Because Ding Lingxiu knew very well that he didn't do anything bad and had nothing to fear, he didn't resist, let alone panic too much, he just wondered why he was arrested.

This inner distress is greater than fear.

Ding Lingxiu and Zhang Shanyi were pushed into the underworld by these four ghost pawns, and as soon as they entered the door, they found that there was no vestibule in the underworld, and they could directly enter this huge temple by pushing open the bronze door at the door.

And after entering the interior of the underworld, there was not even a main hall, and they came directly to a corridor, which was intricate, like a labyrinth.

I don't know how long or how far I walked in this quaint corridor, but Ding Lingxiu realized that they seemed to have been wandering in the same place, and the surrounding scene had not changed significantly. These cloisters are flanked by white marble walls with eighteen layers of hell reliefs, and in the red light, the ghosts on these reliefs look lifelike, as if they are about to jump off them, making people feel terrified.

"Where are you going to take us together?" Zhang Shanyi asked Rakshasa .

Rakshasa didn't even look at him, and walked forward on his own, Zhang Shanyi shouted a few more times, and Rakshasa also turned a deaf ear.

They kept their heads down and walked on, occasionally with strange cries in the cloister, accompanied by the sound of shouting and whipping. Occasionally, one or two ghost pawns would walk by here, and when they saw the Rakshasa nodding and saying hello, the Rakshasa would also return the salute arrogantly, with the majesty of a chief.

The sound of footsteps mingled in the empty corridor, and the answers were gripping.

After a long time, the cloister finally changed, and the corner in front of them was clearly an open place, where the red light had become a little whitish, and from that place could be heard the sound of some people's conversations.

As they approached the corner, they found that at the end of the cloister there was a splendid hall directly connected to it.

The ghost pawn pushed them and shouted:

"Let's go, go in."

The two were pushed out of the main hall, and the hall where there was still some sound just now instantly fell silent, and it was almost audible that a pin dropped.

It was only then that they realized that it seemed that the time had come in.

Inside the main hall, all the ghosts and officials knelt on the ground with devotion and held something similar to a song fold in their hands. But because of this red light in the main hall, the resolution of things is not high, and when Ding Lingxiu really sees it clearly, he is a little dumbfounded. I found that they were holding a Pad that was a little smaller than the human world.

Above the main hall, a middle-aged man in a black suit was sitting upright in a black stone office desk. This man is as plump as jade, elegant and delicate. But there was a wrinkle between his eyebrows that was deeper than his yin and yang eyes, making him look as if he was angry. Although the man has a friendly appearance, he has an extremely fierce momentum in his gestures, and the two blazing red eyes seem to be as cold as seeing through a qiē, which makes people dare not force their eyes.

Next to this middle-aged man, there was a female secretary wearing glasses, and the skin of this female secretary was not known to be a little red or because of the light in the hall, which made her face extremely ruddy and shy. Her tall figure and a small orange dress looked decent and casual, and her long dark hair looked a little wet, sparsely drooping on her shoulders, but it didn't feel messy.

After Ding Lingxiu and the others walked in, the entire hall was silent, and almost everyone's eyes were on them, including of course the middle-aged man sitting on the top of the hall and the beautiful woman beside him.

The beautiful female secretary looked at Ding Lingxiu, lifted her glasses, brushed her hair and whispered to the middle-aged man.

Rakshasa also realized that the timing of his appearance was a little abrupt, grabbed his thin hair, arched his hand in awe and cautiously, did not speak, and whispered a few words to the ghost pawn beside him, and these four ghost pawns escorted Ding Lingxiu and Zhang Shanyi to the side.

After looking at it for a while, they saw Ding Lingxiu and they shrank to the wall, and the other ghost officials under the main hall also twisted their heads back and continued to look at the top of the main hall reverently.

I saw that the man above the main hall waved his hand, and the voice was like a bell:

"Zhong Aiqing is flat."

After saying that, His Highness's evil ghosts and ghosts got up one after another, and stopped and stood still with their pads, as if they were rummaging through some information on it. And Ding Lingxiu and they were standing at the back of the main hall, and although the few yin in the back row were also pretending, they were actually still playing games, as if they were receiving some rewards for regular activities.

