Zhao Xiaolei was very unlucky, he was thrown into a prison for no reason, he knew that he didn't have any "ghost power" here, he could only admit that he was unlucky, and at that moment he was completely discouraged.

He's not a ghost, he's a living person, uh, a living immortal, referred to as a "living immortal", how can he be reduced to Si?

He scolded Zhang Da 10,000 times in his heart, what the hell?

Let yourself go out on such a bad trip.,As a result, your life is all on the line.,If you give it a good time.,I heard that you have to be thrown into several layers of hell to be punished!

He didn't do anything harmful, right?

If he died, he should have gone to Paradise, and he thought himself an upright man, a man who had detached himself from the lower pleasures......

Damn it, I won't let you go!

But now he really wants to be a ghost, where is he Zhao Xiaolei going to find Zhang Da's bad luck?

Why don't you scold the candle dragon?

……

Zhao Xiaolei sat on the bench and was angry, excited for a long time, finally calmed down a little, and began to inspect the cell, but saw two ghosts looking at him in horror......

"Haven't you seen a living person come in, have you?"

The two ghosts nodded apprehensively.

Zhao Xiaolei smiled evilly, walked up to an old ghost, pulled up his white hair, and asked, "You, how did you get in?"

The old ghost trembled and said, "...... normal death"

Zhao Xiaolei looked angry and asked, "Is it sentenced?"

The white-haired old ghost was silent and said, "Eighth layer ......"

Zhao Xiaolei said curiously: "What is that?"

The white-haired old ghost sifted through chaff and said, "It is said that it is unfilial to ...... parents, and it is unkind and unjust."

Zhao Xiaolei was puzzled: "Is it true?"

The white-haired old ghost cried bitterly on the spot, and said with a pause: "It's true, it's true, when I was young, I was a bastard, I beat my father and scolded my mother, my old father was angry with me, I deserve it, I deserve it......"

Zhao Xiaolei asked, "Then why don't you go yet?"

The white-haired old ghost choked up and explained: "It is said that there are full of ghosts over there, and I will report tomorrow." ”

Zhao Xiaolei was amused when he heard it, and asked: "The attitude of admitting guilt is not bad, what kind of means is the eighth layer?"

The white-haired old ghost was covered in chaff, and said in pain: "Stripped off the iceberg, the sentence is 1.28 million years, which is about 221 trillion years in the human calendar......"

Zhao Xiaolei laughed and said: "This is worse than shooting, can't you die if you want to!"

His aggrieved mood finally improved, so he looked at the other ghost with triumph.

The other is a middle-aged male ghost, this thing looks like a temperament, quite an identity, but he has no love, Zhao Xiaolei asked, "What about you?"

The middle-aged male ghost stared blankly and did not answer, and the white-haired old ghost explained: "He is seventeen layers, corrupt officials and corrupt officials, and oppresses the people......"

Zhao Xiaolei laughed and said, "This is good, what is the seventeenth floor?"

"Stone grinding hell. After grinding it into meat sauce, reshape the human body and grind it again......" explained the white-haired old ghost.

"How many years?"

"The underworld is more than 600 million years, converted into the yang world...... I'm not good at math, so I can't calculate such a large amount, maybe it's thousands of 'Beijing' years......" The white-haired old ghost was a little ashamed.

Zhao Xiaolei trembled all over, and snapped his fingers - trillions, billions, trillions, Beijing, and ......

It is estimated that the universe has collapsed, and he won't be able to get out!

The white-haired old ghost observed his words and looks, and asked Zhao Xiaolei, "What about you?"

Zhao Xiaolei said angrily: "Use you to care?"

……

In the underworld, I don't know how long the time has passed, and no one has sent a prison meal or anything, Zhao Xiaolei watched the white-haired old ghost and corrupt officials being dragged out, but no one took care of him, and said that he was not tortured to death, and eighty percent would have to be starved to death.

While he was thinking wildly, the cell door opened, and another ghost was stuffed in......

Under the dim light, Zhao Xiaolei looked fixedly, an old acquaintance - Xiong Xin!

What do you mean by that?

Somewhere else?

I don't know if this underworld is considered a foreign country! But this Xiong Xin is only forty years old, why did he come here?

He's dead?

Zhao Xiaolei dragged Xiong Xin, who was lost and depressed, and said strangely: "Hey, why are you here?"

Xiong Xin's face was gray and depressed, and when he raised his eyes, it was actually Zhao Xiaolei, who was shocked and asked, "Xiaolei, why are you here?"

Zhao Xiaolei helped Xiong Xin sit down and said, "My business is more chaotic, and I can't tell you clearly for a while, so let's talk about you first?

Xiong Xin let out a long sigh, and it took a long time to pop out two words: "Car accident!"

Zhao Xiaolei clapped his hands and laughed: "Look at it, I'll just say that you can't die well, right?"

Xiong Xin was furious, pushed Zhao Xiaolei and said, "Why can't I die well?"

Zhao Xiaolei sighed for a while, Xiong Xin is no longer a thing, in fact, he doesn't have much of a holiday with himself, this is dead, Zhao Xiaolei still feels very uncomfortable in his heart, and sighs in his heart, who will he fight with in the future?

After sighing, Zhao Xiaolei asked, "Is it sentenced?"

Xiong Xin hung his head and said: "Not yet, there are too many people, oh, there are too many ghosts, I will be interrogated tomorrow." ”

Zhao Xiaolei nodded a little disappointed and said: "Alas, you, it is estimated that you have eighteen layers, and it is not a big problem to sentence more than one billion years, cheating, cutting corners, and doing all the bad things, you deserve it!"

Xiong Xin said angrily: "You are talking nonsense, I, Xiong Xin, have indeed done something against my will, but I have not accumulated virtue and done good, right? Why don't you mention the matter of building roads and bridges, building schools, and donating to out-of-school children?"

Zhao Xiaolei nodded again and again, and said: "Okay, okay, Xiong Dashan man, this place is not a place to brag, people are judged accurately, whatever lack of virtue you did before your life will be shaken out for you, tomorrow we will see the results, what do you think?

Xiong Xin held his face with both hands, sighed, and muttered: "Why did I die......?

Zhao Xiaolei hated and said: "Hmph, ill-gotten gains!"

Xiong Xin suddenly got up, pointed at Zhao Xiaolei's nose and scolded: "Why is it ill-gotten gains? That's what I worked hard to earn, and I earned it every penny!"

Marx said that capitalism came to the world, from head to toe, every pore is dripping with blood and filth, you are the capitalist!"

Xiong Xin looked at Zhao Xiaolei, too lazy to take care of him, still holding his face and being stunned.

Zhao Xiaolei accosted him again and asked, "Have you done everything over there?"

Xiong Xin said in frustration: "I was still lying in the hospital when I was out of my body, it looks like I should be in a vegetative state, and then Black and White Impermanence brought me here." ”

Zhao Xiaolei smiled: "Well, it is estimated that the memorial service should be finished now, alas, it is a pity that I could not attend your farewell ceremony to the body!"

Xiong Xin: "You ......"