After Getting A Job in the Nether World, I Became Famous

select?Still choose a hair, the seesaw you choose is completely out of balance!

Still looking for a substitute, who is a civil servant in the underworld, will he need to arrest someone to be a substitute?

The gloomy atmosphere created by the driver was broken by his own demented expression. Zhou Huiqin was stunned for two seconds before he realized it, and with tears in his eyes, he went to Lan He's side and said in a messy manner: "Grand... Tong, comrade, help !"

"%￥#@&*!" The driver opened his mouth and didn't know what to scold. He had never seen so many meddlers. He turned around and jumped out of the window.

Ke Lanhe's movements were even faster. With a flick of the chain, he accurately caught his ankle. As soon as he pulled it, the guy slid back and lay down on the ground. Lan He stepped on the hunchback on his back. , and tied an impermanent knot, "You still want to run?"

"Ah! Ah!! Back!" The driver howled miserably.

"Get up." Lan He pulled the chain.

"Hiss... Huh..." The driver got up in disgrace, because he was a hunchback, he was even shorter. He looked up at the hat on Lan He's head, squeezed out a flattering smile, and asked Zhou Huiqin next to him to be very impressed with the situation in the underworld. Surprised, the change of face is really quick, "Come on, master, I have heard the name of the master for a long time, I really didn't mean it, I didn't know it was you... Come on, master, you are merciful!"

"You know me?" Lan He said with a smile, it seems that the news from the underworld is spreading fast and it is true, "Where did you steal it?"

Some of this set of paper bundles were custom-made at first glance. Based on the quality and quantity, he calculated that it would cost several thousand yuan, which is not a small amount for others, and most of the funeral supplies are urgently needed.

Lan He was with her grandfather when she was a child, and she had seen them a lot. When everyone came to order these things, they were already in a sad mood. If they lost them, they would feel even more uncomfortable.For craftsmen, it is not easy to make some money.

He judged others by himself, and felt that the owner must be impatient, so Lan He asked about the specific situation of the stolen items at the beginning.

The hunchback scratched his head, as if he was really recalling carefully, but unfortunately there was no result, he said nervously: "Forgot, forgot, I didn't read carefully, I only remembered one word."

"What word?"

The hunchback ghost: "What's the name of the cloud? It's still some kind of cloud. It's in the East District."

Lan He: "... What's the difference between what you said and what you didn't say?"

Zhou Huiqin blurted out: "How to say?"

After she finished speaking, she wondered if she had forgotten her feelings too much. It was a ghost after all.

But Zheng Zhengyin did not dislike her, and just explained casually: "The funeral industry, especially the old shops, like to add a word cloud to the name of the shop, just like when you look at a Chinese medicine shop, you like to call it what you like."

Zhou Huiqin: "..." It's really useless to just memorize a word.

Lan He pressed him again if he could remember the more specific location. The driver thought about it and said that it was in the East District, which seemed to be Qinglong Street.

"Qinglong Street?" Lan He recalled, "It sounds familiar."

The capital is too big, and he is an outsider, so he couldn't remember why it sounded familiar.

On the contrary, Zhou Huiqin said weakly: "I know, I went there for business, and Qinglong Street is also called the Street of the Dead..."

Lan He: "..."

He remembered!I thought this guy just remembered that the store with the word "cloud" would be enough to deceive the father. It turns out that the most deceived thing is that the store is still located on Qinglong Street, the famous street of the dead in the capital.

Qinglong Street is at least one kilometer long, and it is full of funeral businesses. How many shops can you guess with the word "cloud" in it?

And the signboards here are all custom-made, which can make ghosts dizzy.

Lan He laughed angrily, pointing at the driver: "You, you..."

The driver admitted his mistake: "Yes, yes, carelessness, otherwise I wouldn't have died young, I really don't change my mind!!"

Lan He: "..."

Let the hunchback finish all the words, and even choked him.

But things have to be returned to others, Lan He said: "You go back and look for me along the street now... Hey, first drive to a place with convenient transportation and put the little girl down!"

The driver agreed, and honestly drove back to the side road, returned to Yangjian Road from the intersection, and stopped.

"Get out of the car." Lan He said to Zhou Huiqin.

