Chapter 61: Sixty-first day of retirement. Go and suffer! Damn Old Deng! ...
The fingers hit Sang Qiqi's head mercilessly, and the crisp sound of "dong" was accompanied by Sang Qiqi's "ouch".
Lin Yanluo crossed his arms and snorted unhappily, "If it was Old Peng who hired you, you two would be working at the same expense now."
Sang Qiqi: “…”
Lin Yanluo: "What are you looking at? Am I wrong? The number and value of the public objects you've damaged, combined, would bankrupt the entire Sixth Palace."
Sang Qiqi: “…”
Lin Yanluo was clearly in a frenzy. Unmoved by Sang Qiqi's silence, he continued to chatter like a woodpecker, trying to wake Sang Qiqi up: "You're still making enemies. You can't even drink a sip of water without someone cursing you to death."
Sang Qiqi agrees with the idea of paying for work.
But she was a little dissatisfied that she could be choked to death by someone's curse just because she was drinking water.
Raising her hand to interrupt Lin Yanluo, she asked in a deep voice, "Shouldn't it be that there are millions of corpses in the underworld, leaving you with no place to stand?"
The silent man turned into Lin Yanluo. After a long while, he finally said, "Shouldn't I be thankful that in your imagination, I'm not one of those millions of corpses?"
It seems that there is still some affection between them after twenty years of cooperation. It really touched the ghost.
Sang Qiqi was just about to take the opportunity to express her loyalty and tell Lin Yanluo that everything that had just happened was just a casual chat and that he was still her most trusted boss, when the entire First Hall suddenly shook. The two unsuspecting people staggered slightly. Although they quickly stabilized themselves, Lin Yanluo's expression suddenly changed. He walked to the window, pushed it open, and looked out the door.
Three figures stood interlaced in mid-air.
Near the First Hall stood a middle-aged, unshaven man, his beard almost completely obscuring his face, leaving only his piercing, bell-like eyes visible. He wore the robe of Lord Yama, which he tore off by its wide, flowing tail. He grumbled, "Whose idiot designed this? It's such a hassle to fight with!" Then, raising his head, he glared at the two men in front of him. "Damn it, you two old bastards are going too far! I'm not worried about the evil spirit I lost in the Sixth Hall? Why are you two still complaining? Ha, with your ruthless ambitions, who knows if you two actually let that evil spirit go?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Shan Xuelin and Chao Song, who were not far away, became instantly furious.
The two mentioned this matter at the meeting simply because they disliked Peng Su and wanted to say something provocative. But as soon as they opened their mouths, Peng Su, like a mad bull, threw the cup in front of the other person, stepped on a chair, pointed at their noses, and asked, "Are you looking for trouble, old man?"
Peng Su spoke harshly and didn't take the two of them seriously at all. Shan Xuelin and Chao Song couldn't swallow this insult, and in excitement, the three of them started pushing and shoving each other and started fighting.
Hearing even more unpleasant words, Shan Xuelin sneered, "How could I possibly have the time to release a ghost from your Sixth Palace? Do you think I, Shan Xuelin, just eat and drink all day and do nothing?!"
Peng Su immediately said, "What else? Aren't you busy eating and drinking every day? Aren't you busy as the executioner in the hall? What do you have to do?! Or are you busy with something else, like how to usurp the throne! Ha, you old man look like a thief! It's not impossible for you to want to usurp the throne!"
Shan Xuelin: “…”
Chao Song: “…”
Lin Yanluo, who listened to the whole thing, said: "..."
Although Lin Yanluo didn't like Shan Xuelin and Chao Song, when he saw such a big hat put on them, he still felt a little worried about whether they could straighten their backs.
He sighed and said, "Old Peng, you can't say such things carelessly."
Peng Su turned around and saw him. He was furious to see him looking at the show and immediately said, "You are speaking for them, and you are also trying to usurp the throne."
Lin Yanluo: “…”
After two seconds of silence, he quickly raised his hand and slammed the window shut.
Just watch the show. What if this hat really gets put on your head?
Shan Xuelin and Chao Song knew that Lin Bo and Peng Su had a good relationship. They were a little annoyed when they saw Lin Bo open the window to watch the show, but they didn't expect Peng Su to mock Lin Bo as well! This is not a mad bull, this is clearly a mad dog!