Zhang Shanyi looked at the man in the hall and whispered to Ding Lingxiu:

"That man can't be the King of Yama, right? I didn't expect it to look so elegant. ”

Ding Lingxiu nodded, the Yama King in his impression should also be Zhang Fei's fierce and vicious appearance with a full face and beard, angry eyebrows and cold eyes, and the Yama King in front of them now except for the upside-down anger lines on his forehead that made him look a little tough, at first glance he was the chairman of a large enterprise who was very close to the people.

Rakshasa glared at the two of them, squeezing between his teeth and whispering:

"You two fucking give me a little quiet."

Zhang Shanyi glanced at him and moved his gaze to the main hall.

I saw that on the top of the main hall, King Yama had a solemn expression, put his hands crossed on the table, glanced at the hundred officials of His Royal Highness with a cold gaze, and slowly asked:

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you have any questions that need to be played today?"

"Late Dynasty?" Ding Lingxiu was puzzled when he heard this word, and couldn't help blurting out.

Zhang Shanyi whispered next to Ding Lingxiu:

"Brother Ding, there is no morning in this underworld, so there is only the evening dynasty, and their time is also very special, although they also use the lunar calendar of the world to time, but it is the opposite, that is, from the Chinese New Year's Eve backwards, the last day of the year is the first day of the first month."

Ding Lingxiu nodded and said:

"No wonder."

Under the main hall, these ghost officials covered their faces with pads, and talked to each other, as if they were very involved in the discussion. However, Ding Lingxiu once again clearly heard that the discussion of several officials in the back row turned out to be playing mahjong, which had nothing to do with the government and the opposition at all. He couldn't help but say that this formalism does not seem to be prevalent not only in the human world, but also in the underworld.

After some shady ghost officials mentioned some things that were not of any substantive question, King Yama's face also became a little tired. At this time, a big long-faced Yin cha walked up to the main hall from among the hundred officials, holding the Pad in his hand, and his already long face seemed to be stretched longer, as if he was a little puzzled, and arched his hand and said to the king of Yama:

"Lord Hades, the new criminal director of this oil pot hell is a pervert, and there have been more and more people complaining about him recently."

As he spoke, the big face handed the Pad in his hand to King Yama.

"Oh?"

King Yama was a little unconvinced, and stroked his chin with his hand.

The big face went on to say:

"Lord Hades, this kid is really a pervert, every time he pushes someone into the oil pot, he forces others to hold it in pairs."

After hearing this, Hades couldn't cry or laugh, he took the Pad, found that it was a photo, looked at the person, frowned, and glanced at the female secretary on the side.

The female secretary quickly lowered her body, carefully watched the person on the pad, just glanced at it, and seemed to recognize this person, she blocked the Hades with her delicate hand, and whispered.

Hades nodded and smiled a little, and after listening to this, he became serious again, returned the Pad to the big long face, and said:

"Ma Mian, I forgot to tell you, this kid was a fried fritter when he was alive, and he didn't let go of his skills."

"Huh?"

Ma Mian looked helpless and walked away.

The next few are some painless and itchy twists and turns, King Yama seems to be a little annoyed to listen to it, looking at the palace, there are several bad ghost officials waiting in a long line to complain, he pouted helplessly, the female secretary on the side saw King Yama's thoughts, cleared her throat and looked at a white-clothed yin cha of His Royal Highness:

"Bai Wuchang, Lord Yama felt very uncomfortable in his stomach after waking up today, you should go and find a doctor."

As soon as the secretary finished speaking, Hades immediately clutched his stomach and frowned. Seeing this, His Royal Highness's hundreds of officials also dispersed one after another.

I thought that Bai Wuchang would be able to leave willingly, but he didn't want Bai Wuchang to make a gesture, and replied: "Yu Yu Hades, have you forgotten, the doctor always grabs people's heads with our underworld, and you hate them to the core, so we don't have a doctor in the underworld!" ”

Hades hated this in his heart, and said that I didn't know that there was no doctor in the underworld, this Bai Wuchang really didn't have a long brain, and he was still an old virtue after a thousand years, Hades' eyes were round, and he changed his tone and shouted: "Then what do you let me do?" “

Bai Wuchang actually smiled heartily, with a flattering look, and said resignedly: "Why don't you have a subordinate to wash your stomach?" ”

Hades was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart, when will this guy still learn the art of saving lives and helping the wounded? I couldn't help but be puzzled and a little curious, so I asked coldly:

"Gastric lavage? How to wash it? ”

Bai Wuchang smiled and stretched out his tongue and said:

"Just let my long tongue stick out into your stomach and wash it!"

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