Zhou Huiqin was still a little timid. Seeing this, Lan He helped her up. The little girl's legs were still weak when she went down the stairs, and she almost fell down.

Although Wuchang's hands are still cold and his breath is still gloomy, Zhou Huiqin is no longer afraid of him, not only because of the relationship just now, but also because he is so emotional that he can't cry even if he wants to.

After getting out of the car, Zhou Huiqin looked back at the car of "people" who lowered their heads, and imitated the hunchback ghost's appellation uncomfortably: "Master? Will I meet his car again in the future? I have to take 414 every day." the way..."

She was very afraid that if she was not careful, if she got in this car, it would be impossible for someone to rescue her every time.

"No way." I saw that Wuchang gave her a strange look, "After burning, this car will never appear again."

Oh, to be burned...

Zhou Huiqin was in a daze, and it took several seconds to understand this sentence, and said tremblingly: "This is also a paper tie?!"

Lan He nodded. There are quite a few luxury cars burned, but nothing burned buses. They must be custom-made.

It is estimated that it has a special meaning, such as the occupation before death, burning a car as a souvenir, or personal hobbies, regrets during life, and so on.Like erecting a tomb for relatives who can't come back, many people will also order planes, hoping that the souls of relatives can come back by plane.

But the number of the bus should be written as 000, and this bus, in Lan He's eyes, is indeed a 000 bus.The girl saw it as the 414 road, probably lost her eyes.

Lan He originally wanted to leave, but Zhou Huiqin fell on the car before and broke his leg, which looked terrible.

Lan He squatted down, used Hu 79's nails again, stretched out her claws, carefully put the nails in the pads, and rubbed Zhou Huiqin's knees a few times.

Zhou Huiqin felt that her legs had been rubbed by some furry warm object. Before she could see what it was, Wuchang stood up, her legs did not bleed, and there was no pain at all.

After being brushed by the furry things, even the bottom of my heart warmed up, and the surrounding darkness was not so scary.

There is true love in the underworld, and there is great love in the underworld.

Zhou Huiqin was moved, and said to the errand, "My name is Zhou..."

"Wait." The ghost said seriously, "Don't tell me, and don't tell anyone your name in the future, even if it's also a ghost."

Zhou Huiqin said: "Then can you tell me your name? I just want to thank you, such as burning paper for you, no, should I burn the letter of thanks to the underworld..."

Lan He couldn't help laughing: "No need, it's easy. Go back quickly, head in that direction, don't look back."

He pushed Zhou Huiqin's back, Zhou Huiqin staggered a few steps, wanted to look back at him, but remembered that he said not to look back, so he clenched his hands tightly and strode forward, "Okay...thank you!"

She walked through this intersection all the way, and saw the familiar bus stop.At this moment, a 414 road also happened to stop at the platform. The driver had a familiar face, and a few office workers who had returned late in the car were complaining about the boss.

came back……

Zhou Huiqin got into the car, scanned the QR code, and sat down. Only then did her legs feel sore. The street lights outside the car window were bright. In an instant, everything seemed a lifetime away. Only the wound on her knee that was no longer bleeding reminded her that the hat said "Come on!" They're all coming" has really existed.

……

Wang Lili was dreaming again, and it was the familiar feeling again, the familiar errand, this time the other party was also carrying a hunchback with a big bag on his neck, and said to him: "Officer Wang, I'm here to trouble you again."

"It's all right! Tell me what's going on!" In fact, Wang Lili was quite happy. He had finished the case last time and was still wondering if there would be a second time.

According to the practice in online novels, he should become a partner with Wuchang, shuttling between yin and yang, handling small cases to major cases, interrogating people during the day and ghosts at night, and becoming New China's contemporary Baogong... Sorry, he wrote all the copywriting Well, I even drew illustrations when the meeting was boring.

Wang Lili looked at the hunchback ghost, and even thought about it, "Is there some injustice against him?"

So you came to me to solve the case?Although I am not a criminal police officer, as long as there is a need, I can be!

"No." Lan He said, "It's like this, this guy stole a large number of paper bundles and I caught him, but he no longer remembers the name of the paper bundle shop. He just searched for a long time in the funeral street. I didn't recognize it, so I remembered to bring the word 'cloud'. The total value of the paper bundle is also several thousand yuan more-I said Yangjian currency. So, can you do me a favor, find the owner and return it."

