panguan.

Ma Huazhui's surname is Song, and his subordinates all call him Mr. Song.To show my loyalty, I officially changed my name in my heart.

At this moment, I am standing next to Mr. Song, and I am interrogating a dead soul.

That man had a deer head and mouse eyes, and he did many evils during his lifetime, seeking wealth and murder.He was brought to justice in the world and sentenced to death.However, the death penalty is not the final punishment, and there are more sins in hell for which he needs to pay in full.

Master Song took out his small notebook again, and wrote and drew on it with a brush.

It must be the legendary book of life and death.

Master Song, who is far-sighted and far-sighted, personally judged me to be reincarnated in 1 years on his penis.

The life sentence in Yangjian can be reduced or exempted. I don't know if my 1 years can be shortened.

As if noticing that I was stretching my neck to peep at him, Master Song closed the small book and waved me to come forward.

It has to be said that the work of the officials of the underworld really has a long way to go.The endless stream of dead souls and the never-ending long queue mean lifeless assembly line work.

I studied ink for Mr. Song for a while, served tea and poured water for Mr. Song for a while, and finally ushered in a moment of rest.

The ghost messengers swarmed out like wolves, tigers and leopards, and I knew it was time for dinner.

It might be a bit strange to talk about meals, ghosts don't need to eat, what needs to be supplemented is spiritual power.The so-called spiritual power is an important energy to support the undead. Once the spiritual power is insufficient, the undead may be completely lost.

There are many ways to replenish spiritual power, eating people, ghosts and grass.

Maybe my explanation is a bit rough and simple. In fact, all things are living beings, and the root of spirit begins with birth. That is to say, as a living body, it naturally has spiritual power. ——from Daily Prison News

That's why ghosts are said to harm people. In order to prevent this situation from getting worse, officials of the local government restricted the actions of ghosts, that is, low-rent housing and part-time jobs.

Of course, there are also heretics who wander outside all the year round, living by sucking the spiritual energy of the living or the same kind. Such ghosts are the first targets of the bull head and horse face.

The dead souls and ghost messengers in the underworld eat mostly the spiritual power of flowers, plants and trees.

The cafeteria was very crowded. After receiving my lunch, I found that there were no seats at all.

Just when I was embarrassed, several ghost servants who looked like government servants waved their hands and invited me to sit at the same table.

"What's the new guy's name?"

As soon as I sat down, one of them came to my side and hooked my shoulders boldly.

It's a good thing for colleagues to get along well, I didn't care, and introduced myself to them in general.

"I'm not used to it just now." The senior is very considerate, "If you have any doubts, you can ask me."

"Thanks," I sincerely asked, "Can I ask how to eat this stuff?"

My eyes fell on the ball of light in front of me—the spiritual power I received just now.

"Don't you have a spoon?"

"Take it." I held up the spoon in my right hand.

"Ever had ice cream?" he said again.

No way, the eating method of spiritual power is so low.

I dug a spoonful with a spoon and put it in my mouth. It was cold, just like ice cream.

"Thank you for your guidance." I thanked the senior beside me.

"Small things." He smiled and asked casually, "By the way, you and Mr. Song seem to have a good relationship."

It was clearly due to the narrowness of Yuanjia Road, so I categorically denied it: "Absolutely not!"

"Then how did you become Mr. Song's secretary?"

"No, I'm just a handyman."

"How do you know each other?"

Are ghosts so gossip now?

I honestly said: "I offended the lord, he punished me to work part-time, it's as simple as that."

Several ghost messengers looked at each other and exchanged eye contact. They were obviously convinced by my explanation, and they all nodded in agreement.

After the meal, formal lunch break.

I am going to visit the legendary underworld to get familiar with the working environment in the future.

Walking on the promenade, the ghost messengers around me always look at me intentionally or unintentionally, and whisper in the dark.

I couldn't help but wonder, I thought I was not ugly, and for the sake of image, I also cleaned up the blood on my face.Why do they look like giant pandas watching the zoo? Is it strange to me?

I turned into the back garden, which was overrun with weird plants.

Going deep, you can see a pool of black water in the center, and a pavilion on the surface of the water. In the pavilion, there is a bronze mirror with hundreds of ghosts around it.

I was about to take a closer look when someone stopped me.

