Chapter 1: I work as a clerk in the underworld
"Today coincides with the Chinese New Year's Eve of the world, the six realms are on holiday, the prefecture not only does not release, but is busier, busy is that the foot does not touch the ground, although the ghost official of the prefecture has no feet, but this is not the point, the point is the New Year, actually no holiday!"
It is precisely because it is the Chinese New Year, there are a lot of ghosts with strange causes of death in the underworld, I take an ink pen and hook on the scroll, and the name on the scroll can disappear, which also means that the person in front of me is dead, and the ghosts are lined up from the ghost gate to the Nai He Bridge, Meng Po's soup has been boiled pot after pot, and my ink has changed one stubble after another, and the ghosts have increased instead of decreasing.
Suddenly there was a loud bang in the sky, huge fireworks were lit in the air, don't get me wrong, it's not the underworld burning, as soon as the New Year arrives, countless fireworks are lit in the world, crackling and rushing to the sky, the fireworks are gorgeous, and the cold and gloomy underworld is also a little more humane. Fireworks, it's so beautiful.
There is a ghost wearing silver armor floating in front of me, because I am sitting, I can only see the knee position of this ghost, according to the reincarnation process, the soul of the person dies, black and white impermanence leads the soul back to the underworld, and enters the ghost gate, the first process to go is me, I am responsible for classifying ghosts, and registering ghosts, just like a person is born, to take a name, to accept the genealogy, to the underworld before the wind without a trace, the world without a trace, the underworld has to be famous, so my task is to cross the ghost in front of the ghost, register the ghost after death.
I lowered my head and said the words that I have said many times: "Who is the surname, where does the family live, and why did he die?" "Actually, this is useless, as long as I take off a trace of the ghost's soul and put it on the scroll of the past life, I can know everything in front of me, no matter how big or small, why don't I take it? Because I'm too lazy, too lazy to stand up and take my soul, too lazy to take my ass off the futon.
I didn't hear the answer for a long time, so I thought that this ghost was a mute, too lazy to raise my eyes, or raised my eyes, this is unbelievable, this ghost in front of me, can be described as majestic and handsome, wearing a silver armor, is frowning at me... Well, it's looking at the death scroll in my hand, in fact, this ghost is not the best looking, compared to me, the reason why I am amazed is that the ghosts all the way down are mostly full of blood, blurred flesh and blood, missing arms and legs, lack of nose and eyes, and suddenly see a person with arms and legs and facial features gathered, and the birth is relatively good-looking, so I feel that my eyes are bright. Except for the face is a little blue, there is no other problem, but the ghost face is blue, and this problem is not a problem.
He looked at me. The scroll in my hand, I looked at him, looked at him, I also looked down at the scroll, the scroll automatically showed a few words about the deeds of the ghost in front of me, because the ghost did not answer me, the past of the ghost scroll also showed was not complete, but this few numbers are enough to know how angry this ghost is.
Xuanyuan Jue, born in the calendar for 360 years, the sixth prince of the calendar, died in the calendar of 385 years, and was the undefeated god of war. Death... I rubbed my eyes vigorously, thinking that I was tired today and saw the wrong thing, the cause of death of Xuanyuan Jue on the death scroll made me think that I was blind and misunderstood, there are thousands of causes of death in the world, if I say that Xuanyuan Jue is the undefeated god of war of the general, attacking the city and pulling out the village, dying on the battlefield is considered to be the cause, being assassinated and dying is a well-deserved death, even if he is walking on the street and being hit by a carriage and killed, it is better than the current way of death, and it is clearly written on the death scroll, Xuanyuan Jue, died in the three hundred and eighty-fifth years of the calendar, and the cause of death was choked by food. After his death, he was posthumously named the crown prince, because the name of this prince was too long, so I automatically ignored the two crosses. In other words, Xuanyuan Jue was choked to death, a well-rooted, undefeated god of war, innocent, very handsome, and a genius general, who was actually choked to death, no wonder his limbs were sound,
No wonder Xuanyuan Jue's face is ugly, think about it, if I am a chic all my life, and finally choke to death after eating, my face may be more ugly than Xuanyuan Jue, maybe I have to grab it and take a closer look, it is true that Xuanyuan Jue did this, as soon as the afterlife scroll arrived in Xuanyuan Jue's hand, the words on the scroll disappeared, let Xuanyuan Jue flip it and look closely, the afterlife scroll is a wordless heavenly book,
But all the magic weapons that are a little old are recognized by the Lord, if anyone can handle the scroll of the past life, then I will not be in vain in the underworld for ten thousand years.
"This is the Death Scroll?"
"Yes."
"Can you see the past?"
"Yes."
"How to use."
"I won't tell you." Xuanyuan Jue's frowning brows and eyes made me feel in vain that I owed him money.
Xuanyuan Jue put the death scroll back in front of me, and suddenly knelt on one knee, clasped his hands into fists, and his eyes didn't feel like I owed him money, but instead... Full of sincerity????
"Xuanyuan Jue has no regrets in his life, he just wants to seek an answer, please fulfill it." I want to change this situation to no one can refuse, just ask a more than seven feet, only eight buckets tall, and rich and powerful, born handsome very, take away a high arrogance and dignity, kneel in front of you and ask you to help him, do you help or not?
My answer is, no. That's right, it's not to help, the doctor is used to seeing death, so he is indifferent and ruthless, and the underworld is not used to it, it's all death, it's normal to stay in the underworld for a long time in cold blood and ruthlessness, but I'm even more abnormal than normal, my body is a soul gathering wood in the underworld, also known as yin and yang wood, yin and yang are one, and because the grass and trees are ruthless, I am also ruthless, so I don't know the seven emotions and six desires, even the most basic human feelings I don't know, Arrow once said, I have no conscience, the biggest difference between me and wood is that there are two more nostrils that will pant, So even if Xuanyuan Jue is so low and small, I don't feel half a point.
Xuanyuan Jue saw that I shouldn't say again: "If Mr. can help me, Xuanyuan Jue is willing to give everything he has." ”
"What else do you have to offer now besides the three souls and seven spirits? Do you think you're alive? "What I said was all the truth, and I kindly reminded Xuan
The fact that Yuan Jue is already dead, just like the underworld, no matter what the scenery in front of you is, you will be scattered after death, leaving only three souls and seven spirits, and the heavenly palace once said that all living beings are peaceful
etc., but the heavenly palace has never done it, but the underworld has done it perfectly.
Hearing this, Xuanyuan Jue's jaw was raised, lowered, and he muttered: "I just want to seek an answer, it's so difficult... ”
"Yes, it's difficult, take the card, line up for soup."
"I'm sorry, sir."