I use technology to revitalize the underworld

"Ah..." Yan Wangyin was puzzled, "Are there so many?"

It remembers that the underworld was quite leisurely in the past.

Unless there are some natural disasters and man-made disasters, it will take a long time to rotate continuously.

Feng Jingchen shook his head slightly: "At that time, King Yama was not the only one in the underworld."

And with the rapid development of science and technology for so many years, I am afraid that the number of people in Yangjian now is not the same as it was back then.

Now, Feng Jingchen had to think of a solution quickly.

Otherwise, he might be tied up in the underworld in the future, unable to do anything!

Feng Jingchen's eyes rolled slightly, and an idea quickly formed in his mind.

He looked down at the young man who was still autistic: "Go back first."

After speaking, he stepped across the gap opened by the gate of hell.

"Yeah——" the heavy ghost gate closed again.

The young man trembled all over, as if he had finally regained his sanity, but he repeated: "I can't die..."

"Snapped."

Before the young man finished speaking, Feng Jingchen directly slapped a book of life and death, interrupting his words.

A ray of golden light cast down, clearing up the young man's few grievances in an instant.

He still hasn't realized what happened.

Feng Jingchen took off the book of life and death and read: "Meng Rongxing was born in 1994 in a farmer's family in a small town in Yimen City, Wuhua Province. Long provincial capital, engaged in program development in the Lens Ming Group."

"At the end of 2024, the company will lay off workers on a large scale, and half of your project team will be laid off. The rest of you will have to take on twice the original work. In order to keep this high-paying job, you will start to work intensive overtime."

"At 2025:6 a.m. on June 24, 2, you fainted at your work station due to excessive overtime. Evacuation to the hospital failed, and you died suddenly."

"Are there any fallacies in these?"

Feng Jingchen's every word was like heavy hailstones hitting Meng Rongxing's heart fiercely.

The last word "sudden death" finally became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

He "plopped" and fell limply to the ground.

sudden death…

He knew that staying up late and working overtime would lead to sudden death, but he always kept a fluke in his heart, thinking that he should not be one of them.

And now...

Meng Rongxing buried his head deeply in his knees, half-smiling and half-crying: "Hehehe... woo woo woo..."

The sad and sad laughter mixed with crying, echoed in the empty underworld.

Feng Jingchen narrowed his eyes slightly, took out a signature pen, and wrote the verdict in the book of life and death: "Meng Rongxing, you should have lived 65 years, but you died at the age of 31. You have to spend the remaining 34 years of your life in the underworld. After that, re-enter reincarnation."

"You have no merit or fault in this life, and you can re-enter human reincarnation in the next life. Do you have any objections?"

Meng Rongxing raised his head suddenly when he heard his original lifespan!

Those small eyes were wide open, and the whole person was dumbfounded: "I...I could have lived that long?"

Feng Jingchen looked down at him, but did not respond.

Meng Rongxing lowered his head tremblingly, looking at his pale complexion like a dead person, belated remorse welled up in his heart.

If he didn't work overtime or stay up late, would everything be different?

He can safely see his parents on their final journey, still have time to make girlfriends, get married and have children, brag and play games with sand sculpture netizens when he gets old... and live an ordinary life.

but…

All of this is now in vain!

Meng Rongxing raised his head suddenly!

At this moment, an infinite resentment spread from his body!

Feng Jingchen's eyes froze, and he was about to use the book of life and death to suppress him.

But that resentment was short-lived.

Meng Rongxing blinked, and returned to that haggard and sad look: "I, I have no objection..."

He has been an honest man since he was a child, no matter how much regret he has, he dare not turn into a ghost.

As Meng Rongxing finished speaking, an imperceptible golden light entered Feng Jingchen and the book of life and death.

A blank golden page was regenerated from the book of life and death.

But just when it was about to dissipate, Feng Jingchen raised his hand and grabbed it, preventing it from running away!

Book of Life and Death: "?"

Feng Jingchen's right eye shone with golden light.

The four thin pages of the book of life and death in front of him turned into a ball of golden thread that was constantly being cut and straightened.

But Feng Jingchen knew that every line here has a different meaning and function!

Soon, Feng Jingchen made a new discovery, and couldn't help but let out a little gasp.

The formula in the book of life and death seems to be a variant of the formula of Tianqiong Dawang!

He suddenly turned his head to look at the gate of hell.

Sure enough, he quickly saw a strange yet familiar formula in the complicated network.

A variant of the moral formula!

How can the established formula change like this? !

Feng Jingchen suddenly had an idea in his mind.

The already familiar world in front of me seems to have peeled off another layer of camouflage, showing a more real appearance!

Suddenly, a mysterious aura surged around Feng Jingchen, making him look a little more mysterious and ethereal.

Seeing this, Yan Wangyin on the side suddenly jumped up: "What??!"

Epiphany again?

It's only been half a month!

Is it a bit off the mark! !

Even the legendary Emperor of Heaven doesn't seem so awesome, does he? ! !

At this time.

Weng Xiaoshu, who had been watching for a long time, turned her eyes lightly, and walked slowly.

Yan Wangyin immediately stood in front of Feng Jingchen vigilantly: "Don't come here and disturb Chenchen."

Weng Xiaoshu's eyebrows were mild, and she pointed to Meng Rongxing on the ground: "I'm here to find him."

"Oh." Yan Wangyin didn't care about it.

Weng Xiaoshu approached Meng Rongxing with a smile, her brows and eyes full of amorous feelings: "Young master just arrived, why don't you let the servants take you to familiarize yourself with the underworld?"

"Huh?" Meng Rongxing had never had such close contact with the opposite sex.Coupled with being immersed in grief, his sanity has not returned, and he was stunned for a while.

