diskusbooks Chapter 123 "Cui Yu! Cui Yu! Where is my Book of Life and Death?"
Chapter 123 "Cui Yu! Cui Yu! Where is my Book of Life and Death?"
The underworld, the Palace of Yama.
An old man was running angrily after a black shadow which was moving very fast.
Behind him, a group of people were chasing that thing, with angry looks on their faces.
Magic, spells, sparks and lightning all the way, but I couldn't catch it for a long time.
The old man who was in the lead was so angry that he said:
"Pass my order to the King of Hell, Xie Bian, Fan Wujiu, and all the local underworld officials, check who threw this evil spirit into the underworld without saying a word. Damn it, my pension money was stolen!"
The old man wiped the non-existent sweat off his face, feeling extremely frustrated. "I have been managing the underworld diligently and conscientiously for nearly fifty years. I finally saved up that little bit of money, minus the money for building my own grave. Now it's all gone. I guess Mercury is in retrograde this year!"
Seeing the aggrieved look on the King of Hell's face, everyone tried hard to hold back the curled corners of their lips.
Still incorruptible?
You just love to lie to ghosts, okay?
Otherwise, why would this evil spirit choose you as his first target when he arrived in the underworld?
That's because you are going to be so rich!
But since a higher-ranking official can crush a person to death, they dare not say anything.
Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu, who were named, looked at each other. Is there any need to investigate? It must have been done by that female mystic. Otherwise, who in today's society would have the ability to throw ghosts into the underworld at will?
Xie Bian stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Lord Yama, please calm down first. I wonder if you still remember what we two brothers reported to you last time?"
The old man King of Hell waved his hand and asked other ghosts to continue to capture the evil ghost.
He sat down on the steps of the platform without being too particular, and said in a slightly raised voice: "What's the matter? I forgot."
Xie Bian, Fan Wujiu: "......"
I don't think he forgot at all, but he just didn't listen at all. After all, he was playing games at that time.
At that time, he seemed to be teaching a girl who was playing the game for the first time how to play it.
Tsk tsk, thinking of this, they both felt a chill at the same time.
These days you never know who your teammates on the other side of the game are.
If that girl knew that the person who taught her how to play the game was the King of Hell, I wonder how she would feel?
This time it was Fan Wujiu who responded: "Leader, last time we told you about a woman running at night on Huangquan Road, she must have been the one who opened the Ghost Gate and sent ghosts down the first two times. Otherwise, it has been a hundred years and no one has ever seen a mystic in the world open the Ghost Gate. So the subordinates all agree that it must be her!"
"Yeah, I was so angry just now that I completely forgot that the group of mystics couldn't even open the ghost gate, let alone throw the ghost down. Wait, how do you know she's a woman?"
Xie Bian: Are you a goldfish? Didn’t we just say we saw her running over at Huangquan Road? We are not blind!
Taking a deep breath, Xie Bian continued Fan Wujiu's words with a professional smile and explained, "Lao Hei and I saw her passing through the underworld at Huangquan Road last time. She was a woman, very beautiful. I'll have someone retrieve the photo taken at the city gate for you to see?"
"Okay, hurry up, I want to see who she is. Not only can she open the ghost gate, but she can also 'throw garbage' into the underworld!"
The old man uttered the last few words almost with gnashing teeth.
"Okay, I'll go get the photo and bring it to you for your review, but it may take a little longer because it's taking a while."
After saying that, Xie Bian gave Fan Wujiu a look, and the two of them disappeared in the hall at the same time.
The old man Yan Wang didn't get up either, just sat there waiting for them.
He was heartbroken as he calculated in his mind how much was left in his little treasury.
But although he said it, he knew in his heart that sending him to the underworld was the right procedure.
What made him angry was that if you wanted to throw it away, you could do it, but at least you could have informed me in advance.
He also needs to use that small treasury to build a golden body for his master.
A thousand years have passed, and the original formation is probably almost "expired".
After he finishes this busy period, he will have to reinforce the formation and repair the golden body for the old man.
Now, there is nothing!
"Master, this is not your fault. Let me think of a way to borrow some money from the people below. It's just that by then your statue may have to be changed from gold to silver. But it's okay. Wait for me to save up for another two years and I will rebuild you. Please don't be angry."
The old man Yan Wang sat there with his head down, muttering to himself with a guilty look on his face.
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and disappeared on the steps.
When he reappeared, he returned to his desk.
"I don't know how many generations Xuanyue Temple has been passed down to now. Master is their ancestor, and it's time for them to do their part. I'll send them a dream later. Disciple... Disciple... Eh? Where did my Book of Life and Death go?"
The old man searched for a long time, and finally picked up the intercom on the table and pressed the button:
"Cui Yu! Cui Yu! Where is my Book of Life and Death?"
Cui Yu at the door: "Stop shouting, I'm right at the door, check to see if you are using the Book of Life and Death as a cushion again."
Upon hearing this, the old man Yan Wang turned around and flipped through the pile of books on the chair. Sure enough, after just a few flips, he saw the Book of Life and Death.
"Hey, Cui Yu still has to be you!"
Cui Yu walked in holding a wolf-hair brush in one hand, a tablet in the other, and a walkie-talkie on his waist.
As he walked, he complained, "Can't you clean up your desk? I have to clean up your desk and the house every time I get off work. I haven't seen you give me a raise in these thousands of years."
The old man Yama rubbed his ears and said, "What did you say? I think there's something wrong with my ears. I can't hear well. I have something else to do. I'll leave first. I'll ask Heibai Wuchang to come to my place to find me later."
Cui Yu watched in silence as the King of Hell disappeared in front of him.
I haven't finished what I'm saying yet!
Every time the topic of salary increase comes up, he runs away faster than anyone else!
"Forget it, I'll give him the photo later." Cui Yu murmured, then threw the tablet on the King of Hell's 'desk' and resigned himself to starting to clean up.
After a while, he finished cleaning up and walked out of the hall to watch the evil spirit that he had just caught with great effort.
After all, that thing hasn't been seen for a long time, and it is much rarer than the iron-eating beasts in the zoo on earth.