Mr. Xie, please respect yourself! I am your grandfather's ancestor.

At the gate of Yama's Palace in the underworld.

Mr. Xie and a few others squatted on the threshold of the hall.

"Old Bai, do you think our master has forgotten about us?"

Mr. Lu also echoed, "Yeah, it's been so long, didn't the master say he was going to the toilet? Why hasn't he come back yet?"

Yes, a few hours ago, they were dragged over by Situ Yan.

It was just because he asked them if they had prepared the money to build the golden statue of Si Tong, and then Mr. Lu told the truth and said that Si Tong had been resurrected several months ago.

As a result, Situ Yan thought that they did not believe that he was deceiving him, so he directly pulled down their souls.

Here comes a face-to-face meeting!

Then, the four of them recounted a series of events that happened after they returned to the temple to burn incense this year.

Finally, their master only asked one question, "So what you mean is that my grave was not struck by lightning accidentally last time, but was struck by my master herself?"

After getting the same and affirmative answer from the four of them, he said his stomach hurt a little and left.

The four of them didn't dare to walk around or move around, so they had to sit here and wait for their master to come back and send them back.

However, after waiting and waiting, it was almost time to go to work, but the master still hadn't returned.

Someone, oh no, a ghost was passing by on his way to work, and he kept looking at them with a curious look on his face.

The people watching had no choice but to lower their heads in silence. It was so embarrassing.

How come this grandmaster is so much less reliable than the old ancestor?

No wonder I mistook the ancestor’s meditation for his ascension.

When their graves were hacked apart, they could only think of one word - it’s what they deserve!

Mr. Bai stood up and stretched his legs. "I'm afraid the master won't come back. He probably used the shit escape method. I think he's afraid of getting hit again. Let's find someone... a ghost to help see if he can get back up there by himself."

Although Master Zhan was in a spirit state, his legs and feet were fine. He stood up and looked around, saying, "I've observed that the time in the underworld seems to be synchronized with the world of the living. I guess our ancestors have already received the news that our souls have left our bodies. We can't rely on our master, but our ancestors are still quite reliable."

A few people thought so and decided to ask ghosts for help, but how should they say it?

Should we just say that they were pulled down by the King of Hell and then the King of Hell ran away, so we need to send them back?

Forget it, let’s just wait for their ancestor!

Several people sat back down.

"Now there is a very realistic question. Should we go back and tell our old master about his existence?"

Mr. Xie raised this question.

The four of them knew it when they just met. Last time, they all thought that the other party would tell the ancestor, but in the end, no one said anything!

Several people were silent.

It's difficult to tell or not tell.

Because the situations were different both times.

Last time it was obvious that the master didn’t know, and this time it was that the master was unwilling.

Mr. Lu, who was sitting at the edge, noticed a pot of flowers. He didn’t know what kind it was, but it was bright red. He guessed it was the most classic Mandosha in the underworld.

That thing was everywhere on the Yellow Springs Road, so he just picked it up and started picking the petals one by one in his hand.

"Tell, don't tell, tell, don't tell..."

The three of them looked over when they heard the sound and were speechless for a moment.

What about these little beans?

But it’s okay this way, he has the best luck, and in the end maybe it will really be the best choice.

As a result, when Mr. Lu had just picked half of the fruits, a roar of pain and regret rang through the ears of several people.

"Stop! My little red!"

Cui Yu, who was originally in a good mood, came to work as usual with a tablet in his left hand and a judge's pen in his right hand. However, he saw that the only flower in the underworld that had a chance to produce a flower spirit and that he had carefully nurtured had most of its petals plucked out by someone.

Cui Yu stared at Mr. Lu and shouted, "Who are you? Tell me your names. Why are you here in the King of Hell?"

Mr. Lu hid the evidence in his hand behind his back in a flash, just like trying to cover up his ears while stealing a bell.

He smiled awkwardly, "We were invited here by our master, your boss, Lord Yama. We are his disciples!"

The other old men also felt embarrassed and could only nod and smile in agreement.

Cui Yu frowned, "Guest? A guest sitting on the doorstep?"

Four people: "..."

Cui Yu then took a closer look at the status of the few people, "You four are living souls! What is the King of Hell doing? How can he bring living souls here? It's nonsense. Where are the others!"

Several people said in unison: "Toilet."

This time it was Cui Yu's turn to be speechless. Where was the toilet in their underworld!

Mr. Lu's eyes turned, and taking advantage of the moment when Cui Yu was stunned, he quickly put the flower back into the pot, and then silently covered it tightly with soil.

Cui Yu: “…”

As long as it is observed by Xuan Yue, few of them are normal!

I really want to meet the person who is said to have founded Xuan Yue Temple, and ask her for advice on the way of becoming a Buddhist.

Old Master Xie pursed his lips, stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Hello, may I know your name? Can you send us back to the world of the living? Or can you contact our master?"

Cui Yu held his forehead with his hand, thinking that he would really find a job for him that day.

He said expressionlessly, "Which city do you live in?"

Mr. Xie quickly replied: "Jinghai City."

Cui Yu tucked the tablet under his armpit, reached out and pulled out the intercom on his waist, and pressed the button: "Ahem, hello, hello, who is the ghost messenger from Jinghai City? Come over and send these four souls back to the world of the living."

Four souls: Is the underworld so new every day now?

This is both a tablet and a walkie-talkie.

But they figured it out in an instant.

Ghosts are what people become after they die. As time progresses, the underworld is of course constantly innovating.

This is normal.

As soon as Cui Yu released the button on the intercom, someone responded to him.

Unfortunately, the group of ten ghost messengers from Jinghai City were all out collecting souls.

Only Bai Wuchang, who was on duty, was left sleeping in the dormitory.

Cui Yu said "I understand" and then clicked on the tablet.

The familiar video call ringtone rang.

After a while, the call was connected.

Mr. Lu, who was closest to him, took a quick glance and saw a sea of ​​white.

What a white face!

If I want to put on makeup, is there no such white shade available?

Realizing that his thoughts were a little too erratic, Mr. Lu quickly and quietly withdrew his gaze.

"Xiaobai, get up, there is a job for you to do--"

Cui Yu paused in the middle of his words.

Xie Bian was still in a daze and didn't hear clearly what he said. He rubbed his eyes and turned on the phone forcibly, "Uncle Cui, what did you just say? Say it again, I didn't hear clearly."

Cui Yu came back to his senses, "Ah, it's okay, you can go back to sleep."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

The judge's pen in his hand began to turn, and there was nothing in front of him.

The four souls were summoned back to the world of the living.

He narrowed his eyes, thinking that there must be someone who has the ability to summon souls back from the underworld. The person with this ability must be the popular figure in the underworld some time ago, the female mystic!

Who is she?