All the postmen of the Yin Si Yamen, in the final analysis, are all ghosts, and only those who have died and have unlimited merit can be recorded in the books and become a member of the Postman's Mansion.

Not only did they manage all the postman affairs of the Yin Division, but for the twelve postmen, the postmen between the Yin and Yang were also under their jurisdiction.

A little postman like me, who has only lived for more than twenty years and has no qualifications, is an insignificant little role under their jurisdiction.

However, although they are all ghosts, there is one thing that is different from ordinary ghosts, that is, relying on their identities, everyone present can touch my ghost suppression treasure lock.

So at this moment, I am very careful to hide the treasure in my pocket, this thing, even the ghosts who can't touch it are greedy, let alone these high-status Huangquan postmen.

"What is the identity of this person? What exactly is the crime? ”

After the postman explained the intention of convening the postmen's conference, many postmen immediately asked puzzled.

"This person's name is He Ziwu!" The rooster sneered and said my name.

Several postmen immediately exclaimed, "Oh? It turned out to be him? ”

There were also people who didn't know my identity, and they asked around, "He Ziwu?" Who? How I haven't heard of it! ”

At this time, I was a little disappointed, at first I saw that King Yama knew my identity, I may have drifted, but now I know that in addition to the big guys of Yin, there are still many people who don't know my identity.

I had a small question in my heart, since it was the Twelve Postmen of Yinsi, except for the fact that Master Zu was still fiddling with his flowers and plants, there were only ten people in front of him, why didn't he see another one?

"Everyone present is a Huangquan postman, and I invite you to come here today to discuss a method together, and the king of Yama has also issued a decree to our postman's mansion to decide how to punish this living postman who trespassed into the underworld as a living person and stole into the iceberg hell."

After the postman finished speaking, there was a burst of exclamations in the room, and most of the people who didn't know me were amazed at who I was.

"What? Is he a living man? The dignified Yin Si actually let him go to hell? There were also one or two people in the corner who secretly applauded my behavior, "Hahaha, he actually broke into hell, what a living postman, well done, this time the Yin Si made a big joke!" ”

The postman raised his hands and pressed down, and everyone instantly fell silent, and they all looked at him quietly.

"Although this person is a living person, it is inconvenient for the underworld system to punish him, but he is also our postman family, the king of Yama is wise, and he specially asked us to punish, this method is extremely clever, so everyone, if you have any ideas, you can put them forward."

So, all the postmen offered advice, "Doesn't he love to go into the underworld?" Why don't we let him take over our mission, deliver letters every day, go to the Eighteen Hells, and suffer a lot, and see what else he has to say then? ”

"In my opinion, it is better to punish it for a year of hard labor in the Postman's Mansion, everyone present started from the servants of the Postman's Mansion, and after a hundred and ten years, he got his current status, as long as he is allowed to do it, it will only take a year, and then he will know how difficult it is for the postman in our underworld."

The woman in the red robe chuckled, "Are you willing to do it?" With such a handsome face as a servant for me, I am still reluctant? ”

Listening to them, it turns out that any postman who is included in the Yin Division after his death, if he wants to get out of the matter, will be a servant in this postman's house, and start from scratch, that is, every man in this house, even the two servants who have just released me, are actually postmen who are much older than me?

Among the different opinions, one has a thick . The fat black-bearded postman walked out of the queue of ten, "Let's not care what punishment this kid will receive, since he is a living postman and a junior, I want to have a discussion with him, and see if the postman in the yang world has abandoned the ability of his ancestors over the years?" Or is it a continuation of our postman's work? ”

The fat postman's words immediately won the satisfaction of most of the postmen present, "The postman is right, come on, let's open our eyes, and see what this living postman is capable of?" ”

I squinted at the rooster postman on the side, and saw that he still had the same iron face, but it did not stop the postman's opinion, on the contrary, he nodded slightly.

When the postman rolled up his sleeves and came to me, he was about to make a gesture with me, but was stopped by the woman in red.

"That's not good, Eighth Senior Brother, if you want to compare, I have to compare! I can't bear to let my handsome little apprentice be wronged! ”

When the woman in red spoke, her eyes stared straight at me, and her eyes were even more soft, I couldn't help but shudder, just from the aura of the person, this woman in red was much more powerful than the postman.

I've heard several postmen call her the third sister, and if you count by the twelve hours, could it be that she is the fourth of the twelve postmen?

Sure enough, the obese postman shook his rules in front of the woman in red, and then said: "Third sister, as a sunrise postman, how can you work this kind of hard work, you can do it yourself, don't worry, I just tested his ability, and didn't hurt him a single hair." ”

Since the fat postman had said so, and the rooster had agreed, I had no choice but to fight, and the postmen around me immediately took a step back and gave up the open space in the center.

"I'll test your Yin Yang True Qi running ability first!" As he spoke, his hands folded and the words came into his mouth, and then he stretched out a finger and pressed it against my head, and I immediately felt a strong wind pressing on my head, worthy of one of the ancestors of the postman's class, and the power of two fingers alone could bring me so much pressure.

I secretly picked up my true qi and tried to resist this strong force, but I didn't expect that the true qi I transported to all parts of my body poured out in an instant, and instead was sucked away by him.

The pressure on my head became heavier and heavier, and the more I tried to resist, the faster my true qi poured out.

It seems that we postmen are originally a family, and although the cultivation methods of true qi are different, we all belong to the same family.

The pressure on the top of my head became stronger and stronger, and I almost had to bend my neck, at this time I remembered the mental method taught by my grandfather, and I could resist for a while if I couldn't move.

Although I have long known that I will lose or lose this fight with the postman, at least I should lose with dignity.

I recited the mantra silently, my body filled with strength, and then I raised my hands and pointed to my temples on my left and right.

For a moment, I felt that the force pressing on the top of my head had really lessened a little.