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And what is our Lucy Liu doing?

She was sitting leisurely on a stool at this moment. On the table next to her were various pastries from the underworld, and she was eating them with great pleasure.

It turned out that Liu Yuling was taken to the underworld by the ghost and came to the first level of the Eighteen Levels of Hell - the Tongue-Pulling Hell.

This hell of tongue-pulling is set up to punish those who sow discord, slander and harm others, are smooth-talking, use clever rhetoric, and tell lies to deceive others while they were alive.

In this hell, sinners have to endure the punishment of having their tongues pulled out every six hours.

When the mournful sound of the trumpet rang out in the darkness of the underworld, it was the announcement that the moment of execution had arrived.

The ghosts would use cold, barbed iron pliers to clamp the sinner's tongue tightly and then pull it out by the roots with sudden force. In an instant, the sinner's mouth would be filled with blood and his wails of pain would echo throughout hell.

However, the laws of hell are extremely cruel. After a short while, the sinner's tongue that has been pulled out will grow back again, waiting for the next torture.

This cycle repeats itself endlessly, making sinners pay a heavy price in endless suffering for the evil words they spoke in their lifetime.

When they first arrived here, the ghost escorting Liu Yuling handed her over to Cui Wei, the manager of this first level of hell.

Cui Wei was tall, with a stern face and an eerie aura emanating from his body. His deep eye sockets flickered with ghostly green fire, which made people feel intimidated.

He took Liu Yuling's escort document, glanced at her casually, and a barely perceptible sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He said, "Oh, you are the new ghost who offended the King of Hell. Okay, stay here for a month. I will follow the punishment regulations here."

Liu Yuling was shocked when she heard this. She saw the ghost next to her being executed and having his tongue pulled out. She turned pale with fear and said to Cui Wei in a trembling voice, "Sir Ghost Officer, please don't tell me that I am going to have my tongue pulled out too?"

Cui Wei snorted coldly, and the voice seemed to come from the Netherworld: "Humph, do you even need to ask? Why did you come here if you didn't pull out your tongue?"

Liu Yuling's eyes rolled, and she forced out a flattering smile on her face. She said to Cui Wei, "Then may I ask, how much salary do you get as a ghost messenger per month?"

Cui Wei heard this, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he said impatiently: "Why are you asking these questions? The currency commonly used in our underworld is Yin notes. A ghost like me who manages things makes 200 a month, and those ghosts who take action only make 60 a month."

"Then, Mr. Ghost Messenger, have you ever thought about doubling your monthly salary? Or even more?"

When Cui Wei heard this, he immediately put on a righteous look on his face and straightened his back: "What? You want to bribe me? Let me tell you, I have always been honest and upright in the underworld, and I have never done anything illegal or disorderly!"

However, his constantly moving eyes were keenly captured by Lucy Liu, revealing the slight hesitation in his heart.

At this time, Liu Yuling shrugged and pretended to be helpless and said: "Well, since you don't want this opportunity to make a fortune, I will go over there and discuss it with those tongue-pulling ghosts. Maybe they have more ideas."

After saying that, Lucy Liu turned around and was about to leave, but she deliberately slowed down her pace, as if every step was stepping on Cui Wei's heart.

"Wait!" Cui Wei couldn't suppress his curiosity and greed, and called out to Liu Yuling, with a hint of urgency in his voice, "Tell me, how can you double my salary or even more?"

Upon hearing this, Lucy Liu narrowed her eyes slightly, with a shrewd light flashing in her eyes.

“If we put on a grand show outside the Samsara Palace, it would be unprecedented.

The ticket price for our performance is set at 2 yuan per show.

But at the beginning, we have to act generously. For the first 20 people who come in, we will only charge 1 Yinbi each, just to give everyone a little sweet taste.

After these 20 people enter, we will charge 20 yuan for the next 1 people, which is a slight increase in the price.

Then, the next group of 20 people received 1 Yin notes, and so on, step by step, until the maximum amount they received was 6 Yin notes.

You see, in this underworld, there are countless ghost messengers and ghost soldiers coming and going every day, and there are even more lonely ghosts.

When they see the ticket price rising little by little, they will scramble to get in, fearing that the price will be higher if they are late.

We'll send a few kids outside to shout and cheer to liven up the atmosphere. We'll definitely make a lot of money from this, so just wait and count your money!"

Cui Wei crossed his arms and frowned slightly, his eyes full of suspicion. "Humph, that's easy to say, how attractive can your show be? Don't let it end up not being able to attract even a few ghosts, and end up making me lose money."

Liu Yuling raised the corner of her mouth, revealing a confident smile, and pointed her finger in the direction of those who were being tortured:

"My Lord, look at these tongue-pulling people, they are all buried talents!

Think about it, why are they punished by having their tongues pulled out? It's because they were good at speaking but didn't use their words in the right place. But here, this is an advantage.

In today's world, talent is the key! As long as we show them a way out and save them from the pain of having their tongues pulled out, won't they be willing to work for us wholeheartedly? Wouldn't the personnel cost of the performance be reduced?

By then, after deducting some miscellaneous expenses, the profits should be flowing in, right? "

Cui Wei listened to Liu Yuling's words, his eyes rolled around, and he was secretly calculating in his mind.

After a moment, he slammed the table so hard that the tea bowl on the table shook a few times: "Okay! Let's do it! But I have to say it first. If you mess up, you, the new ghost, will suffer a lot!"

They acted right away, and soon the scene outside the Samsara Hall became bustling.

Lucy Liu sat on a stool nearby, leisurely savoring the pastries from the underworld and giving instructions from time to time.

On the stage, a group of ghosts were rehearsing enthusiastically.

Some of them practiced the talk show carefully designed by Lucy Liu with correct pronunciation and pronunciation. If those witty jokes happened in the world of the living, they would probably make mortals burst into laughter.

Some work in pairs, singing in harmony as they perform crosstalk skits full of underworld characteristics, with each joke being louder than the last.

There is also a ghost who had a good voice when he was alive. He is singing the song written specifically for him by Lucy Liu with great emotion. Every word of the lyrics touches the hearts of the ghosts in the underworld.

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The ghosts selected by Liu Yuling all had excitement and gratitude in their eyes. They were able to avoid the punishment of tongue pulling, which was worse than death, and also have the opportunity to show their skills, so they naturally practiced desperately.

As for Liu Yuling, she enjoyed the rare comfort while giving some advice from time to time and controlling the overall situation. In this gloomy underworld, a unique carnival was quietly brewing, which seemed to be about to break the dullness and silence of thousands of years.