Before he could react, Weng Xiaoshu grabbed his hand and pulled him up.

Meng Rongxing had never held hands with a girl before.

The catkin in the palm is completely different from the man's rough hands, making this new dead ghost's head explode with a "boom!"

Just like that, with two lines of blood and tears hanging on his face, he was lured away by Weng Xiaoshu foolishly.

Even after being fooled for two or three sentences, Meng Rongxing began to work tirelessly, picking up the trash for the two female ghosts.

Yan Wangyin watched this scene from afar.

The little mind couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Meng Rongxing did nothing wrong, so Feng Jingchen did not sentence him to serve in the military.

But now, he is helping two female ghosts who are serving, and he is working harder than the two female ghosts.

This…

Is there something wrong?

Before Yan Wangyin could figure it out, Feng Jingchen who was beside him suddenly let out a muffled snort.

Yan Wangyin was shocked: "Chenchen! What's wrong with you?!"

"It's okay." Feng Jingchen skillfully took out a brown pill and swallowed it.

This is the bigu pill from the plane of comprehension. One hundred points can make people not hungry for ten days.

However, Feng Jingchen took a Bigu Pill, which only offset the consumption of the Eye of Reality.

He took a deep breath to recover.

Immediately, a bright light burst out from the bottom of his eyes: "I know what to do!"

Feng Jingchen looked at the book of life and death in his hand.

The black and white eyes are full of excitement and anticipation of finding a way out of the puzzle: "Xiao Yin, send me back to the world."

He thought of how to solve the problem of too many ghosts, but some complicated calculations and designs were still needed.

This time I have to use pen and paper.

"Huh? Good!" Yan Wangyin immediately sent Feng Jingchen back to the mortal world.

But as soon as Feng Jingchen stood still, he put the book of life and death in his hand to Yan Wangyin: "Xiao Yin, you go back to the underworld to guard. If a ghost passes through the gate of hell, you can use the book of life and death to test it."

"If you find criminals, let Weng Xiaoshu arrange them to work first, and then go to trial when I have time. As for the other ghosts... just let them do as they please, just don't make trouble."

Feng Jingchen looked up at Yan Wangyin: "Can it be done?"

"Of course it can!" Yan Wangyin said confidently, "There are many things I can do! Chen Chen, don't worry, with me here, there is absolutely no problem!"

After finishing speaking, it took the book of life and death aggressively, and turned back to the underworld.

Feng Jingchen didn't waste any time and walked quickly to the desk.

Pull out a piece of draft paper, pick up a pencil and start to write and draw quickly, filling a whole page in a blink of an eye.

But that's just the beginning!

I don't know how long it took.

A cock crow dispelled the darkness and broke the tranquility of the small village.

Only then did Feng Jingchen raise his head and twist his tired neck.

On his desk, there were all densely written draft papers, and some even fell to the ground.

Only the one in front of Feng Jingchen, which condensed his whole night's calculation results, was carefully placed in the middle.

Feng Jingchen looked down at the content on the draft paper, his eyes flickered: "Automatic trial system..."

This idea is very feasible!

Feng Jingchen extracted two variants of the "merit" formula from the book of life and death and the gate of ghosts, both of which have the function of identifying the amount of merit in the soul and body.

According to the variations of the two formulas, Feng Jingchen thought that he could do a simple addition and subtraction calculation based on the merits and sins of each ghost.

Merit is positive, sin is negative.

As long as the final result is negative, you can directly arrest and serve in the military.Judgment or something, it doesn't matter if it takes a while!

This whole night, Feng Jingchen has been calculating: this automatic judgment system needs to convert the merits and sins recorded in the book of life and death into specific values.

Now the theory is basically confirmed, but Feng Jingchen encountered a new problem.

How would he turn this set of theoretical plans into reality and actually implement them?

Just as Feng Jingchen was thinking, suddenly a phone rang in his pocket.

Open it up and take a look.

The words "Murong Qiao" came into view, making Feng Jingchen's eyes suddenly brighten.

By the way, maybe you can try talismans and refining tools!

Feng Jingchen rolled his eyes slightly, and quickly connected the phone.

"Little brother~ Good morning, didn't I bother you?" Murong Qiao's voice was full of vitality, and one could imagine his smiling eyes with peach blossom eyes.

Feng Jingchen: "Good morning. Have you come out from the mountains?"

Murong Qiao sighed softly: "That's right, that old thief used spells to cover his tracks again. We just want to step back and let him relax his vigilance."

After finishing speaking, Murong Qiao's tone suddenly became mysterious: "By the way, little brother, did you sense it last night?"

Feng Jingchen: "What?"

Murong Qiao heard that Feng Jingchen's doubts did not seem to be fake, her peach blossom eyes rolled slightly.

Sure enough, Feng Jingchen really had no mana.

In other words, at least not a very powerful celestial master, so he didn't sense the opening of the ghost gate.

This is more interesting.

How did Feng Jingchen, an ordinary person, obtain the pattern of the Yellow Turban Warrior Talisman that had been lost for tens of thousands of years?

Murong Qiao's thoughts were turning back and forth, but her peach eyes were curved: "It's nothing, it's just that something big happened last night. But it has nothing to do with ordinary people."

Hearing what he said, Feng Jingchen emptied his mind of calculations and formulas, and finally remembered what happened last night.

He chuckled lightly and didn't explain much, just said: "By the way, I've already thought about the benefits of exchanging the Yellow Turban Lishi Talisman."

Murong Qiao was a little surprised: "You don't need me to help you as a staff officer? I know very well what big treasures those old guys have~"

Feng Jingchen: "No need. I just want to borrow it from you."