Chapter 9: Pulling and stepping on others! This must be pulling and stepping on others!

[Only you can go in. The yin energy inside is quite strong and others will get hurt.] A warning.

Gu Ji immediately grabbed Ye Zheng's clothes, who was almost halfway into the store, and said, "Uncle Ye, wait for me outside."

"I'm worried about you going in alone."

"You can't go in. I'll be out soon. Trust me, okay?" Gu Ji smiled brightly.

At this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew out of the store, and a man with half of his head cut off was blowing air at Ye Zheng at the door of the store.

Gu Ji's face turned pale instantly, but he still forced himself to smile.

Fortunately, Ye Zheng didn't notice anything, but the wind made him shiver all over, and goose bumps instantly covered his body.

"Okay, then we'll wait at the door. If you encounter any problems, call uncle immediately and he will rush in and take you out!" Ye Zheng said with clenched fists.

Gu Ji nodded: "Okay~"

She turned around, took a deep breath, and walked in.

The moment I stepped into the store, a strong aroma hit me in the face, and those who were eating noodles all stopped what they were doing at this moment.

He straightened up, turned around, and stared at Gu Ji.

Their deaths were different. The look in their eyes when they looked at Gu Ji was as empty as a plastic mannequin. A strong sense of suffocation enveloped Gu Ji. Every step forward felt like a struggle in the mud.

"Is anyone there?" she asked.

No one answered.

Gu Ji swallowed and wanted to ask again.

[Don't ask, chant the Qingfeng Mantra.] Wuwang suddenly spoke.

[ah? ]

[The noodle shop owner is mentally ill. Chant the Qingfeng Mantra to purify all these wandering souls, and that damn thing will come out immediately.]

[Oh, okay.] Although she didn’t understand what Sister Wuwang said, she was very obedient.

She made hand gestures on the spot. The Qingfeng Curse was also taught to her by her sister Wuwang in the past month. She read a lot of books for herself. There was a lot of knowledge about cultivation in the books, including various spells. Now that she had the opportunity to put it into practice, Gu Ji was still a little excited.

The gestures and spells that he had practiced countless times in his mind were easily recited by Gu Ji.

The ghosts that were originally staring at her all screamed in fear the next second. Their souls gradually became distorted under the influence of Gu Ji's spell, and they were about to be shattered.

"Hey hey hey hey!! Stop immediately! These wandering souls are going to be sent to the underworld. You are a trainee judge, do you want to kill ghosts? If you kill them, you will never be able to get a regular job!" A somewhat childish voice came hurriedly from behind her, and a hand grabbed her arm.

Gu Ji looked down and saw a child who was no more than eight years old.

The child was wearing an apron, had single eyelids, and was fair and clean. His two eyes were different colors, which was very special.

"Who are you--?"

"I'm the owner of the noodle shop! I guess Wuwang asked you to come. Humph, the food is ready, follow me."

The child put his hands behind his back, looking mature.

Noodle shop owner?

The owner of such a small noodle shop?

Is it higher than the stove? I have to stand on a stool to reach it, right?

"Don't question me. I just looked like this when I died, and I have always appeared like this." The child walked across the kitchen counter, where there were two iron pots.

Burning in an iron pot are incense, candles and paper money.

The other one was stewing with broth, and you could smell the rich aroma.

All the kitchen utensils were working automatically. Gu Ji guessed that the food cooked in the two pots should be for the living and the dead respectively.

There is a back door in the kitchen, and through the back door is a large courtyard. The courtyard is very bright, and two old men who look like Taoist priests are sitting on a stone bench waiting.

When he saw the child, he immediately stood up and said respectfully, "Director."

Their eyes fell on Gu Ji, who was following the child, and their eyes were full of inquiry, "Who is this little friend...?"

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. I've already told you that what you want today is not available, and it won't be available in the future. This is not your place to get involved."

After saying that, the child walked through the corridor and asked Gu Ji to wait there. After a moment, he came out with a very simple cloth bag in his hand and handed it to Gu Ji.

There is an Eight Diagrams diagram engraved on the cloth bag, and a seal with four words engraved on the bottom.

Gu Ji has never been to school, but she can recognize words. She guessed that her parents taught her a lot before she was eight years old, and she has been able to recognize words since she can remember.

After careful identification, I found that the seal read "Produced by the Underworld".

The two Taoists were visibly stunned. One of the bearded old men couldn't help but ask, "Director, how could a little girl like her use such a valuable item?"

"She's a trainee judge and will be the City God Judge in the future, so why can't she use it?" The child rolled his eyes, then turned around and said coolly, "This is a Qiankun bag. It contains the things you want. Cut your palm and drip blood to claim ownership. This bag can hold a lot of things. If it's not damaged by human factors, you can apply for a refund or exchange. If you lose it yourself, we won't give you a new one."

Gu Ji was still stunned. What did the Qiankun bag mean?

She took the bag and felt a sudden sharp pain in her palm. She cried out softly and found that the bag had cut her palm itself.

The blood did not stain the bag red, but instead disappeared on the bag.

Gu Ji couldn't help but open the bag, only to find that there was a huge space inside. She couldn't help but stuff her entire head in. It was at least as big as an ordinary resident's small house!

The back of her neck was suddenly grabbed, and she cried out as the child pulled her out. "If you want to see it, go home and watch it. If you fall in, I'll have to fish you out."

Gu Ji chuckled twice, "You and Sister Wuwang should be civil servants in the underworld, right? Thank you~"

The child waved his hand and said, "Get your things and leave quickly. Time waits for no one. We will see each other again in the future."

Gu Ji thanked him again and just as he left, the two Taoists couldn't help but ask, "That kid is an intern judge?! Why?! The two of us have practiced hard for years and still haven't even gotten the internship qualification. Is she twenty years old? She looks so naive and got the Qiankun bag before she even got a full-time job!"

"How can you two compare with him? He is born with the ability to see ghosts and has blood to ward off evil spirits, but you two still need to rely on magic tools to open your third eye to see ghosts and monsters."

“…” This must be a stepping stone!

The old Taoist priest still refused to accept it, "But we have also killed countless demons!"

The child still looked cold.

"When you go to the Jun family tonight, you will know why the underworld chose her to be the judge."

The two old Taoists didn't understand what was going on, but they knew that the child in front of them was the director of the Shanshang Department and would not tell lies.

They decided to go and see what was going on tonight.

The child sighed and went back into the kitchen to start cooking noodles.

He was mumbling to himself while cooking.

"The crescent moon, the shadow is long

Three Rivers Simmering in a Copper Pot

Scoop a drop of rootless water from the left

Sprinkle three soul-breaking incense sticks on the right

Fingernails, used as firewood

Eyeballs are sticky

Whose new ghost arrives first?

Taste half a bowl of sorrowful tears first——"