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

A fierce general?

This impermanence is slightly shorter than him, and although he can't see the whole picture, his eyes are slightly round in shape.If this is also considered fierce, then the word fierce may have been redefined when he didn't know it.

Song Futan looked at Lan He's upright look, "Do you know that the height of the hat can't be counted as the height?"

Lan He: "..."

"It's been certified by my superior!" Lan He took off his hat angrily and hugged it in his arms, and said with a disheveled hair, "My war donkey can plow down evil spirits, so don't look down on it... By the way, it's in the end Where?"

The quality of the paper donkey he folded was very good, and Lao Bai even ordered it to be sent to Miaogan Mountain.If it weren't for artificial damage, it should last for a long time.

After Song Futan finished speaking, he suspected that he was being too sarcastic, but he seemed to be angry for three seconds after seeing Wuchang. He also quietly moved his eyes away from Lan He's hair, and said nonchalantly, "It? You can continue watching the show."

Lan He turned to look at the stage and put back his hat.

I saw that the "mother-in-law" was bullied so hard by the "daughter-in-law", and justice came from the sky. A character in official robes came out from behind the scenes, followed by a group of small officials, and shouted loudly: "I am the king of the underworld, Yama, The bold and cunning woman still doesn't kneel down!"

The other characters quickly knelt down, and the wicked mother-in-law played by Li Chuan took a peek, and found that the "Yan Luo Wang" still had a piece of paper money hanging from his ear.I was a little speechless when I was scared, this is an old custom, but hanging paper money is a living person pretending to be a ghost, why do you join in the fun by a ghost...

"King Yama" is here to uphold justice.

"The Qin family disrespected their elders and insulted wantonly. Now I am punishing you to turn into a live donkey and ask your mother-in-law to ride on it!"

"Yan Luo Wang" gave an order, and the "daughter-in-law" was surrounded by petty officials and put on "donkey skin", turning into a donkey with weak hind legs.

The wicked will be rewarded with evil, and the audience applauded enthusiastically, "Good! Good!"

It's just that the little lame donkey who appeared out of nowhere looked up, yelled twice, and stood up all at once.

The little official panicked, "Mr. Qin, why are you going!"

The little lame donkey doesn't care whether you are Qin or not, kicked him away with a flick of his hind hoof, and jumped off the stage, revealing Li Chuan who was lying on his stomach behind him.It didn't care about the tricks, it limped and rushed in front of Lan He, and put its head on his palm.

Song Futan explained: "It was borrowed by them earlier."

After he left his soul, he originally wanted to go back with the paper donkey. When he met these lonely ghosts, he wanted to ask them some old things about the capital because of the need for writing, so he agreed to lend them the donkey as a prop, but he was not at ease. It's broken... just follow along.

Lan He raised his hand and touched the donkey's ears twice, but nothing happened, when the group of ghosts who finally realized his existence burst into screams: "The cop is here! Run!!"

Lan He: "..."

It's fine if you don't run, but Lan He subconsciously wants to stop him when he runs.

He saw those ghosts jumping to the side, spread out the fan, and slammed it twice, the ghosts couldn't help being fanned back a few steps, one of them took advantage of the loophole and wanted to run, but Song Futan stretched out his hand to stop it.

The wild ghost didn't take it seriously, it was just a living soul, and even reached out to catch him.

Song Futan didn't dodge or dodge, before the ghost's hand reached out, the rosary under his collar glowed with a faint golden light, stabbing the wild ghost to somersault, and turned over, his figure was blurred for a moment.But Song Futan is still in the same place, the clouds are calm and the wind is light.

Lan He was also taken away, and scolded: "Don't move, just squat down on the spot!"

These are lonely ghosts, how could they have the courage to go upright against the evil, they are not capable enough, otherwise they would not be able to change a single prop, and they would ask Song Futan for a loan, and they would all be squatting obediently. in place.

"Are you all right?" Lan He was asking the two living people, remembering that there were still two unlucky people here.

His tone was very gentle and friendly, but Meng Qing and Li Chuan were trembling.In their eyes, Lan He was no different from other ghosts... After trembling for a long time, he dared to complain, "We want to go back, but we didn't do it voluntarily."

The little ghost playing the role of "Yan Luo Wang" squatted and jumped two steps to this side, scrambling to take the initiative to say: "Master, we know we are wrong, it is just a play addiction, and it is also the first time for me to play the role of His Highness Yama." I, I will report and expose, and I will make meritorious deeds!"

He said, pointing to another wild ghost and said: "He used to like to play "Curse Yan Luo" secretly, and he liked to hum that sentence the most."

Yay bah, I heard that Qin Guanghui, the Fifth Hall of Yan Luo'..."

"Bah, haven't you acted in "Crossing the Judge"?"

The two ghosts cursed at each other, and they fought into a ball.

Lan He stared blankly, but she still wanted to laugh, "Okay, okay, I don't want to pursue these things, but people and ghosts have different ways, you bully the living, and force them to sing in an opera, it's really a bully. Punish you... Give me the fruit!"

