The first temple was soon there.

Kong Qianyu, who was hiding in the flowers on the other side, had two split screens in his mobile phone, watching it with relish.

The Mirror Stand used to look like this.

The smooth curved surface of 360 degrees without dead ends, even if the light in hell is dim, it can't block its light, and the little ghost can have the effect of flashing the eyes of a blind dog at any glance.

Tan Zhiyu thought that this was a reasonable place, and he wanted to use the rules of the yang world to hell, and go through the motions on the evil mirror platform, and then there would be a place to appeal to him.

A ghost dressed in the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty finished reading his year of birth and death, and after verifying that he was right, the evil mirror platform showed that he was going to enter the twelfth layer of the Lingjiu Hell for a period of one month.

A month, fine. Although the sentence is not long, but this is hell, Tan Zhi naturally did not want to suffer, and when the little ghost was about to drag him away, he shouted: "I am not guilty, why should you punish me?" ”

Usually, how can a ghost dare to make trouble on the judgment seat of hell, and the little ghosts who come here on business are also low in vigilance, Tan Zhi struggled very hard, and he was stunned that the two ghosts almost didn't catch him.

"Bold! Dare to make a mistake in hell, come, send him to the oil pot to sober up first! The ghost who was recording on the side didn't raise his head, and his own little ghosts from all directions stepped forward, lifted Tan Zhi up with all hands and feet, and threw him into the bubbling oil pot next to him.

"Ahh Kong Qianyu finally heard his scream, and the screen went half black. Her eavesdropping charm is waterproof and windproof, but after all, it is just ordinary yellow table paper, and it is impossible to prevent the oil pot that has been passed down for many years in hell.

Tsk, it's miserable, listening to the movement should be scorched on the outside and tender on the inside. She was so clever that she put two talismans just in case of an accident. The other half of the signal continues to be transmitted.

This ghost is standing on the side watching the play, and the perspective is invincible and clear.

After three ups and three downs, and six boiling pots, Tan Zhi was fished out with a long fork, and he couldn't see a ghost all over his body, and his entire facial features were blurred, but he seemed to still have the strength to struggle.

"If you don't listen to the admonition and disrupt the normal office order of hell for no reason, you will be punished for one day."

Isn't it just one more day? Tan Zhi waved his burnt arm nonchalantly.

"You're still not convinced?" The secretary finally stopped writing, picked up a tablet and flipped through it, and began to read: "At noon on the *year*month*day, I had a dinner with four relatives and friends, spending 3,765 yuan, ordering 16 dishes, discarding the remaining meals, and scolding people three times during the banquet."

Reading it so vigorously that Kong Qianyu almost listened. Finally, the secretary looked up and asked, "Do you remember these?" The money is yours, you can spend it as much as you want, but waste food, swear while eating, hehe, boy, it's not a problem in the sun, but in our place, you live well on the twelfth floor! ”

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that time in Hell doesn't flow at the same rate as above. One day is equal to 3,750 years on earth. Take your time and enjoy your sentence, which will soon pass. ”

Tan Zhi didn't dare to struggle anymore, and let the ghost chake him to the depths of the twelfth layer of hell, one day was equal to more than three thousand seven hundred years? He wanted to die.

Oh, no, he's dead, and now he really can't live, and if he can't die, he's going to rot in hell for thousands of years.

Send away a troublemaker, the ghosts behind are unusually well-behaved, obedient and sensible, judge as much as they want, and send them wherever they are, and never dare to say a word.

Good guy, if you have been making trouble for more than 3,000 years, who dares to make trouble when you are full.

Soon a new group of evil spirits had their own place, and they were taken to suffer with sad faces. There are only a few ghosts left in front of the evil mirror platform, but from beginning to end, I haven't seen the figure of King Qin Guang, and they are all taken care of by a few ghost officials.

The escort ghost took the opportunity to sit behind the desk and was lazy, brought an incense candle to eat, and sighed while eating, which caused the ghost who was in charge of recording next to him to be dissatisfied.

"I said Chen Li, can you be more particular? Every time I come back, I have to pull something to order, do you know how much an incense candle can sell for now? ”

"Oh, don't be so stingy." Chen Li's mouthful of incense and candle foam spewed out and fell onto the tablet, and the secretary's grimace turned green.

Chen Li smiled and reached out to wipe the screen.

"If it's broken, it's not enough to sell you." Although the tablet is not new, it has only been connected to the Internet for less than two years in hell, and all the information used to be stored in this tablet has not been fully networked to achieve paperless.

In the words of their immediate boss, hell is a prison, and the level of secrecy must be high, and there must be no internet unless necessary.

Therefore, if the tablet is broken and there is no backup data, they want to find the original data, they have to go to the court to pull it out, and the difficulty coefficient is not lower than that of getting out of the oil pot and all the tails.

"Hey, I said that you kid is cowardly, guarding such a big stall, you can't get the dark money, and your life is hard haha, otherwise you won't even be a treasure with a candle. How did you forget all the money when you were a human being? Relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to eat the water, relying on hell to eat ghosts! ”

"It's all money, my brother! These sinned ghosts also have relatives and friends alive, and the money they burned is also moldy in the bank of heaven and earth, you just have to open your mouth, how much you want, do you understand, brother? ”

Chen Li and the secretary ghost Zhang Fan are fellow villagers, and when they were alive, they were begging for a living in the yamen, Zhang Fan is a wooden scholar, and Chen Li is a servant. Both of them were young, and both died of the plague and became short-lived ghosts.

I never thought that the underworld was short of manpower at that time, and at their age, the resume was quite clean, so they were successfully retained as a ghost, which was much better than being a person in reincarnation to suffer.

It's just that the money is too low, the little benefits they give out, it's not enough to eat white rice, Chen Li has an active brain and plenty of money, but Zhang Fan is a brainless, timid and small, and has been bitter, otherwise he can't be thrown to do the most tiring work.

Unlike other positions, which are either eight hours or have high overtime pay, he needs to be on call in this position, and the overtime pay is pitiful.

Zhang Fan was a little moved, recently he saw that his boss was in love, and he was also greedy, if he had money in his hand, he could find a suitable ghost bride and set up a home in Xudu, which could be regarded as a complete ghost life.

Chen Li listened to Zhang Fan's words, pointed to his head and scolded with a smile: "Is it true that your first hall has become a love brain from top to bottom?" The boss is chasing the living people everywhere, you Xiao wants to be a ghost bride, all the way! ”

In the chat between the two ghosts, Kong Qianyu actually ate King Qin Guang's melon!

I'm a good girl, can't even the big man in the underworld escape the law of true incense?

King Qin Guang, hey, the ultimate person of the domineering president has Mu You, and he is now going through the stage of chasing his wife in the crematorium.

Ahhh Kong Qianyu roared inwardly at the screen, if she gossiped more, she really wanted to watch Youmu up close!

I don't know which warrior was so "lucky" (poured blood mold for eight lifetimes) and fell into the eyes of King Qin Guang.

It's far away, since King Qin Guang went to chase his wife, whose subordinates are these ghosts acting under his banner?

Is it that King Qin Guang is suspicious and designed to get out and plan a rebellion, or is he really just being used by others in case he fails.

This matter has to be considered in the long run.