Wang Lili was disappointed at first, and then thought that it would be a big case, and immediately nodded vigorously, familiar with the way: "Okay, I will leave this matter to me! I will visit the funeral street tomorrow!"

"By the way." Lan He said shyly, "Can I borrow some more paper?"

The last time he begged, he had already used up all of it, and thought it was very useful, so he couldn't help but speak again.After all, the capital city is indeed getting more and more chaotic now, even if he doesn't often experience impermanence, for a period of time, he may really need these for emergencies.

Wang Lili didn't think much, and immediately said: "It's okay! Just take it!"

We are good partners, he added coyly in his heart.

"Well, we left the paper bundle outside the police station, please find the owner for you." Lan He said goodbye, and went to tear up the notebook before leaving.

Wang Lili's notebook was torn up by him last time, and it was replaced with a new one here, and he hasn't written many pages yet.When Lan He flipped through the pages, she inadvertently saw that there were a few Q-version villains drawn on the side of the text of the meeting minutes.

There are people in police uniforms, there are people in police uniforms, and there are Yuanyuan ghosts... Is this recording your own dreams?The cops are pretty good at drawing.

Lan He didn't think too much about it, she tore off the paper, thought about it after tearing it off, and opened the drawer again...

The next day, Wang Lili woke up from a dream, and immediately got up and rushed to the window. The dormitory was opposite the police station. As expected, there were a lot of paper bundles at the door, and the guards were pointing them out strangely. I think it was very strange.

He wished he could rush down immediately and say don't use me to handle this case, so he quickly washed up and looked through the notebook on the table, and it was no surprise that it was empty.Open the drawer again, and the notebook inside is only the shell.

Wang Lili: "..."

Forget it, Wang Lili ran out and went to the office to get a new notebook. The eldest sister in the office said speechlessly: "Xiao Wang, is it all used up? What have you written? It's not so fast to paste it on the wall." Bar!"

Wang Lili: "...what do you know! It's very useful!"

After seeing Police Officer Wang, Lan He basically wasted the whole night, twisted Wang Lili's paper into ropes, and tied the hunchback outside the police station, making an impermanent knot: "Detention! Repent here, cleanse your sinful heart, you know?"

"Ah?" The hunchback ghost tremblingly said, "Then when did you come and let me go?"

Lan He: "Hmph, when you behave well, I'll let you go."

Because of this, the matter was delayed for one night, and on the second night, Lan He was able to continue to go to Juehui Temple, thinking that nothing more would happen, he really didn't come out to patrol!

From a distance, Lan He saw many lonely ghosts running in one direction. He put away his uniform on the road just now, so it must not be because he saw him running. Could it be that Juehui Temple did it again? Is there a Fa conference?

In temples and Taoist temples, especially the ones that are effective, there are always a lot of lonely ghosts wandering outside, hoping to get some supernatural powers, or get some food.

Lan He thought about it, and drifted into Juehui Temple.When I arrived at the courtyard last time, I didn't see Xiao Song's shadow. The temple is so big, it might be somewhere else, so he turned around again.

When I floated up the courtyard wall and wanted to cross a courtyard, I just felt chills in my heart. When I looked down, it turned out that a group of monks were giving lectures. The old monk among them looked up and saw that it was Master Fudo.

"..." Lan He got shorter inch by inch.

"Abbot, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing." If you look carefully, you will find that a smile flashed in the old monk's eyes, and he looked away.

Lan He was not familiar with the temple, so after searching for a long time, he found Song Futan outside the small gate of the temple. He was blocked by a female ghost, standing with arms folded expressionlessly.

The female ghost performed with all her might, sometimes sticking her tongue out to the back of her feet, and sometimes her hair grew so long that it could go around the Juehui Temple... It was as if he couldn't see it.

The female ghost's cultivation level was not good enough, and she couldn't get Song Futan's soul out, so she tried to intimidate him, created a lot of horrible phantoms, and used all the horror movies she had seen before her death. The other party still turned a blind eye.

She gritted her teeth in hatred, and lifted her coat again, revealing a little shoulder. Before she could speak, the other party finally reacted: frowning, with a look of disgust on her face.

The female ghost rolled her eyes crazily, wanting to scratch Song Futan directly, but fearing the Buddha's light, she held back her anger and took out a bunch of money: "Then what do you like?"

