Shen Zhaozhao felt that her values ​​were undergoing an unprecedented and severe test.

The underworld before her was not exactly the same as the gloomy, majestic, and ghostly scene she had imagined; in fact, it was completely unrelated.

If the "face tree" and the Sanzu River outside could still be remotely associated with the "underworld," then the scene before her in the plaza of the underworld's administrative center completely shattered her last shred of illusion about the "ghost realm"—

In the vast square, a group of transparent ghosts were neatly arranged in a square formation, dancing to a rhythmic and dynamic piece of music that resonated throughout the dimly lit space.

The lead dancer, a ghostly figure, moved with particularly alluring grace. As he twisted his hips and swung his arms, the ghostly flames around him flickered and shone in rhythm with him, creating an exceptionally captivating effect.

Shen Zhaozhao: "???"

no? !

What kind of situation is this?!

Are my older brothers and sisters-in-law dancing on their graves?!

Indeed, there isn't a single normal person in this ghost realm, from top to bottom!

They're all crazy!

Just when Shen Zhaozhao felt that her pitiful worldview, which had only recently been rebuilt, was about to be lost again, the enthusiastic and talkative ghost had already led her straight to the main hall.

Upon entering the main hall, a sense of utter chaos and confusion immediately struck you.

Countless ghost messengers, carrying thick volumes of documents, floated about, their shouts, arguments, and the buzzing of jade slips transmitting messages filling the air.

"Your Majesty! The Demon Lord from Minor World C756 has sent another message! He says the 'Wailing of Ten Thousand Souls' background sound effect we designed for him isn't mournful enough! It doesn't reflect his villainous style! He demands a rework!"

A little ghost messenger, clutching a jade slip, floated up to the main seat with a mournful face to report.

On the main seat, Yama, dressed in a crimson robe, casually rolled up his sleeves, his eyes adorned with dark circles. Upon hearing this, he abruptly raised his head, his handsome face contorted in a cold glare, and slammed his hand on the table.

"Change what?! This is the eighth draft already! Does he even understand aesthetics?! The first version is the best! Send him the first version! Use it or not, it's up to him!"

The little ghost messenger trembled in fright, quickly agreed, and fled with the jade slip in his arms.

Before the King of Hell could catch his breath, another ghost messenger who looked like a judge rushed over in a panic, his voice trembling with tears.

"Lord Yama! Something terrible has happened! Those old fogies at the Ascension Path Office are again delaying our final payment! It's been over 300 years! We've chased them 800 times, but they just won't settle the account! They say the results didn't meet expectations and they didn't pass their KPI assessment, so they refuse to pay the remaining amount!"

Yan Jun was so angry he almost snapped the pen in his hand. His handsome face twisted in anger, and he cursed, "Damn it! I hate those old men who climb the path to immortality!"

"Back then, when we used our 'tragic heroine ghosts' to help that immortal lord boost his KPI of 'experiencing love tribulations and having his Dao heart shattered,' they made it sound so impressive! Now they've turned their backs on us! A bunch of old bastards!"

He grew angrier as he spoke, and suddenly stood up: "Wait! I'll send a message to Immortal Lord Qingxu of the Ascension Path right now! I'll curse that untrustworthy bastard to death!"

Shen Zhaozhao: "???"

no?

What kind of miserable animals are these?!

Lord Yama, your business scope is quite broad!

From sound design for the Demon Lord to KPI fraud for the Immortal Lord... you've taken on quite a diverse range of jobs!

It seems that the underworld's private treasury must be quite full thanks to your hard work and wealth-generating efforts!

Just as Shen Zhaozhao was silently complaining and seriously doubting whether she had wandered into the wrong film set, the King of Hell, who was holding a jade slip and preparing to launch into a passionate tirade, suddenly froze in his tracks.

As if sensing something extremely terrifying, he abruptly turned his head, his gaze precisely locking onto Shen Zhaozhao, who had just been led into the door by the enthusiastic ghost.

That aura... though extremely faint, is absolutely unmistakable!

It's the aura of that evil spirit!

Yan Jun's handsome face, which was already quite irritable due to working overtime and collecting debts, instantly lost all color. With an expression as if the sky had collapsed, he pointed his trembling finger at Shen Zhaozhao, emitting a sharp explosion!

"Who?! Who did this?! Huh?!"

"Who among you is so audacious?! Who made the duty roster?! Who pulled Mo Yuan Immortal Venerable's people off the hook?! Are you out of your mind?!"

"Hurry up and step forward and get yourself deep-fried in the oil as an apology! Don't drag the entire Underworld down with you!"

Upon hearing this, the two ghost messengers standing beside him, Black and White Impermanence, also shuddered. They exchanged a horrified glance and then smoothly began to shift the blame.

Black Impermanence: "Old Bai, was that you?! Last time you said you were going to Lingzhou to expand your business! It must be those new temporary workers under you who don't know any better and have chosen the wrong people to boost their sales!"

White Impermanence: "Bullshit! I'm expanding the business line of demon beasts dying of old age! It has absolutely nothing to do with the Immortal Venerable's people! Old Black, don't make false accusations! I think it's you! Did you secretly apply for 'cross-industry talent introduction' funding last month?!"

Black Impermanence: "What I'm importing are high-quality demon souls from the Demon Realm! To optimize the diversity of souls in our Underworld! Don't you dare slander me!"

White Impermanence: "Optimize my ass! I think you're just trying to line your own pockets!"

As King Yama watched his two generals arguing fiercely, he felt dizzy and his head throbbed with pain.

Just as the three were arguing and it seemed like the argument was going to go on forever, Shen Zhaozhao, barely suppressing the urge to vomit blood, quickly stepped forward and said politely, "Lord Yama, no one summoned me! I came down on my own! To be honest, the reason for this sudden visit is actually—"

However, before Shen Zhaozhao could finish speaking, the three ghosts all turned to look at her, their faces showing the same shock.

"You got down by yourself?"

As if he had heard an utterly absurd joke, King Yama began jumping around like a monkey from Mount Emei, howling, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"I know! It must be a traitor! A traitor has altered my Book of Life and Death! And shortened this fairy's lifespan!"

"Quick! What are you all standing around for?! Go and find this fairy's Book of Life and Death! Investigate! Investigate it thoroughly! See which damned bastard dares to provoke the Immortal Venerable! Find him and I'll throw him into the animal realm so he can never be reincarnated!"

"And another thing! Immediately restore this fairy's lifespan! Record any rare and precious herbs that prolong life and treat them as gifts from our Underworld! As a token of our apology! Go now!"

The little ghost messengers below were stunned by the shout, and upon hearing this, they immediately rushed towards the side hall where the Book of Life and Death was kept.

Shen Zhaozhao: "..."

Looking at the chaotic scene before her, the veins on her forehead throbbed with delight.

Can't you just listen to people properly?!