panguan.

The so-called place to get the number turned out to be a small window. As soon as I approached it, there was a ghastly and strange laughter: "Jie Jie, who is it? Tell me your name." The voice sounded very neutral, and it was impossible to distinguish between men and women.

I went back again to confirm that the sign here really said "take the number" before obediently saying the name.

"Oh, that's how it is, that's how it is..." The man muttered, "Take it, take it." A slender ghost hand held a card out of the window.

I took the reincarnation number tremblingly, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

That twisted braid is actually high and powerful. Could it be that the leader who sneaked into the soul brigade is the leader who went down to observe the people's sentiments?But he has a lot of adults, and he didn't bother with me, a little ghost, about pulling braids, and he was very grateful.

Thinking of this, I picked up the card and looked at it.

This is a high-end black LCD card with two lines of flashing text on it.I saw the number 999869962719572885691 in the first row, and October 12020, 10 in the second row.

If I remember correctly, this year is 2020.

I rubbed my eyes.

The numbers above have not changed.

Damn, why on earth did I just have to think about being grateful for braids?That damned landlord class, vindictive cheapskate!

He actually sentenced me to be reincarnated after 1 years! ! !

At this time, the phone vibrates, and an APP reminder pops up: Your personal information has been updated synchronously.

After looking at the so-called synchronously updated personal information, I just feel like adding fuel to the fire - there are still 3650000 days left before your reincarnation.

I think I can probably give up reincarnation.

I left the Temple of Heaven dejectedly, and I stepped into the kingdom of the dead heartbroken.This is a brand-new and familiar world, because most of the undead cannot be reincarnated and reincarnated here immediately, gradually forming a civilization exclusive to hell.

Outside the underworld, there is a ten-mile long street lined with high-rise buildings, female ghosts with disheveled hair on giant billboards posing, black and white hearses speeding around, and ghosts with briefcases in their hands are busy running around.

I was stunned and pinched myself, feeling like a countryman entering the city.

I was hesitating what to do next when a familiar voice stopped me.

"Jie Jie, Mr. Chen Jiangyang, wait a moment!" Isn't this the voice of the ghost who took the number?

I turned around and saw a short man about one meter running towards me, waving vigorously.This man was also wearing a uniform, with a weird horse face mask on his face, and I noticed that his job card said horse face.

Horse noodles?I think it's a colt.

Seeing my strange expression, he laughed strangely again: "Mr. Chen, my surname is Ma Mingmian."

So your partner's last name is Niu Mingtou?I am embarrassed to ask the exit.

"Is Mr. Chen worrying about the next step? I can be your guide."

"Aren't you in charge of issuing reincarnation numbers?"

"At this time and at that time, I am now responsible for solving your problems." He had a flattering expression.

Because I accidentally offended a big shot before, I dare not act rashly.Scanning him several times with his eyes from head to toe, he hesitated and asked, "Should I find a place to live first?"

Whether it is a human or a ghost, the most important thing is to solve the basic necessities of life.

"Yes, yes." Ma Mian nodded again and again: "We have prepared a residence for Mr. Chen."

I was full of suspicion: "Is there such a good thing?"

He smiled and said, "Of course it's not a free supply." He pointed to the busy ghosts behind me: "You have to work like them to pay off the loan."

I'm stressed out.

"If there are relatives and friends in the world who burn paper money for you, it can also be transferred to your underworld property." He added.

Hearing this, I can't help feeling sad.

I have no relatives, but I have a bunch of friends.

Yes, I am an orphan.Both of my parents passed away when I was young, and I have been living among relatives since I was a child.Seeing that he was admitted to university and was about to enter the society, he had a tragic car accident.

Maybe I should have more confidence in my friends, I don't know if they can remember this incident.

Ma Mian seemed to see through my thoughts, and continued: "In addition to the residence, I will naturally introduce good jobs to Mr.

I suddenly cheered up and felt that there was hope in my life: "Really?"

"Seriously." He nodded again and again: "Please come with me, let's go and see your future new home, sir."

I thought that the low-rent housing issued by the government would be relatively remote, but I didn't expect Ma Mian to turn a corner and take me directly back to the underworld.To be more specific, it should be considered the backyard of the underworld, where there is a single-family mansion with a ghostly appearance and a row of red lanterns hanging at the gate, which reminds me of the other shore flowers on Huangquan Road.

Ma Mian stepped forward to open the door for me. The interior structure of the mansion was relatively simple, with a hall in the middle, corridors and wing rooms at both ends, which looked a bit like a courtyard.

"Is Mr. Chen still satisfied?" Ma Mian asked me.

More than satisfied, to be honest, I was flattered.

"Cough, let's make it." I pretended to be calm and changed the subject: "By the way, why didn't you see other residents?"

I don't think I have the mansion to myself.

Ma Mian smiled and said: "Jie Jie Jie, don't worry, you will see it later."

I thought to myself that such a house must be expensive, so I hurriedly consulted Ma Mian about work.He seemed to think that I was worrying too much, so he told me to stay calm and wait until today to find out.

I don't quite understand what he's trying to confuse, but he's a ghost after all, and he's a civil servant, so I don't want to talk too much.He asked me to read the "Daily Prison News" when I had nothing to do. It covered all the big and small things in the underworld, which was of great help to a newcomer like me.

Saying goodbye to Brother Pony, I stood in the hall and looked around.

There is basically no furniture, only a square table near the wall at the back, two old-fashioned wooden stools beside the table, and a plaque on the wall that reads "Integrity and Integrity".

I had an ominous premonition in my heart. No matter how it looked, this place looked like a private residence of an official.

The facts immediately confirmed my thoughts.

A man walked out of the master bedroom in the hall, and I think I could recognize him in ashes.

Twisted braid, I have nothing to worry about with you.

He glanced at me indifferently, sat down on the bench and made himself tea.

I need to sort out the current situation.

I offended Twist Braid + Ma Mian is a subordinate of Twist Braid + Ma Mian invited me to live in Twist Braid’s home = Twist Braid’s public revenge

As an honest and honest civil servant, how could he treat an innocent and poor commoner like this? !

"Brother... Uh no, my lord judge, is there a little misunderstanding between us?"

"Tomorrow I will go to work at nine o'clock, come to the main hall to report." He said suddenly.

work?report?

"Wait a minute, my lord, why should I go to work at your place?"

"Do you have a job?"

"No."

"Ah."

Hey, what does "um" mean!

Seeing that he didn't seem ready to explain further, I rushed up to snatch his teacup and successfully attracted his attention.

"I offended you before!" I stood at attention with a correct attitude, "I'm sorry! Please forgive me!"

He still had the same indifferent expression, but there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes: "What's the matter?"

"That's it... I didn't pull your braid..."

"Oh..." He cherished words like gold: "Then?"

Then?what then?

Seeing my blank face, he went on to say, "How are you going to compensate me?"

Knowing that I was penniless, I tried hard to figure out the truth in his words, and suddenly realized.It turned out that the lord had a good intention, paved the way for me to escape, worked under him, and let me work hard to pay off the debt.

And if you help the judge, you should be considered half a civil servant?Wouldn't I be able to have an official position?

I find braids more pleasing to the eye.

Eye-catching, broad-minded, perfect, perfect.

But the next day, I dismissed this stupid idea in grief and anger.