Because he was so angry, a large part of his tongue flowed out involuntarily.

"Hey, hey, what is this for?" Lan He stepped forward, and took her clothes back, "Are you asking for a lot of money?"

Female ghost: "..."

he came.

In an instant, the ice melted and the snow melted. When Song Futan saw Lan He, his expression changed, and he felt that the stars seemed to be much brighter.

The female ghost looked at him resentfully, and found that the ghost hadn't spoken yet, his eyes softened a lot, and he didn't show his face, "Why, he's better at deception?"

Lan He stepped forward and poked the banknotes in the female ghost's hand, and they became empty, "Dongyue Yinsi warmly reminds that usually such small advertisements are deceiving."

Because he was not wearing a uniform, the female ghost was still staring at him, as if hesitating about his origin.Lan He exposed the chain on her wrist a little, and the female ghost didn't hesitate anymore, and ran away with her tongue out.

"To you, this should be a small scene, right?" Lan He looked at Song Futan and said.

"It's not the worst situation anyway." Song Futan smiled, "Are you hungry?"

Lan He rubbed his stomach and said reservedly: "Actually, I'm not particularly hungry, but if I want to eat a little more now, I can still eat it."

"There's a lotus root sandwich, I'll take you to eat it." Song Futan said.After Xiao Lai came to Juehui Temple that night, he would leave a dish for Xiao Lai every night, and if Xiao Lai didn't come, he would eat it himself.

Lan He didn't know this, he just thought it was the same as last time, it was some kind of cousin's supper, he was quite happy, "Okay!"

Because it is a temple dish, there is no meat in this lotus root folder, but some pumpkin is added, and it is fried in batter until it is crispy and delicious.

Speaking of which, temple cuisine is also a major school of Chinese cuisine. Luohanzhai and Dinghu Shangsu are famous dishes in temple cuisine. Wensi Tofu was originally made by Monk Wensi.

Song Futan casually chatted a few words about the history of vegetarian food in Juehui Temple. Because it is located in the capital city and was once a temple for royal sacrifices, the vegetarian dishes here are not only for monks, but also for royal family or pilgrims who donate a lot of money. Up to now, There are tourists from all over the world who are interested in eating, and the craftsmanship that has been accumulated over the years.

Lan He gnawed on the lotus root folder, and suddenly asked Song Futan: "Then do you know where their souls are?"

Song Futan was stunned for a moment, before turning the corner, "... Shurangama or salt?"

"? You're so funny, not at all," Lan He inhaled the storm, and then said, "Here, suck it up."

Song Futan: "..."

...This is too cute.

Lan He laughed. He was speechless when he saw Xiao Song. He was very tired in the crew, and he was a little afraid of ghosts, but he didn't deserve to be afraid. It was very relaxing to joke with Xiao Song.

He continued to eat, and after eating the lotus root clips, he ate the fruit, and said while gnawing: "I heard that the top incense in many temples is very valuable."

The so-called not talking when eating and sleeping is a good habit spread in China, but of the two of them, one can talk without hindrance while eating, and the other can talk as usual when he is away from his soul, which is completely contrary to the habit.

Song Futan said: "Well, someone once wanted to do business with Master Fudo, and assisted him in auctioning first incense sticks for the first day of the Chinese New Year with a reserve price of 500 million, but Master Fudo refused."

"Great character!" Lan He boasted, "Although Juehui Temple is definitely not short of money, but Master Fudo can not be moved, he really lives up to his name!"

Song Futan had a smile on his face, he was a hunk but he was unmoved, Master Fudo had been praised many times.

Lan He had almost finished eating, and suddenly remembered something, and asked in confusion, "Why haven't you heard the sound of chanting at the Fa conference?"

Song Futan: "There is no Fa conference today."

"Ah, no way," Lan He ate another kumquat, "When I came here, I saw a lot of lonely ghosts rushing here. If it wasn't for the Transcendence Ceremony, would it be a fair?"

Song Futan thought for a while: "Maybe it's because of going to the theater—it's the fans we met before. They seem to be performing ghost shows nearby, including "The Male Hanging". They said they will perform all 72 forms of hanging themselves."

