Sell tickets, sell tickets!

Meng Shujun said that he would do it, neatly changed into the black robe of the unified conductor of hell, and consciously went to the No. 24 ticket station to sell tickets.

When it comes to selling tickets, it's actually working with artificial intelligence. The AI first lures the souls to the ticket station, and then the conductor sells the corresponding reincarnation tickets to the souls.

The ticket station is very rudimentary, with a room, a table, a bench, countless tickets, and an LCD screen dedicated to showing the identity of the deceased and the remaining merits.

Thirty minutes later—

Meng Shujun silently looked at the endless line of dead souls, listened to the sweet voice of the spirit attendant VV, and just wanted to slap all the tickets on the face of the Hades. Damn, no wonder you only punish yourself to sell tickets, this long queue will only be sold out in what year and month! He bought a ticket for thirty minutes, and kept complaining and cursing Hades for thirty minutes.

Back pain, back pain, neck pain, arm pain, and leg soreness when standing.

Tired, sad, angry, dead, and about to go berserk.

"Big brother, do you sell tickets or not?" A ghost couldn't wait any longer, and watched him complain about the Hades King almost insanely, and finally couldn't help but interrupt: "I also opened the merit, why don't you give a ticket!! ”

"Huh?"

Meng Shujun raised his head very slowly, as if time had stood still, his eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were blood-red, and he didn't know when there was a small dagger in his hand, shining with cold light. He didn't speak, and his dangerous gaze fell on the ghost, as if the ghost would tear its soul apart as soon as he said one more word.

"Tick-"

He was thinking of stabbing this unlucky ghost, but the piercing siren was uninteresting, and he barely managed to control his surging killing intent.

"Alert! Alert! The traffic at the No. 24 ticket station is paralyzed, showing a state of system collapse, and the No. 24 reincarnation lane is about to close, and the number of people is seriously insufficient! "It's that impersonal mechanical female voice again, reverberating over and over again in hell, looking weird and terrifying.

Meng Shujun suddenly came to his senses and punched the ticket counter, leaving a potholed fist print, "!" What a life! Is it easy for Lao Tzu to come back! The salary is low, there is no insurance, there is no future, there is no promotion, there is no food and no housing, and the damn is still engaged in these circulars and criticism!! ”

With his punch, the souls of those who were queuing up to buy tickets were like a whirlwind of the wind, running cleanly, and there was no one left.

The business is gone, and the northwest wind is going to be drunk.

"Jingle bell—"

Meng Shujun tore off the black robe on his body, picked up the landline on the ticket station viciously, answered it quickly, and said angrily: "What's wrong?" ”

Hades's usual calm and laughing voice came: "What's going on over there?" ”

"The tickets didn't sell, what's the matter?"

“...... Do you know that all the institutions of your line are paralyzed, you didn't sell the tickets there, Meng Po didn't have anyone to boil the soup on time, the ferryman there in Qianchen River couldn't pick up passengers, not to mention the reincarnation road, the smart VV is still recruiting people, you hurry up and deal with Lonely, otherwise wait to deduct wages! ”

"Still buckled? If you deduct it again, it will become a negative number, hey!! And is that stupid AI still luring the revenants over!! I'm rubbing, rubbing, rubbing! Depend on! Don't hang up the phone!! ”

"Toot-toot-"

Meng Shujun looked at the phone that had been hung up in his hand, his face became hideous, and he roared: "Lao Tzu is a dog!" Hades, you old immortal! Believe it or not, Lao Tzu served your lair!! What age is it, still playing this set! Who still uses a landline phone? It's like it's like it's picking the skin! Is it going to die if you send a smartphone! ”

The little ghost on the side shrank into a ball in fear and trembled, "Big, my lord, the Hades sent the little one to supervise your work......"

Meng Shujun's countless commotions were all stuck in his throat, and he squinted his eyes and looked at the cowering little ghost in front of him.

The little ghost was stared at by him so that his scalp was numb, his hair stood on end, and he hid more and more in the corner. Cold sweat brushed and fell, and it shouted in its heart, oh my god! Mom, I feel like I'm in danger!

Meng Shujun grabbed the little ghost's neck, roughly put the black robe on it, and ordered angrily: "Go, replace me." ”

Seeing the little ghost standing at his post conscientiously, working hard as a cow and a horse, Meng Shujun sighed sincerely: This is life.

Then he lay down on the bench at the ticket station and fell asleep leisurely.