The gates of hell opened, and the psychic, dressed in a big black robe and carrying a huge scythe on his shoulder, slowly walked out. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At the other end of the gate, a bull-headed horse from the underworld stood in place, waiting for the psychic to come.

Several Grim Reapers, who were also dressed in black robes, looked at the psychic reluctantly.

One of them said, "Man, go there, if there is a demon bullying you, come back and tell us, and we will curse it! Harvest its soul! Let it never be reborn!"

The other also said with relief: "Work hard there, there will always be a place for you in heaven." ”

"Goodbye, fellows. The psychic also smiled, raised his hand that had not yet turned into a skeleton, and said goodbye with a wry smile.

The gates of hell closed, and there was a loud sound that trembled the ghost's heart, and the psychic looked back, reluctant, unwilling, and helpless.

"It's time to hit the road. The muffled voice of the bull and the horse came.

The psychic didn't say a word, followed the bull-headed horse face who led the way in front of him, came to a black hole, and slowly stepped into it together.

Time passed, and the place where the psychic appeared again was not hell, but an eerie underworld.

In fact, the environment has not changed much from the hell side, except for some ancient houses set up in rows, and a large group of dead people dressed in white, walking towards a bridge.

In my previous life, as a Chinese, I knew the rules of this place, and everyone who went to the underworld after death had to cross the bridge, drink Meng Po soup, and then reincarnate as a new person.

The psychic only hopes that he will not repeat those people, and that he has not lived enough in the underworld.

Then he followed the bull head and horse face forward, and came to an ancient and tall palace, if the psychic guessed correctly, he should face the king of Yama next!

When I came to the main hall, an ancient desk that was tall to the sky appeared in the eyes of psychic ghosts.

Since the desk was so high, the psychic couldn't see who it was, but the psychic guessed that it should be the king of Yama.

The bull-headed horse gently pushed the psychic behind his back, and the psychic raised his head and said, "King Yama?"

"What?" At this moment, a ghost walked behind the desk, holding a book that looked like a "book of life and death" in his hand, and walked over leisurely.

The psychic lowered his head and looked at this guy who didn't have the slightest ghostly appearance at all, shouldn't the king of Yama stay up there?

"Are you...... Lord Yama?" asked the psychic curiously.

"Oh no, no, I'm King Yama's assistant, and he has a lot of opportunities for the old man, so he doesn't have time to hang out here. ”

"Who is Li Wanji?" muttered the psychic, and couldn't help asking: "I am a god of death from hell, I have not yet graduated, I can be regarded as a half-god of death, my name is psychic." ”

The psychic also deliberately shook the huge scythe in his hand.

"Oh, I know, Death! I know, I know!"

King Yama's assistant paused for a moment, and then continued: "When you come to our underworld, you have to abide by our rules! Considering that you have been cultivating in hell for a long time, make an exception and you don't need to be reincarnated." ”

"Thank you, thank you so much. The psychic patted the sycophants.

"But...... You can't just do nothing when you come to our underworld, can you?"

The psychic suddenly realized, this is a task! The psychic hurriedly replied: "Yes, I understand, do you want me to be a black and white double evil?

The psychic knows that the position of the god of death is equivalent to the black and white evil on the other side of hell, and the psychic is actually a "half" god of death, and he must be psychic to harvest the lives of others.

"No, no, no, your tongue doesn't grow, you don't look like it, you don't fit. ”

King Yama's assistant took out a copy of the "Book of Heaven", with a faint black smoke emitting from the writing, and handed it to the psychic.

"This is your job, to help mortals fulfill their wishes, and for each wish fulfilled, a wish point will be added, isn't your wish to go to heaven? As long as your wish points reach 1,000 points! The underworld will give you a place in heaven. ”

"This is simple! Is it enough to help mortals fulfill 1,000 wishes?" said the psychic excitedly, this is much easier than the hard work of cultivating on the other side of hell.

"It depends on the difficulty of the task, if you are lucky, you can have 10 wish points to achieve one, of course, provided that mortals do not discover our true identity. ”

"It's simple! I don't have camouflage skills! Isn't it just to help mortals realize their wishes, it's easy! Heaven I'm coming!" the psychic shouted excitedly, the psychic waited for this opportunity for I don't know how many years, now that there is a road, as long as you don't get hit by a car and die, it will be a matter of time before you reach the end!

"Okay, you can go, the bull head and horse face will send you to the mortal world, and the rest is up to you, but you must remember that you must not let mortals discover your true identity!"

"Yes! Promise to complete the mission! Please let the leader put 10,000 hearts!" said the psychic patting the horse.

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Mortal.

The bull head and horse face sent the psychic to the mortal world, but he didn't know where to go, and the psychic didn't bother to care.

The psychic took out the "Book of Heaven" given to him by King Yama's assistant, opened it and looked at it.

The psychic was shocked, looking left and right, completely blank!

There was nothing written on it, whiter than psychic's pale cheeks.

"Got ...... trapped"

"Really, that guy just said something and didn't explain it clearly, this errand...... I'd rather be a black and white man. The psychic looked helplessly at the "Book of Heaven".

In order to familiarize himself with the environment of the mortal world, the psychic stood up, and now the psychic was on the roof of a magnificent building, and the wind was blowing, which did not affect the psychic in the slightest.

"Well, it looks good, it's much warmer than that side of hell. ”

The psychic floated off the ground with his feet for a while, because the psychic was a dead man, and he was also a ghost, so he couldn't walk at all, and it was much easier to fly directly.

Suddenly, a few figures ran around, and the psychic took a closer look, only to realize that they were policemen, how could the police appear on the top floor of the building where the birds don't?

The psychic floated after them, and they couldn't see themselves anyway, and they couldn't see themselves.

Suddenly, in the psychic special storage space, the "Book of Heaven" lit up.

The psychic hurriedly took it out and looked at it, it was no longer a wordless heavenly book, with such a line of words: "Save the man who committed suicide, his yang life is not over, and the wish point is -1." ”

The psychic suddenly realized, it turned out that this errand was randomly assigned to the task!

The psychic flew up and observed the entire roof of the building, and finally understood the ins and outs.

It turned out that there was a man with a sling wire, because he broke up with his girlfriend, so he wanted to jump off the building, no, he had already run to the top of the railing outside the building, and was making a gesture to jump down.

The psychic rolled his eyes, I am a great god of death! I was asked to do such a vulgar task!

Isn't it just a sling?

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(PS: The above content is all the author's nonsense! Don't take it seriously! The author's writing is limited! Don't blame!)