After listening to the poor god's story, Wang Mou and the others instantly understood a lot, but for the core question of this hundred ghosts night walk, that is, why the poor god and the others returned to the ground, Wang Mou and the others still did not have a clear conclusion.

"That poor god senior, the specific structure of this underworld has been finished, shouldn't you tell me why you went to the ground?"

"Oh oh, yes, yes, this is off topic, you don't think it's weird, when you stay with a group of people who are basically exactly like you for a long time, you will also have this symptom, and people like paper-scissors will have to talk non-stop. The poor god smiled awkwardly, and seemed to recognize his own situation.

"Okay, now it's time to cut to the chase and why we go to the ground, and the answer to that question is very simple, it's to take out the trash. ”

"What the hell, take out the garbage?" The play is completely blinded, according to this meaning, could it be that this poor god thinks of himself as a garbage can?

The poor god looked at the actor and understood what he meant, waved his hand and said: "That's not what it means, we don't mean to treat you as a trash can, besides, when we choose the object of possession, we also choose it randomly, the whole process is open and transparent, and you were selected entirely because you were too old." ”

Hearing the poor god say this, the actor's face turned black in an instant, what does this mean, it is to laugh at whether he is a chief or not, it is better to say that he is a garbage can.

"Poor God senior, you go on and say, don't worry about him. Wang Mou hurriedly spoke.

"Oh, okay, boy, I'm not saying you're a trash can, you're much better than a trash can. The poor god really felt a little uncomfortable looking at the play like this, and hurriedly said again.

The drama is also a little helpless at this time, it seems that this poor god has indeed been with a group of people for a long time, and this sounds so awkward.

"Senior, go on, I'm fine. Xi Ziqiang squeezed out a smile and said.

"Well, in fact, I prefer to compare you to a garbage receiving station than a garbage can, because we use you as a coordinate to dump those souls, and your role is also the role of landmarks. ”

The "......" drama is now full of helplessness, which means that he can't beat the poor god, otherwise the poor god will now kneel on the ground and sing conquest to him.

"Well, the main purpose of our coming to the surface is actually what you just said, which is to find one hundred and eight landmarks, but it is just to make us dump garbage souls faster, which leads to the night walk of the hundred ghosts you mentioned. ”

"Oh, I see. At this time, Wang Mou had already thoroughly understood the specific meaning of the night walk of the hundred ghosts. "So senior, if there are no one hundred and eight landmarks, or how many of these one hundred and eight landmarks have disappeared, just like now, then what should we do?"

"This kind of situation has not happened before, and the general way to deal with such a situation in the underworld is that whoever comes in, the garbage will belong to him, so what you have to do later is to go with us to get the garbage. ”

"!!" As soon as Wang Mou heard this, he instantly panicked, what is the situation, get garbage! This garbage is nothing else, this is a group of ghosts, Wang Mou's feet are a little weak when he thinks about the kind of small warehouse full of all kinds of ghosts.

"Boy, why do you have such an expression, these garbage may be just some wastes that occupy space for us, but for you people on the ground, this value is not ordinary, as far as I know, you have a lot of ghost cultivators on the ground, even if you don't use it, it will be a lot of money to sell it." ”

The poor god saw that Wang Mou's face became extremely ugly, and he felt a little curious, and said that he had also led a few people from the ground to the underworld, why were they all very excited, why did this guy seem to have seen a ghost, no, this underworld seems to be full of ghosts.

"This ...... We...... OK...... Don't you get it......" Wang Mou said with his teeth fighting, a scene like this full of ghosts really made Wang Mou scared when he thought about it.

"Naturally...... No, if you don't get it, where will these ghosts go? There is no spare place in the underworld, rest assured, we will provide you with garbage bags, no, to be precise, it should be a soul storage device, absolutely let you receive it at ease, receive it with peace of mind. ”

The more Wang Mou listened to the explanation of this poor god, the more he beat the drum in his heart, to be honest, he always felt that this trip to the underworld was a wrong choice.

"Well, Poor God Senior, if we take these ghosts away, you probably won't be haunting me. The drama asked cautiously, after all, this is the most important thing, no matter when, getting rid of ghosts and gods is the most important thing.

The poor god glanced at the play contemptuously.

"What am I pestering you for, you're not a big girl, besides, I have a lot of work, if it weren't for this lottery for me to go to the ground to choose a landmark, I wouldn't want to go. ”

Facing the answer of the poor god, the actor finally breathed a sigh of relief, not to mention anything else, at least this life was saved.

Ouyang Baishuang also got a similar answer after asking about Tiansha Lone Star, and this time, these two people were relieved.

"So, senior poor god, if we do this, will it cause the dissatisfaction of the ghost cultivators on the ground, after all, there are some ghosts missing. Although Pang Men is a little naïve, he still has some unique views on the problem.

