38 degrees snow

"You asked me how much I love you..."

Familiar music rang in his ears, Jiang Lang woke up suddenly, opened his eyes forcefully, the strange ceiling in front of him made him a little dazed.Looking around, it doesn't seem like a hospital?It's not like school either, school—

I rely on!

He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have jumped out of the school window before he woke up.

I jumped off the building?

As soon as this idea came out, he subconsciously touched his body and head, and moved his neck.He got up again, took off his shirt, and took a closer look at his body.

Snow white, smooth, firm, and feels so good... No way!He thought to himself that he would not die, otherwise how could he not be injured if he jumped from such a high place?

"Brother, you'd better put on your clothes."

A strange voice came from behind, Jiang Lang was startled, he got under the quilt subconsciously, and looked up.

Eh?Black shirt, folding fan, leather shoes... Isn't this the Grim Reaper?

"Death?" Jiang Lang stretched his neck and looked at the man, his eyebrows twitched slightly, feeling a sense of loss in his heart, it's over, this time he really died, this place is probably heaven.

The black shirt was visibly embarrassed, and after showing a polite smile, he pulled out the chair and sat down.

Due to the identity of the "Reaper" in the black shirt, Jiang Lang subconsciously shivered and rubbed his back.

"..."

The black shirt smiled awkwardly, and said, "Little gentleman, do I look so scary?"

Jiang Lang nodded without hesitation.

"I seem to have seen you, in... um, that..."

"At the scene of your death." The black shirt rubbed between his brows helplessly.

Although Jiang Lang thought that he might really be dead, when he heard the words "death scene", his heart still tightened.

"That... Mister Death, here is..."

The black shirt couldn't stretch anymore, he rolled his eyes, tried to suppress his anger of calling him mentally retarded, and said: "Sir, let me explain to you, first of all, I am not the god of death, my name is Cheng Hanzhou, the place where you are now The tea house is my shop. Second, you are dead. To be precise, you are not a complete person now. You should be called... a ghost. And you are not an ordinary ghost. You were chosen by Brother Hades, General Zhenbei who stays in the world and takes charge of the order of ghosts and gods."

Jiang Lang was confused, he still couldn't accept his own death, but he understood two things, first, this dark thing is called Cheng Hanzhou, and second, he seems to have become a ghost, and he is still very good Forced ghost.

"Cough, Mr. Cheng, that... I don't quite understand, tell me again, what am I?"

"Zhen, Bei, General, Army," Cheng Hanzhou said word by word: "The officials in charge of the underworld who flee ghosts and gods in the world."

Underworld officials?Jiang Lang almost fainted. What kind of official did he become before he drank Mengpo soup?

"Why me!"

"Because your father was the last Zhenbei General." Cheng Hanzhou replied calmly.

"Your father is the ghost!" Jiang Lang slapped the table and scolded, "Don't fool me, this thing still has a hereditary system? Are you trying to lie to me because I look good! Look at the black clothes you wear. Like a crow, he is not a good person at first glance!"

Cheng Hanzhou ignored him. As a human magistrate who was also hereditary, he was also very dissatisfied with the bureaucratic system of the underworld, where father dies and sons succeed. Cheng Hanzhou's heart was filled with the urge to swear when such an incomprehensible and still young officer popped up out of thin air.

I'm a good boy, I've lived a long life, so where is this going?In my previous life, did I dig out the phoenix's nest or the windows of the Queen Mother's natal house? How could I have committed such a crime? I was scared to death by jumping off a building when an unknown ghost invaded my dream, and I also got a bad job.

Even though Jiang Lang was very unwilling to admit that he had become a ghost, but recalling the various supernatural events in the past few days, he suddenly felt that Cheng Hanzhou did not seem to be lying to him, and that he might really be a ghost .

While he was thinking, Cheng Hanzhou walked over and handed him a letter of appointment written with a brush.

The words are beautiful, and he had already read those messy clichés once when he was running for the junior high school student union. He didn't expect the underworld to have the same clichés, but the following words caught his attention.

"The underworld and the human world are bounded by the north and south of the Wangchuan River and the North of the prison dragon mountain. The south of the mountain and the north of the river are the yang world, and the north of the mountain and the south of the water are the underworld. But the north of the prison dragon mountain is the human soul left in the yang world, and the south of the Wangchuan river is a pure underworld. The king of hell established a town. General Bei guards the wandering souls in the north of Prison Dragon Mountain, and the prefect of Zhennan guards the south of Wangchuan River, together with Po Meng and others, to command the ghosts who have reincarnated. , brought back to the underworld by Sihun. You can mobilize Yin soldiers, take charge of ghost messengers, use Yin magic, and kill ghosts. The general is not allowed to go back to the underworld without a call. The operation is assisted by Sihun. Sihun is responsible for arresting The soul is brought back to the underworld, and the bull-headed and horse-faced, black and white impermanence decides the crime at its discretion. Those who are unforgivable will be sent to hell by the king of hell. Lord Sihun and General Zhenbei are in charge of the book of life and death in Yangjian, which is checked regularly and the number of people reviewed.

The general holds an important position, and he is not allowed to leave the world without a call. If he dereliction of duty, he will be served by 72 punishments in hell. "

After reading these words, Jiang Lang seemed to have accepted his status as General Zhenbei, and picked up the cup in hand.

"Who is the soul master?"

"I."

"puff!"

