life in the underworld~

You never know, I might hook your soul away before the time comes.

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Yu Wenqing breathed a sigh of relief. After hearing the second half, Yu Wenqing almost lost his temper and waved his hands quickly, "Forget it, forget it. I'd better live for two years first."

When he dies, I will definitely find a reliable person to burn hundreds of millions of gold ingots for him.

Go down and become a rich man.

While Yu Wenqing was thinking, he caught a glimpse of two shadows floating in from the corner of his eye.

"Good evening, Lord Wuchang."

"Master Wuchang, you are finally back. We have found out that there are still two ghost kings at large, and they are currently..."

Yu Wenqing:!!!

Yu Wenqing's throat moved nervously. He looked up at the Black and White Impermanence, and cold sweat appeared on his palms.

It is true that he is a monk.

But who wouldn’t have the same reaction when seeing the Black and White Impermanence late at night?

The one assigned to Lin Province is Black and White Impermanence No. 35.

As soon as he entered the room, he felt the breath of a living being that did not belong to the underworld. Seeing that the person had some spiritual skills, he guessed that he was a colleague from the special office next door and did not pay much attention to him.

Hei Wuchang swung the soul-catching lock in his hand.

A miserable ghost figure fell to the ground and was immediately held down by the other ghost officials and dragged in like a dead dog. Immediately afterwards, the sound of inhumane ghost howlings rang out from inside.

This is... a private execution!!!

Yu Wenqing was so scared that his legs were shaking.

But judging from the strong yin energy on the ghost, it must be at least an S-level ghost. In the past, they had to kill several people and could not catch it at all, but now it was miserable...

As expected, professional matters should be left to professionals...professional ghosts!

Black and White Impermanence had no time to chat, so they checked on the two escaped ghost kings and then floated away again.

Yu Wenqing gave a thumbs up to the yinchai beside him, "Brother, you are awesome."

The ghost smiled broadly.

Really cracked.

The kind of cracks that split the whole face.

Yu Wenqing's breath was choked and he almost fainted.

Seeing his reaction, Yinchai quickly rubbed his face and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of my face after working every day, so it's dry. I'll go to the beauty salon to replenish water when I'm on vacation."

"Ha...hahaha...your underworld is quite interesting."

"Well, my dad is about to give birth, and I have to go home to take care of him. I'm leaving first, and we can talk another day."

Wait until he has built up his courage before coming to the underworld to do it.

If you build good relationships with this group of evildoers, who knows, they might take care of you more in the future?

Anyway, you have to die sooner or later, and we will meet each other sooner or later.

Yu Wenqing thought about it and floated away like a soul.

The ghost was still busy with his task.

The entire underworld office is very busy. The underworld offices in major provinces are brightly lit at night and full of ghosts.

Fortunately, due to the special circumstances of the Special Office, the locations chosen in various provinces are a bit off-center. Otherwise, given their situation, they would be reported sooner or later.

Shu Jiao still broadcasts once a day, popularizing common knowledge about the underworld to the public, introducing the major organizational structures and various underworld officials.

Quickly became the top anchor of the platform.

He can be said to be invincible in the metaphysics channel.

After all, other metaphysics anchors don’t dare to play like her, and they will be banned if they are not careful. But this does not prevent them from taking advantage of the popularity!

Hell!

This is a hot word in the metaphysics circle.

Soon, the public followed suit, with stories like "Five little facts about the underworld you must know", "The love-hate entanglement of the ten kings of hell", "Meng Po's lingering love story"...

No matter whether it is true or false, as long as it has the word "hell" in it, people will like to watch it.

If there are people who like to watch and there is traffic, then there will be people to create content.

Even later, other circles followed suit.

Beauty circle - underworld style makeup, ghost bride makeup, paper man makeup...

Music Circle - Those top hell soundtracks, creepy ghost music, classic funeral songs...

Outdoor Circle - Today we are exploring the entrance to the underworld - the foot of Mount Tai, the legendary haunted forest, live broadcast all night...

Emotional experts began to share ghost stories, and live-streaming hosts began to use “good things recommended by the underworld.”

Under this overwhelming and comprehensive online communication, the faith value and incense of the underworld are rising rapidly.

When Shu Jiao went to the underworld again, she saw a strange figure beside the Naihe Bridge, and the maid standing next to her was the female ghost who used to make Mengpo soup beside the Naihe Bridge.

That is Meng Po.

She looked to be no more than twenty years old, with a stunning face, black hair and a red dress, charming eyes, a slender figure, and fair and translucent skin.

Seeing Shu Jiao from afar, she smiled and bowed from a distance, "Thank you for saving me, fellow Taoist."

When she first woke up, she was shocked for a moment by the drastic change in the underworld. Later, Cui Jue told her what had happened before.

She was able to wake up thanks to Shu Jiao's fame for her in the world, so this gift was well deserved.

"You are so polite, my friend. It's just a small favor."

Shu Jiao chuckled, glanced at the Meng Po soup in the large jar that was emitting slightly hot steam, and joked: "When you wake up, I'm afraid there will be fewer newborns in the world who "have not forgotten to be clean."

Hearing this, Meng Po felt a little embarrassed, "I am sorry to have made a fool of myself. This Meng Po soup is only made by me. Once I fall asleep, no one else can make it. The underworld can do nothing about it either."

"Fellow Daoist, are you here to look for Judge Cui?"