Those old ghosts who love to sing are wandering around, amateur theater troupe, they have met Song Futan before.It is normal for them to find a place with many ghosts if they want to perform.

Lan He was shocked, and slowly raised her head: "Are there 72 other kinds of hanging?? Performing this...why!"

"No, this is a juggling in Mulian opera." Song Futan was surprised that Xiao Lai didn't know. In the past, he said that acting in Mulian opera would attract ghosts. After thinking about it, maybe Dongyue Yinsi is not interested in this, after all, Mulian It’s a monk, “Mulian opera is very rich in content, mainly about Mulian monk saving his mother, and there are also many short plays of folk stories in it. There can be hundreds of ghost plays in the whole play.”

The Sichuan opera troupe they met before wanted to hold a stage-sweeping ceremony for the Lingguan, because they were afraid that they would provoke ghosts by performing such a ghost show, and ghosts like to be lively.

As for the section of "Men's Hanging", it is said that it shows various forms of hanging, but it is actually a martial arts performance, juggling in the air, using two cloth strips to hang the body in the air to make various movements.It is said that there were 72 hangings in the past, but until now, it has gradually been lost, and the most powerful actors can only perform ten or twenty kinds of performances.

But these are dead ghosts, maybe some of them died early and passed on. Over the years, how many theater troupes have lived in the capital.

"It's because I'm ignorant. I thought that the hanged ghosts would take turns to show how they died... that would be too heartbreaking." Lan He said with great interest: "Then go and see, they are also juggling in the air, It will go up soon... Wait, do you want to go? There are so many ghosts, will you be bothered?"

Song Futan: "No."

If you are bored, even if you sit in the temple and look at Fengyue, it is just as annoying.But if you are with interesting ghosts, watching Mulian play is also very interesting.

They left the Juehui Temple and walked a few hundred meters to the west. They saw a simple stage set up under a big banyan tree. It was the same set that they had seen in the suburbs before.

This show on the stage is already the end, two cloth strips are hanging, the actors use the cloth strips to fly, it really is aerial acrobatics, the movements are quite rich, such as a boy worshiping the moon, a spider releasing silk.Although ghosts are different from human forms, it takes some skill to make such a variety of poses.

Lan He stood at the end and applauded along with all the ghosts.

After the big play was finished, it was changed again, and a few ghost actors came up. Since it was a Mulian play, it was naturally a ghost play, and there was Wuchang wearing a paper hat, but the paper hat could not be written, and it could not be turned into a harmonious It's the same as the real uniform.

If it was a Sichuan opera, Lan He could still understand a little bit, but now some people on stage don't know which version of Mulian opera they are performing - there are many kinds of operas like this, anyway, he doesn't understand the accent at all.The singing is quite powerful, the acting is very passionate, the movement range is quite large, and there are guns, it is enough to watch the excitement.

The image of the impermanent painted face was very tall and mighty, with big arms and round waist, very imposing. He pointed to another clown in green clothes, and sang a long series of lines in a very high tone, with a thick and sonorous voice, full of emotion, filled with righteous indignation.

Even though Lan He couldn't understand the lines, she could tell that she had good singing skills. In the end, she kicked the clown hard and beautifully. The clown turned back a few somersaults before standing still, and clenched the long fork in his hand.

There was applause from the audience, and Lan He clapped her hands too, and exchanged a glance with Song Futan, "It's amazing, the voice is so high that we can hear it clearly from such a distance! It's still a classic handed down by our ancestors!" Lan He admired Said, "What is this fold called?"

Song Futan clapped his hands a few times, but he didn't know what it was called. There were hundreds of short plays in Mulian Opera, and he hadn't seen them all.

They were standing at the end, but the ghost in front heard it. When they turned around, they didn't realize that Song Futan was alive for a while, probably because they were still immersed in joy, and warmly introduced to Lan He: "This is the new row." That's right, today's big axis play is called "Lai Wu Chang You Du Scolds Ghost Officials"!"

Lan He: "???"

The news of the underworld is spreading fast, and the release of literary works is also fast. How can you play me?

Lan He didn't think about it carefully, but felt a slight pain in her heart:

I am still a little transparent on the 38th line, and I have never played a leading role since my debut. When I adapt my play, "I" is the leading role...

The author has something to say: Lan He: She shed misty tears