To be honest, he went down a mountain and felt that he could eat a little more, but he ate only meat before, so he wanted to have some fruits and vegetables...

All the ghosts looked at each other in blank dismay. Generally, ghost messengers ask for money and incense.

Lan He: "Hurry up and give it to me, I know you have it, it's not long after Qingming!"

Ghosts: "..."

Living people: "..."

A ghost can last up to a year with a full meal. The Qingming Festival a few days ago did catch some food, just like a living person celebrating the New Year, very happy.It is true that there are some dishes left, just like the dishes on New Year's Eve can never be finished.

It's just that I have to hand it over to Wuchang... I'm too reluctant.

Lan He: "Hurry up, hand over the food."

He took the food one by one, this one asked for an orange, the other took two apples, and made a fruit basket.

Lan He was very satisfied with the result of the battle, but as soon as the ghosts were killed, she began to cry, "Why are you crying? Why didn't you think of crying when you were scary?"

The leading ghost wiped his tears and said, "Master, are you really not going to pursue the matter of singing?"

Yin Cha has no reputation, he is afraid that this "come all come" old man will be held accountable for taking the fruit, and finally scrape them to nothing.

"Don't harm others, I don't care what you do if you sing a play." Lan He said, "Don't talk about it, the singing is not bad, I will come next time."

"..." They all lowered their heads, not daring to accept this quarrel, and stammered, "Gong is also up, we're leaving."

Lan He moved her fingers, and they quickly slipped away.

Lan He took a pile of confiscated fruits and asked Li Chuan, Meng Qing and Song Futan, "Do you want to eat?"

Three people: "..."

Especially Meng Qing, she thought that the ghost messenger would be too easy to be a "human"... It made this "human" a little panicked.

Lan He gave an orange alone: ​​"You can go too, go back quickly."

can go back?Li Chuan almost lost his strength and sat on the spot, he thought he couldn't leave.

Both Li Chuan and Meng Qing were trembling. Although they picked up oranges, how could they dare to eat them? They might turn into leaves the next day. Isn't that how they acted in "Liao Zhai"...

Although this ghost messenger helped them, it was still a ghost, and it looked scary.

The two thought that the other person might have lived for hundreds of years, so they gave him an ancient ritual in a drama, and then ran away holding hands without looking back.

These two seem to be born in the 80s at most, and they bowed their knees no matter how they said goodbye.Lan He pondered while eating the orange.

……

Li Chuan and Meng Qing ran wildly through the night clutching oranges, not daring to look back.Fortunately, Li Chuan had a good memory and ran all the way back to Leisure Villa. At night, the gate was closed and only the guard room was lit.

The two rushed over to knock on the door. The doorman saw two men with disheveled hair dressed up as female characters appearing outside with a somewhat terrified expression. He frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

"Hello, we are the actors of the Chuanyuan class who came here to perform today, can we go in if we want to?"

The guard sized it up, the actor looked like an actor, but...

"Everyone in Chuanyuan's class is inside, no one is going out, and the show is over now, don't you say you are late?"

"No, we are really actors." Still starring, but Meng Qing didn't know how to explain, "Well, can you lend us a call, we can ask the cast leader to pick it up."

They were not allowed to bring their mobile phones on stage, and they were taken away when they left the stage.

The guard agreed and dialed the number for them, and the class leader of Chuanyuan's class really came to pick them up.

When the host saw the two of them, he said strangely: "When did you go out and talk about friends secretly? I was looking for you, and I said to have supper together, why did you disappear after the performance? Even if you came back in time, the supper was just made good."

"Hoo... class leader, we..." Li Chuan stopped suddenly just as he said this, thinking of what the class master said just now, he asked, "Just finished supper? Class master, what time is it?"

The head teacher glanced at the phone, "It's a few minutes to ten."

"It's less than ten o'clock?!"

Li Chuan and Meng Qing looked at each other, the end of the show was 09:30, so they lost their way for a long time after the show ended, and after performing the show, they rushed back again, only half an hour passed?

"Hey, where did the orange come from? Give it to me, I'm hungry." The class leader didn't know what they were thinking, these two people were both talented and beautiful, and the class kept teasing them, so he suspected that they were having a tryst and pretended to be stupid.Look at this sweating, hehe.

Meng Qing was in a daze when the head teacher took the orange over. It was a small orange. He broke it and squeezed it, and half of it went into his mouth.

"...Wait!" Meng Qing didn't have time to stop her, and watched helplessly as the class leader swallowed it.

The two looked at the head teacher carefully, "Are you okay?"

"What's the matter? It's okay, um, I just feel that the oranges are not particularly fresh." The head teacher said.

Li Chuan murmured: "Maybe it's because it's from Qingming Festival to now..."

……

Lan He and Song Futan were left in the bustling wasteland just now.

Song Futan saw Lan He stuffing the orange into the mouth under the mask, he was a little curious about this impermanent appearance, but since the other party would rather take such trouble to eat than take off the mask, I'm afraid it will be unspeakable pain.