A sip of boiled water was sprayed on Cheng Hanzhou's black shirt without a drop. Facing Cheng Hanzhou's cold face, Jiang Lang searched for papers all over the floor in embarrassment, finally found a box of tissues, and quickly took out a few to wipe someone's drenched clothes. clothing.

"I, I'm just a little surprised, a little surprised, hehe." Jiang Lang scratched his head and smiled a little embarrassedly. He really didn't expect that this guy who almost made him a god of death turned out to be this... Mr. Sihun.

"So you're also a ghost?" Jiang Lang sat up and asked with interest.

"I'm not," Cheng Hanzhou said, "I'm a living person."

"Ah?" Jiang Lang was a little shocked, he was alive...then why did he become a ghost?

Cheng Hanzhou also saw Jiang Lang's doubts, and said: "Sihun Lords of all generations are living people, and I was also hereditary."

"Oh……"

Jiang Lang didn't know what he was thinking, so someone pulled his sleeves.

"Let's go, general, I will show you the subordinates who know you."

Pushing open the door, Jiang Lang noticed that there was no electric light in this teahouse. The whole building was lit by 49 Changxin palace lanterns. The wooden structure exudes an elegant atmosphere. The teahouse is full of tall bookshelves. The sandalwood tables and chairs make people feel very comfortable, and a cup of tea exudes a fragrance.

There are two people kneeling upright in the middle.

Cheng Hanzhou helped Jiang Lang to the upper seat, and Jiang Lang suddenly realized that the shirt on the black crow had turned into an embroidered black gown.

It's like a cross talk talker.

I saw Cheng Hanzhou kneeling on one knee with his robe lifted, and a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the hall. Cheng Hanzhou bowed his head, clasped his hands with the two behind him and said:

"Chen Cheng Hanzhou/Yan Zhen/Gu Hegui"

"Meet the General!"

Jiang Lang was taken aback by this battle, and didn't know what to say for a while, so he waved his hands awkwardly and cleared his throat.

"Exemption."

The three of them just got up. According to Cheng Hanzhou, Gu Hegui and Yan Zhen are two spirit catchers who specialize in dealing with those minor characters, and they are Cheng Hanzhou's capable generals.

However, Jiang Lang didn't pay much attention to these two people. His focus was on Cheng Hanzhou. It has to be said that the black crow is really good-looking, with clear and shallow eyebrows that seem to be on the temples, and a pair of misty eyes smiling wetly. Even wearing gold-framed glasses can't block the aura in the eyes, the thin lips are lightly stained with red, and a small mole just under the lips is particularly amazing.From the back, it was clear that he was a tall and somewhat cold man, who greeted him head on, but always had a tough but not strong sense of warmth.

Tsk... Lord Sihun?What a leprechaun.

"Fairy" sighed after hearing Yan Zhen's report.Turning around, he said to Jiang Lang: "Recently, some ghosts and monsters have been haunting one after another. Ten days later, the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts will be held. It seems that we have to take a trip to see the place where the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts will take place this year."

Jiang Lang's jaw almost dropped when he heard the words, he stammered and asked, "Why do you go to that kind of place!"

"Of course it's to watch over the ghosts wandering the streets, otherwise they will do evil." Cheng Hanzhou replied confidently, without realizing how terrifying his words sounded to Jiang Lang.

"That, that...can I not go, I don't think I have adapted to this position—"

"No."

Jiang Lang's words were ruthlessly interrupted by Cheng Hanzhou, Cheng Hanzhou looked at him for a while without knowing why, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Master General, you are not afraid of ghosts, are you?"

Seeing Cheng Hanzhou gloating, Jiang Lang's face turned red and white, and he couldn't help feeling angry. Does this shameless black crow have a conscience? He just died, and he hasn't gotten used to the fact that he has become a ghost. , I will be forced to go out to deal with those experienced old ghosts, what's wrong with my fear?Hastily defended:

"Who said I'm afraid of ghosts? Isn't it just a group of invisible souls? There's nothing to be afraid of!"

Seeing Jiang Lang's head raised and his mouth stubborn, Cheng Hanzhou suddenly felt that although this little dick was crippled and sluggish, he was really cute when he made a fuss, so hug him to tease him Cheng Hanzhou waved his hands indifferently and said: "Master General, if you are a living person, then of course you cannot see or touch those ghosts, but as a ghost, you are still a ghost with a special mission, you are sure you can't touch them." to them?"

After finishing speaking, he left an artificial smile, which made Jiang Lang feel hairy all over his body, yes, as a ghost, how could he not be able to see those things.

but……

Jiang Lang rolled his eyes, and suddenly realized that he was a ghost, and he was afraid of a ghost?

Maybe—those ghosts will bow their heads and bow their heads when they see him, and kowtow three times honestly.

Thinking of this, he wasn't too scared anymore, and even had some expectations for this "hell" operation, so he tugged at Cheng Hanzhou's sleeve, and asked closer, "When are we going to leave?"

Cheng Hanzhou looked at his bear-like smile, slapped his paw away, and lowered his tone with a half-smile: "Master General, if you crawl on me so casually, I will think you have something to do with me." What an unruly thing."

Jiang Lang rolled his eyes immediately, thinking that this bastard has a thick skin, who would think anything about you.So he dodged the black crow with disgust and walked into the inner room.

"Don't worry, our underworld does not discriminate against homosexuals." Cheng Hanzhou added hesitantly.

"roll!!!"

It seems that he is quite used to his first day as a ghost messenger, Cheng Hanzhou thought so, and secretly sighed.

Take your time boy, the future - you don't know what's waiting for you yet.