"Idlers should not come near."

It was Mr. Song, who walked slowly from another path.

"My lord, what is that?" I asked without understanding.

He didn't speak again.

How could I give up so easily, and asked again: "Could it be some treasure of the town?"

"..."

"My lord, you don't want to tell me yourself, can you tell me where I can read the science popularization, is it on the daily prison newspaper?"

"Can you plow the land?" Master Song stared at me with his dull eyes.

"Huh?" I thought I had heard wrong.

"I order you to go to Iron Tree Hell to plow the land tomorrow." His calm tone didn't look like he was joking.

"Iron Tree Hell...?"

"Ma Nian will take you there tomorrow morning."

what the f**k?

"My lord, did I do something wrong?" I was dumbfounded.

He said coldly, "I don't like you getting too close to others."

Who am I close to?I am so close to you, Mr. Song, as neighbors!I shouted in my heart.

"But..." I still wanted to argue for myself, but Mr. Song, who was arbitrary and arbitrary, flew away, leaving me alone in my place.

In society, I, Brother Song, don't talk harshly.

Sure enough, it would be better to call him with braids in the future, f***ing Mr. Song.

I swung my hoe and cursed the braids.The horse face next to me sat on a small bench and popularized the knowledge of the underworld with me.

"This is the third level of Iron Tree Hell, Jie Jie, you know, there are eighteen levels of hell in the underworld, and each level holds criminals who have committed the most crimes."

"Although the current population is overpopulated, our underworld is actually vast and sparsely populated. But most of the land is not suitable for ordinary dead souls to live in. The higher-ups propose a policy of reclaiming wasteland and want to use it."

"Currently, new houses and new roads are being built on the second floor of hell. In the future, the dead souls of the underworld can move there to live. Now the third floor, which is the land under our feet, is reclaimed to grow flowers on the other side."

I was out of breath and wiped my sweat.He came up to me with a doggy face and handed me water: "It's hard work, it's hard work."

"Why do you want to plant Bana flowers?"

"The aura of the Bana flower can be eaten. In addition, the iron tree hell is mostly wasteland. It is everyone's responsibility to take care of the underworld and plant greenery."

"But why am I the only one here?"

I put down my hoe and looked around, but there was no one in the area for a hundred miles except me and Ma Mian.

"Well..." Ma Mian said respectfully, "Naturally, it's because Master Song's Sacred Heart is unpredictable, and I can't figure it out."

"Are you all Master Song in charge? Where is Master Yan?"

"Uh," Ma Mian hesitated for a moment as if asked about something taboo, "We don't have Yan Luo in this hall, but as long as Mr. Song is willing, he can take office at any time."

This surprised me.Yan Luo is a step higher than the judge's position. What reason does Twist Braid refuse to be promoted?

Ma Mian pretended to be secretive, and quietly changed the subject: "Jie Jie, Mr. Chen, please be sure to plow the field well, and don't be lazy when I leave later, you can be watched by adults at any time."

Hearing this, my heart tightened.What the hell is surveillance!Does twist braid still have perverted voyeurism!

"Wait, you're not here with me?" I suddenly realized something.

"I have other official duties." He said regretfully.

As soon as Ma Mian left, I was the only one left in this deserted place.

Farming is not terrible, loneliness is the most terrible.I am a person who is unwilling to be lonely, and I will die if I don't chatter.

"Don't, Mr. Ma. What should I do if you leave, there is a lot of ghosts here, what should I do if something happens."

"Don't be afraid. Master Song has ordered me to set up an inherent barrier around the flower field, so that other evil spirits can't get close." He comforted me, "As long as you don't step out of the barrier, Mr. Chen, you will be fine."

I was speechless.

I didn't expect the braid to be so thoughtful, even using the barrier.However, this feeling of being maliciously kept in captivity still makes me feel extremely uncomfortable.

Ma Mian emphasized to me several times not to step out of the flower field before leaving.

I stood alone, looking at the field under my feet.

Today's task is to finish plowing the field and sow the seeds of Bianhua.

Considering that there are still dozens of such fields, I think that after completing this great achievement, I will definitely be able to change my job to become a great gardener.

From a beautiful office worker to a hard worker in one day.

Damn braids.

I imagined the dirt to be his face and smashed it away with a hoe.