He looks very lively, could it be that his death is too miserable...

Song Futan looked at him inquisitively, "Why don't you pursue those wild ghosts "Curse Yama"?"

Lan He glanced at him, and said quietly: "I am under King Taishan, so I have nothing to do with King Yama's affairs."

Song Futan: "..."

"Just kidding, I don't think it's necessary. I know that drama, the content is actually about someone scolding the King of Yama in order to avenge his loyal ministers, and the King of Yama returned the Yang. It's nothing." Lan He said.

Song Futan thought about it for a while, and felt that this joke was indeed quite humorous.

And everyone said that the little devil was difficult to deal with, but he was quite reasonable.

"You're right." Song Futan asked, "How long have you been dead?"

what?

Lan He was taken aback for a moment, and smiled and said, "Then how long do you think I've been dead?"

Song Futan thought of the ancient ceremony performed by those two people just now, and Wuchang had no objection, so at least...

"Has it been 200 years?"

Lan He: "Almost."

He secretly blushed and told another lie. This is really a trick.

The little lame donkey brayed loudly, and touched Song Futan's waist.

Song Futan tugged at its ears in disgust.

"It's reminding us that it's getting late, and it's time to return to your soul!" Lan He said, "Let's go, I'll give you a ride... Don't look at me like that, I won't slap you anymore."

Both return to the city, the road should be the same.

Song Futan didn't ride a paper donkey this time, and he only rode for the first time. This time, he walked with Lan He in the night, holding the limping little donkey in his hand.

It's a predestined relationship, Lan He thought, and asked, "Before... your rosary seems to be very powerful, and those ghosts can't touch you."

The back fish stringed in it looks even more golden. The back fish in the rosary gathers yang energy for use. The so-called back is yang and the chest is yin, so it hangs on the back.

When Song Futan blocked the wild ghost, the other party couldn't get close to him.

"It was left by an eminent monk." Song Futan twirled the rosary, "I often leave my soul, and with it, I can protect my soul and keep it from being invaded by evil spirits."

"Do you often leave your soul? It's a bit miserable." Lan He thought that it was no wonder that he saw him again so soon, "But luckily, you have an expert to help you. My colleague told me that the capital is the place where the most scammers are concentrated and the most expert people. "

Song Futan seldom had the opportunity to talk about this with others, and it was difficult to even write about it. He mocked: "There are also many wronged souls. The world is already full of people and ghosts. According to liars, if you have insomnia and dreams, how can I also started with a hundred years of grievances, ghosts seem to be not enough..."

Lan He couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha!"

Although he couldn't see the lower half of his face, his eyes were bent, filled with starlight and a smile.

Song Futan also twitched the corner of his mouth, softening his arrogant breath and indifferent and handsome facial features.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, thinking about something, and there was a moment of silence.

Names are important symbols in the world of ghosts and gods.

It has a special meaning more than the living world, and all creatures treat it more cautiously.

Lan He wanted to ask the other party's name, but he was worried that he was impermanent now, and no one would be willing to tell the ghost messenger his name. Ordinary people are afraid of being called by ghosts and dying.

So he thought for a long time, and just said: "The oranges I grabbed are a bit stale..."

Song Futan wanted to know the name of Wuchang, but ghosts and gods would not easily communicate with people by their real names.In some religions, the way of writing the real names of ghosts and gods is even a secret.

So he hesitated for a moment, but agreed: "A little bit, but it's still sweet."

……

Song family.

Song Futan's body lay flat on the bed, motionless.

Song's mother rubbed the center of her eyebrows, "What should I do? Why does the frequency of Futan's departure from the soul become higher? Nothing will happen. Look, why is this..."

Song Qiyun comforted his wife: "Don't worry, let's call Master Fudo."

It was already late at night, and the bell rang for a while before it was connected, but the mage did not move, "Mr. Song, I am Sikong, and the master has already rested. He said that if you call tonight, let me know." You, Futan will be fine."

"...Sorry for the interruption." Song Qiyun and his wife thought that as expected of Mage Fudo, they knew that they would call, which also made them feel at ease, "But, Master Sikong, can you tell us why? This is the second time he has left his soul this week."

Sikong's voice was warm and calm on the phone: "It's just that the capital is not peaceful recently, but Master said that Futan is a red lotus with a sick body. With Master's Buddhist beads protecting his body, the evil spirits lured him away from his soul, but they couldn't hurt him. You just need to..."

Sikong was talking, but Song's mother hurriedly interrupted: "Wait, Master Sikong."

She carefully looked at her son's face, confirmed it again, and said in shock: "Fu Tan hasn't come back to his soul yet, but he was smiling just now. What does this mean? It's never happened before."

If you think about it with your brain, you know that when the soul is out of the body, all you see are ghosts and ghosts, how can you laugh.

And it wasn't a weird smile, it wasn't a sad smile, it was a happy smile that was rarely shown at ordinary times.

There was also silence on the other end of the phone, and the peace of Sikong was shattered, and he said in a confused tone: "Master never said... Maybe he met some interesting ghosts this time?"