Stop pretending, I'm a security guard, a five-star general!

At this moment, the air inside the elevator was deathly silent.

The two looked at each other, both swallowing hard and turning pale.

"Old Zhang, don't scare me. Tell me the truth, are you really 140 kilograms?" the skinny man asked, his voice trembling slightly.

The fat man's voice was already trembling with tears, "I fucking wish I were 140 kilograms, but the problem is I'm definitely not!"

"It's a ghost! It's a real ghost!" The skinny man looked panicked, sweat beading on his forehead. "Could it be that I've done too many bad things in my life, and the Black and White Impermanence have come knocking on my door?"

"Pah, pah, pah! Don't talk nonsense!"

Upon hearing this, the fat man's already pale face turned even whiter, and he trembled all over, quickly interrupting:

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! There can't possibly be ghosts in this world. We must believe in science!"

"Yes, yes, we must trust science." The skinny man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly chimed in.

"It's very likely that the elevator's display screen is broken!"

Upon hearing this, the fat man couldn't help but comfort himself:

"Yes, that must be it. We must believe in science and not in feudal superstitions."

"Hehehe, you two mere mortals dare to call me a feudal superstitious person! You have quite the nerve!"

Just as the two of them breathed a sigh of relief, a somewhat sinister voice suddenly reached their ears, instantly making their hair stand on end and giving them a jolt.

"Who is it!? Who is speaking!?"

The two quickly looked around, only to find that there was no one around. They were so frightened that their legs started trembling.

"Old Wang, did you hear that just now?"

"Hear, I heard it, you, you heard it too?"

"No, this must be a hallucination! It's all in our heads, we can't scare ourselves like this!" The fat man quickly shook his head and tried to calm himself down.

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than that eerie voice rang in their ears again.

"It's not a hallucination, I am right beside you."

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"Oh my god!? This is a ghost!!!"

The two people, one fat and one thin, were so frightened that they hugged each other, tears welling up in their eyes, and cried out in despair.

"Stop barking! If you bark again, I'll kill you all!"

The eerie voice rang out again, and the two men, one fat and one thin, quickly shut their mouths, though their legs continued to tremble with fear.

The slightly bolder fat man asked respectfully, his voice trembling:

"You ghost god, who are you? What do you want with us?"

"I am the King of Hell, in charge of life and death. Tell me, what do you want from me today?"

Yama!?

Upon hearing this, the fat and thin men were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground with a thud.

When the King of Hell comes knocking on their door, what else can they be doing but coming to claim their lives?

Boom boom boom! ! !

The two men, one fat and one thin, immediately knelt down and repeatedly kowtowed to the ground, begging for mercy.

"King Yama, spare our lives! King Yama, spare our lives! We have an eighty-year-old mother to support and a three-year-old child to raise. We are the pillars of our family, we cannot die!"

"Stop barking! If you want to live, answer a few questions!"

Upon hearing this, the two men, one fat and one thin, nodded frantically like chickens pecking at rice: "Okay, okay, please tell us, we promise to tell you everything we know!"

"I ask you, besides the members of the Divine Messenger Society, are there any other innocent passersby in this building?"

"No no!"

Upon hearing this, both the fat and thin men quickly shook their heads.

"Where is your boss?"

"He's in his top-floor office."

"Okay, now take me to him."

"Okay, okay."

Driven by extreme fear, the two did not hesitate for a moment and pressed the elevator button to go to the top floor.

Soon, the elevator reached the top floor, and the two brought 'King Yama' to the door of an office, pushed it open, and went inside.

A figure wearing a firebird mask was sitting on the sofa, and in front of him was a woman wearing a purple bodycon skirt and black stockings kneeling.

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Upon seeing the two who had suddenly barged in, the firebird's lips twitched violently, and it roared angrily:

"You bastards! Who allowed you in? Get out!"

The fat man spoke in a trembling voice:

"Sir, someone is looking for you."

"Can't you see I'm busy? I won't see you!"

"Sir, you'd better meet this person."

"No, you fucking can't understand me, can you? I said, I'm not seeing you!"

"Sir, you really must see him, otherwise your life may be in danger."

Upon hearing this, Firebird laughed in anger: "My life is in danger? Heh, no, who is it that's so arrogant?"

"Yama."

Firebird was taken aback: "King Yama? You mean the King Yama who holds the fifteenth seat of the priests?"

Upon hearing this, Firebird quickly pulled up his trousers and stood up: "My lord, I certainly must go and see him right away!"

Upon hearing this, the fat man quickly waved his hand: "No, it's not this King Yama!"

"Not him?" Firebird frowned. "Then who is it?"

"It's Yama, the King of Hell."

"The King of Hell in the underworld?" Firebird's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this. "You mean the one who controls the Book of Life and Death?"

"Yes, that's him!"

The two men, one fat and one thin, nodded quickly.

"Hehe, hehe."

Firebird was so angry he laughed: "No way, after all this time, you two bastards were just messing with me? You want to die, don't you?!"

"No, no, sir, we really didn't lie to you!" The fat and thin men quickly shook their heads, their faces full of sincerity.

"Go to hell!" Firebird cursed, his face grim. "If the King of Hell comes looking for me, I'll twist my head off and let you kick it around like a ball!"

"Hehehe, you said it yourself."

Just then, a strange voice suddenly rang in the firebird's ear, instantly sending a chill down the back of its neck, and a cold air rushed from the soles of its feet to the top of its head.

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