At the moment when Meng Haodong's lonely soul left his body, two monsters, a bull-headed and a horse-faced, put a chain around his neck, kicked him twice in the ass, and then pulled him out of the hotel and entered a world full of shadows and screams......

After wandering around in the strange and eerie world for a while, the bull head and horse face dragged him into an ancient hall, and after he knelt down, a Hades King with a hideous face, black beard, and the appearance of a judge reprimanded: "Meng Haodong, do you know your crime?"

Meng Haodong trembled, in a trance, and was forced to ask three times in a row before he replied vaguely: "No...... I don't know! I ...... I haven't committed any crimes!"

"Huh, I don't know, you're not guilty?" The Hades raised his eyebrows, slapped the long, thick table, and commanded in a loud voice, "Bring the mirror!"

A ghost official with a head as sharp as a cone, bare as an egg, and a circle of yellow hair lining, quickly brought a large mirror and erected it in front of Meng Haodong.

Meng Haodong looked up at the mirror and was immediately stunned.

In the mirror, a sunny road appeared, and a minibus full of passengers roared by, swaying, and full of dangers.

The driver's face changed dramatically, and he struggled to twist the steering wheel, but he couldn't change it for a while, and the front of the car hit the protective wall of what appeared to be a thick solid surface on the side of the road, made of steel bars, stones and concrete.

It could have been averted, but the seemingly impregnable protective wall turned into flour in an instant, drifting away with the wind, and the car threw itself into the smoky ravine, tumbling and tumbling, turning into a ball of flame......

Oh, the section of the road that seems familiar, Meng Haodong suddenly remembered that it was a section of the road that he contracted to build, and he had easily earned more than 10 million yuan by cutting corners.

Rows of seven-storey buildings slowly appeared in the mirror, each room resembling a bird's nest, and with a popping sound, thousands of colorful birds flew into the building and made a home in the building.

One morning when the sun was dazzling, a yellow-billed bird flew to the window and began to sing happily, just three times, and from the bottom to the top, the building collapsed continuously, and the smoke rose and the sound rumbled, thrilling.

In the ruins that had collapsed, blood slowly flowed, more and more, forming a stream, forming a river of blood......

Oh, déjà vu, Meng Haodong suddenly understood, it was the house he contracted to build, and on the basis of the planned three-story house, he built a seven-story house, which greatly reduced the cost and made a lot of money.

Hades spoke: "Meng Haodong, there are still many of your masterpieces, you don't know yourself, but if this king's cave is clear, you want to deny it, it's a pipe dream! You wolf-hearted profiteer is dead, but you have left endless hidden dangers in the world, and those ordinary people who don't know the inside story and are in a hurry to drive and buy houses, I don't know how many people will be ruined because of you...... Pull it down, let the eighteen judges judge carefully, and let him take turns to taste the various tastes of the eighteen layers of hell!"

At this time, he understood: there is a Hades king, eighteen judges, eighteen layers of hell, and countless hideous-looking and strange-shaped ghosts...... This is a world that is in danger of disaster, a world where humans know very little, but they pay close attention to human beings and are meticulous.

Meng Haodong's crimes in the world were extremely evil, but he became a sought-after commodity in the underworld, and the eighteen judges immediately scrambled for it:

"I want it!"

"I want it!"

"I'm going to condemn this ghost. ”

"I'm willing to pay three dollars for this ghost!"

"I'm out of thirty!"

"I'll give three hundred!"

"I'll give 30,000!"

"Do you think you have a lot of stinky money? I'll pay 300,000!"

"300,000 is also money? I'll pay 3 million!"

"I'm going to order this baby, 30 million!"

......

Eighteen judges were noisy, you humiliated me, I humiliated you, you spit on me, I threw you a snot, and then they fought and punched, and they pinched their, and they pulled their hair, and they quarreled and scolded him for three days and three nights, and they all wanted to take him into their own jurisdiction.

In the end, the judge of the intestinal hell overrode the crowd and snatched him at a price of four thousand eight hundred and seventy-three thousand nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine cents, and was as happy as if he had received a treasure.

Meng Haodong didn't understand why he was looked at differently by the ghost judges, thinking that he might be made to be a son-in-law and a noble ghost, but he was lifted by the little ghost with a rough and empty iron pipe at the front end, left and right, light, and heavy on his stomach, and stabbed it for seven days and seven nights, poking out a hole the size of a teacup, so that the intestines flowed out...... made him one of the countless gut-pumping ghosts.

The intestinal hell ghost cried wolf, miserable and miserable, but he Meng Haodong was silent, and he became a strange ghost in hell.

The suffering ghosts, the tortured ghosts, suspected that he was a dumb ghost, and when he occasionally spoke to prove that he was not a dumb ghost, they all secretly wondered and admired his endurance.

When he had suffered 10,000 times and did not hum once, he put him into a dark chamber, gave him the task of bidding for the construction of nineteen layers of hell, gave him some advice that it was inconvenient to tell outsiders, and then gave him a full meal, gave him some cigars, and released him out of hell.

Oh, those ghost judges scramble to buy him, it turns out that they think he is a strange commodity to live in, and they take a fancy to him as a ghost talent in business, and want to use him to make a fortune.

Being able to be looked at by ghosts in the underworld and used by them shows that he does have extraordinary talents, so Meng Haodong agreed happily and decided to give full play to his ingenuity and make his life prosperous in the underworld.

Not long after leaving the intestinal hell, Meng Haodong met the poor ghost Mao Changsheng, followed the road for a while and was frightened, but he didn't expect to plant a heel fight, which was really overturned in the gutter.

"Ouch, it hurts......" The gut-pumping ghost couldn't help but hum when he thought about the past—he never howled miserably in hell, because there was no ghost sympathy when he howled, but instead provoked more cynicism, and after leaving hell, he learned to hum in order to relieve stress.

"Why haven't you come yet? The poor ghosts have always lacked integrity and foresight, and have always forgotten their righteousness for the sake of profit, will they get a little money and slip away satisfied? The reason why the poor ghosts are poor and destitute is only because their hearts are too small and they are too easy to be content with the status quo. Alas, poor little people. ”

The gut-pumping ghost kept sighing, his voice was very quiet, like a mosquito humming, but he was still heard by a passing ghost, and accosted him in a weird way: "Boss, don't worry, the poor ghost will not leave the rich ghost easily." How could a hungry fly easily leave a chunk of shit that had just been found?"

Who?

This ghost's voice is very unfamiliar, a bit of a man or a woman, it's a bit like the voice of the gut-pumping ghost itself.

Obviously, this is not what the poor ghost Mao Changsheng said.

The gut-pumping ghost has always been calm and composed, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but be taken aback and his eyes widened.