The master of metaphysics refreshes the daily life of Novice Village

The first hall soon arrived.

Kong Qianyu, who was hiding among the flowers on the other side, had two split screens on his mobile phone and watched with gusto.

This is what the Evil Mirror Stand originally looked like.

The 360-degree smooth curved surface with no blind spots, even if the light in hell is dim, cannot block its light. Just a glance at it can blind the eyes of a kid.

Tan Zhiyu thought that this was a place where he could reason, and he wanted to take the rules of the earth and apply them to hell. He would go through the motions of the evil mirror stage, and then there would be a place for him to appeal.

A ghost dressed in official uniform of the Qing Dynasty finished reciting the year of his birth and death, and after identifying himself, the evil mirror showed that he would enter the mortar hell No. 12 for a period of one month.

One month, okay. Although the sentence was not long, this was hell. Naturally, Tan Zhi did not want to suffer. When the kid was about to drag him away, he shouted: "I am not guilty, why do you punish me?"

Normally, no ghost would dare to cause trouble on the judgment stage of hell, and the little ghosts who came here on business were also low on vigilance. Tan Zhi struggled so hard that the two ghosts failed to catch him.

"Bold! Dare to make trouble in hell. Come on, let him go to the oil pan to wake up first!" The ghost who was recording on the side didn't even raise his head. Little ghosts came forward from all directions and lifted Tan Zhi away with all hands and feet. Get up and throw it into the bubbling oil pan next to it.

"Ah!" Kong Qianyu finally heard his scream, and half of the screen went black. Her eavesdropping charm is waterproof and windproof, but after all, it is just an ordinary yellow watch paper, and it cannot be protected against the oil pot that has been passed down for countless years in hell.

Tsk tsk, it's so miserable. It must be scorched on the outside and tender on the inside. She was so smart that she placed two talismans to prevent accidents. The other half of the signal continues to transmit.

This ghost stood aside and watched the show, with an incomparably clear perspective.

After three ups and downs, and six pots, Tan Zhi was fished out with a long fork. There was no ghost in his body, and his entire facial features were blurred, but he seemed to still have the strength to struggle.

"If you disobey the instructions and disrupt the normal office order of Hell without any reason, you will be punished by one day."

Just one more day? Tan Zhi waved his browned arms nonchalantly.

"Are you still dissatisfied?" The secretary ghost finally stopped writing, picked up a tablet, flipped through it, and began to read: "At noon on *month**, I had a dinner party with four relatives and friends, spending 760 and a half yuan, and ordered food. Sixteen courses, leftover food thrown away, cursed three times during the meal.”

He read it so eloquently that Kong Qianyu almost stopped listening. Finally, the secretary ghost raised his head and asked: "Do you still remember this? The money is yours, you can spend it as you like, but waste food and say dirty words while eating, hehe, boy, this is not a problem in the world, but here we are , live well on the twelfth floor!"

"Oh, I just forgot to tell you that the speed of time in hell is very different from that above. One day is equal to 750 years in the human world. Enjoy your sentence slowly and it will pass soon."

Tan Zhi no longer dared to struggle and allowed the ghosts to carry him to the depths of the No. 12 Hell. One day was equivalent to more than 700 years? He wanted to die.

Oh, no, he's already dead. He really can't survive now. Those who can't survive will die in hell for thousands of years.

When a troublemaker is sent away, the ghosts behind him are all very well-behaved and sensible. They will recognize him as much as he can and will send him wherever he goes without daring to say a word.

Good guy, it’s been more than 3000 years since we started making trouble. Who dares to make trouble even when he’s full?

Soon the new batch of evil spirits all went to their own places, and they were led away to suffer with sad faces. There were only a few ghost officials left in front of the evil mirror stage, but from the beginning to the end, King Qin Guang was not seen, and they were all taken care of by a few ghost officials.

The escorting ghost took the opportunity to sit behind the desk and be lazy. He brought a candle and ate it, and smacked his lips while eating, which made the ghost who was responsible for recording next to him dissatisfied. "I said Chen Li, can you be more particular? Every time you come back, you have to ask me to order something. Do you know how much a scented candle can be sold for now?"

"Oh, don't be so stingy." Chen Li sprayed out the incense foam and fell on the tablet, making the secretary's face turn green.

Chen Li smiled compensatingly and stretched out his hand to wipe the screen.

"If it's broken, I won't be able to compensate you even if I sell it to you." Although tablet computers are not new, the Internet has only been connected to Hell for less than two years. All the information used to be stored in this tablet, and it has not yet been completely connected to the Internet to achieve paperless change.

In the words of their immediate superiors, hell is like a prison, the level of confidentiality must be high, and the Internet must not be used unless necessary.

So if the tablet is broken and there is no backup data, and they want to find the original data, they have to go to the lawsuit to find it, which is no less difficult than getting it out of the frying pan.

"Hey, I said you are just a coward. Guarding such a big stall, you can't get money, and your life is miserable. Otherwise, you wouldn't treat even a candle as a treasure. How did you make money when you were a human? Have you forgotten all? If you rely on mountains, you will eat mountains, if you rely on water, you will eat water, and if you rely on hell, you will eat ghosts!"

"It's all money here, my brother! These tortured ghosts also have relatives and friends alive, and the money they burned will become moldy in the Bank of Heaven and Earth. You just need to open your mouth and you can get as much as you want. Do you understand? ,brother?"

Chen Li and Zhang Fan, the ghost secretary, were from the same hometown. When they were alive, they worked at the yamen gate to earn a living. Zhang Fan was a dull scholar, while Chen Li was a yamen servant. Both of them died of the plague at a young age and became short-lived ghosts.

I never thought that the underworld was short of manpower at that time. At their age and with relatively clean resumes, they were easily retained as ghost workers. It was much better than reincarnation as a human being and suffering.

It's just that the salary is too low, and the little benefits they pay are not enough to eat white rice. Chen Li is quick-witted and has plenty of money, but Zhang Fan is a dead-brainer, timid, and always miserable. Otherwise, he wouldn't be thrown into the most tiring position. live.

Unlike other positions that require eight hours or high overtime pay, his position requires being on call and the overtime pay is pitiful.

Zhang Fan is a little excited. Recently, he has seen his boss's love affair flourish, and he is also greedy. If he has money, he can find a suitable ghost bride and settle down in Fengdu, which will be regarded as a complete ghost life.

After listening to Zhang Fan's words, Chen Li pointed at his head and laughed and scolded: "Have you really become a love brain from top to bottom? Your boss is running around chasing a living person, and you are just like a ghost bride, and you are just a piece of shit!"

During the chat between the two ghosts, Kong Qianyu actually got the favor of King Qin Guang!

I'm a good boy, can't even the great master in the underworld escape the law of true fragrance?

King Qin Guang, hey, I don’t have the ultimate personality of a domineering president, and I’m currently going through the phase of chasing my wife in the crematorium.

Ahhhhh! Kong Qianyu roared inwardly at the screen. If she gossiped more, she really wanted to watch it at close range!

I don’t know which warrior was so “lucky” (having suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck) that he caught the eye of King Qin Guang.

Going a step further, since King Qin Guang has gone to chase his wife, whose subordinates are these ghosts acting under his banner?
Was it King Guang of Qin who spread suspicion and planned to escape and plot a rebellion, or was he really just being used to take the blame if he failed.

This matter has to be discussed in the long run.