"Well, you just think so, give you a hundred and eight apples in a stack of boxes, and pick out two of them, can you tell? Besides, there is more and less garbage delivered every time, at most this time the ghost monks on the ground will say that this year's garbage is a little less. ”

Hearing this, Pang Men was relieved, and now the problem was only his own ghost-fearing master.

"Master, look at this deal, you can make sure you don't lose money, so let's take a trip. Pang Men instigated his master.

But at this time, Wang Mou had been frightened by the picture of the hundred ghosts walking at night that he had imagined in his mind, and his legs were shaking constantly.

Pang ...... Door...... Ah, it's not ...... to be a teacher Let's go...... Look at this...... That's where the gate is placed...... It's also not safe...... As a teacher, I'll guard this door for you......"

The poor god looked at Wang Mou with some confusion, not knowing why he had such a big reaction after hearing that he was going to collect the garbage.

"Boy, what's the situation with you, it's not a trick, now malaria is strong enough to infect cultivators. ”

Wang Mou waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, but at this time, Jia Nanxun saw the stitches and said to the poor god.

"Senior, don't worry, this friend of ours has a strange symptom called paranormal non-substantial observable object phobia, you don't have to worry, it'll be fine in a while. ”

"It's not...... Lao Jia ...... When did I get ...... ...... sick like this" Wang Mou was a little puzzled and said to Jia Nanxun

Jia Nanxun smiled and said to Wang Mou: "This disease is commonly known as being afraid of ghosts. ”

Wang Mou: "......"

With the intermittent and coercive activities of Wang Mou's group of friends, Wang Mou was forcibly taken to the front of a gloomy-looking palace.

"Okay, here we are, this place is where our Ten Bosses, the Wheel King, work, come with me, and I will tell the Ten Bosses to give you the ghosts that should be given to you. ”

As soon as Wang Mou heard that he was going to see the steward of the prefecture, Wang Mou felt a burst of weakness.

"What, senior, this wheel king, his essence is human. ”

The poor god waved his hand and said, "Hey, what you said, people are ten bosses, how can they be people, people should be regarded as big ghosts and gods in the strict sense." ”

"That's good, that's good, it's not a ghost. Wang Mou sighed, which made the friends around him look down on him.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense here, let's go in quickly, by the way, let me remind you, our ten bosses are a little angry, you pay attention. ”

As soon as the poor god said this, Wang Mou and the others turned their eyes to Ouyang Baishuang, and Ouyang Baishuang's face immediately turned red.

"What do you all look at me, do I look like such a tiger person!"

"Like. Everyone said in unison.

"......" Ouyang Baishuang suddenly felt a lot of pain.

After everyone entered the palace, they all felt that their worldview had completely collapsed.

I saw that in this small palace, everywhere was busy, and all kinds of ghosts and gods were sitting on different tables, and each table was full of various copywriters.

There is also a group of imps wandering between these ghosts, adding or subtracting copywriting to the table of these ghosts.

And at the top of this room, there is a middle-aged man with a slight beard, at least looking like a middle-aged man, who is holding a piece of fluorene plate in his hand, and keeps saying something to it.

"Alas, how many times have I told you, you can just throw a ghost like this to my second brother, you say he doesn't accept it, how can he not accept it, if it doesn't work, you just throw it directly into his palace, what's the matter with me. ”

"What, the yin and yang book is miscalculated again, what are you doing well, start the second plan, and compensate as much as you can, it's too insatiable, throw it directly to the garbage disposal station. ”

Jia Nanxun looked at the busy appearance of the Wheel King, and was full of emotion in his heart, this social animal really exists everywhere, even the underworld exists.

"My lord, Lord Wheel King......" The poor god walked up to the wheel king and whispered.

The Wheel King didn't raise his head, and shouted directly: "If you don't need me to sign, just find a judge, and if you need me to sign, wait for me for a while." ”

"That senior, we need to sign or not. Wang Mou asked in a whisper to the Tiansha Lone Star beside him.

The answer of the Heavenly Demon Lone Star was still so concise and clear.

"Yes. ”

In this way, Wang Mou and the others could only stay here silently, waiting for the office of the Wheel King.

During this period, Wang Mou and others' imagination of the underworld was completely overturned, and in the past nearly an hour, Wang Mou and others saw tons and tons of copywriting being transported in, and tons and tons of copywriting being transported away.

During this period, there was even a ghost god who fainted directly to the ground due to overwork, which means that he is not a mortal, otherwise, he would have been directly transferred to another underworld organization - Nahe Bridge.

After Wang Mou and the others waited for nearly an hour, a heavy bell rang over the palace.

"It's time to get off work!"

For a moment, Wang Mou seemed to be in a big bell, and he was a little dizzy by this sound.

However, Wang Mou heard infinite emotion when he got off work, and listening to this relieved tone, it was really sad for the listeners, and the listeners were in tears.

Alas, these days, no civil servants are still in charge, especially civil servants in the prefecture.

(To be continued)