"I'm not going to talk nonsense with you anymore, can you go?"

I got up from the stage and walked down slowly, "If you go, let's talk about it."

"If you don't leave, then I'm sorry, you'll have to disappear."

The old man glanced back at me, "Judging by your speech and demeanor, you must have seen the world, and I have a question for you!"

He turned his face sideways and threw his hand at me: "I hope to give me advice!"

"Let me ask you, is there always a good reward for good people?"

"That's nature."

I have little hesitation about this question.

I may suffer a little loss in front of me, but sooner or later, God will get back the loss I have suffered from another place.

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched, and he sneered again: "What nonsense!"

"The old man was the champion of the three yuan of CUHK before his death! has been an official for decades, and has never fished the people! Why did you wear such a thing for me?"

He shook his red belly pocket, and the two white beards at the corners of his mouth trembled.

He asked me why I wore a red belly pocket, and where did I know where to go?

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly: "It's because the emperor's relatives committed a crime under my jurisdiction, and the old man beheaded him with a knife, which calmed the people's anger!"

"Let me ask you again, am I wrong?"

This......

"Of course."

The old man held the flower feather on his top and said sharply, "You are not blind in this future life!"

"However, not only was I beheaded all over the house, but I was also given a woman's cloth bag before I died!"

"They have humiliated me! Humiliation!"

"My life is innocent, and it is all ruined here! Who's responsible?"

This questioning voice made me start to re-examine the old ghost in front of me.

In this way, he is really unwilling, so he lingers here for a long time.

After a while, I spoke again: "In all dynasties, there is no absolute fairness."

"Besides, the times you live in are already turbulent, and this kind of thing happens......

Before I could finish speaking, the old man immediately asked, "So it's right for this to happen?"

"Is it because the world is chaotic, we must confuse black and white!"

Compared with the official authority, the aura of the literati on this old man is heavier.

It was a kind of qi that would rather bend than bend.

For some reason, I was a little speechless when he forced me to ask.

It was me who had the upper hand just now!

After a while, I finally found the conversation: "It's been so many years, and the person who hurt you has already gone to the underworld to report, is there any point for you here?"

By the time this sentence came out, I realized that I admit that he was right.

It's just that the difference in identity and role makes it impossible for me to stand on the same camp.

The old man's voice was louder, "Of course it makes sense!"

"The entire Monan, all the dead souls, will be passed by me one by one! We will send the good man away, and the wicked will pass me first!"

These words made me nervous, and I hurriedly asked, "This is what the underworld should do! You're setting up a private torture hall, and you're going to be annoyed!"

"Trouble? If the old man had been afraid of trouble, he wouldn't have beheaded that beast back then!"

The old man stood with his head held high, and although he was dressed funny, the righteousness still came to his face.

I did doubt his words just now, but at this moment I believed it.

This kind of righteousness cannot be pretended by clever words.

For this kind of person, I admire it from the bottom of my heart.

Being alive is a good person, and being dead is a good ghost, maybe the way is a little inappropriate, but the original intention is right.

I stepped off the stage in three or two steps, clasped my fists with both hands, and said respectfully: "Old man, listen to my advice, when the wicked people arrive in the underworld, naturally someone will deal with them, and it is really unruly for you to do this."

The old man glanced at me with horizontal eyes: "Do you believe in the underworld?"

"I...... I believe it!"

"The old man doesn't believe it! When he was alive, he was protected by officials and officials, and when he arrived in that place, he didn't think it was his own back garden!"

Obviously, the wounds of life have never been erased.

So much so that he also became suspicious of the underworld.

The souls of the dead outside the door gathered here, with no intention of leaving.

I raised my hand at them and said, "You didn't think that if someone tracked them down, you wouldn't even have room to struggle."

"Boy! You persuade me, I don't listen to you!"

In terms of age and experience, he is above me.

Besides, when people are officials, even the emperor's relatives dare to kill, how can I be persuaded in three or two sentences?

For a while, I was also in a dilemma.