It seems that the evil ghost's escape was a real blow to Peng Su, and he started biting and spitting wildly!
Shan Xuelin and Chao Song exchanged a glance, the latter expressionless. "Peng Su, you open your mouth and slander us, accusing us of plotting to usurp the throne. Could it be that you want to do this yourself?"
Peng Su: “?!”
He flew into a rage: "Stop talking to your ancestors! I'm innocent and I'm incredibly loyal to Fengdu and the underworld. How could I possibly be plotting to usurp the throne?!"
Chao Song: "How would I know? Besides, you say you are loyal? Maybe you just feel resentful because the evil ghost from the Sixth Hall escaped and caused that person to punish you."
Peng Su: "Bullshit your ancestors!"
The furious shouts shook the entire First Hall once again. Sang Qiqi listened to the three men's quarrel through the door with great interest. Then she shook her head and sighed, "No way. Peng Yanjun only practices martial arts, not literature. Judging from his posture, he can't win an argument with Chao Laodeng. In my opinion, it's better to just fight. I guarantee that Chao Laodeng will scream in pain."
It saves you from the constant scolding: "Bullshit your ancestors!"
Hearing her cheerful tone, Lin Yanluo asked, "Would you like me to pick up some sunflower seeds for you so you can sit outside and watch?"
Sang Qiqi reached into her pockets and grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds in each hand. "I have caramel and cream flavors. Which one do you want?"
Lin Yanluo: “…”
She actually has it!
Who would have the time to carry melon seeds with them?
Seeing that Lin Yanluo remained silent, Sang Qiqi forced the butter-flavored melon seeds into Lin Yanluo's hand. With her free hand, she pointed at the closed door and asked eagerly, "So can I really sit outside and watch?"
If possible, she could also give Peng Yanjun some advice on how to argue.
With her guidance, it would be no problem for Peng Yanjun to have a debate with Lao Deng.
Although Lin Yanluo accepted the melon seeds, he remained indifferent to the matter and refused three times in a row: "No, it's impossible, you wish."
Sang Qiqi felt quite regretful and could only move the stool towards the window.
It wasn't so he could hear the three people's conversation clearly. After all, with Peng Yanjun's voice, even though he was arguing at the gate of the First Hall, he could probably hear it throughout the entire underworld. He moved the stool to the side purely to better participate, just like a kitten always likes to peek near the window to listen to people arguing, to create a perfect atmosphere.
Boom, boom, boom.
Three collision sounds were heard in succession, as if a strong wind was sweeping in, making the windows of the first hall creak.
Then, Shan Xuelin's angry voice rang out: "Peng Su! You're really serious!"
Peng Su snorted, "Are you kidding me, old man? It's come to this, and you still don't get serious? Do you think I, Peng Su, am just joking with you?! I'm telling you, today I'm not only going to fight you, I'm going to beat you two old guys to a pulp! I see you're still talking nonsense and poking me in the heart!"
The moment the words fell, the rumbling sound rang out again.
Shan Xuelin and Chao Song saw the black fog that struck like thunderbolts, sensing the powerful aura within. Their faces darkened. Knowing that today's conflict was unavoidable, they responded with stern expressions.
The fight between the Yama Kings in the underworld was certainly not a fight between children. Just a simple confrontation caused a strong wind to blow away all the surrounding trees.
Pop.
A thick tree stump rose from the ground and coincidentally flew to the window of the first hall, smashing the entire window in half with a bang.
The window glass fell all over the floor with a clattering sound, revealing Sang Qiqi's face as she ate melon seeds.
Caught off guard, Sang Qiqi and Peng Su made eye contact. The latter paused and immediately said, "Young friend, help me!"
Sang Qiqi: “???”
She pointed to her nose.
Peng Su: "That's you."
The moment the three words popped out, Lin Yanluo's heart trembled, and he was about to raise his hand to grab Sang Qiqi's shoulder, but the other party was like a nimble fish, and slipped out of the window. The next second, Sang Qiqi's figure appeared in front of Peng Su. She rolled up her sleeves and punched the flying gale. The thick black mist spread out from the fist instantly submerged the gale.
Seeing this, Peng Su followed without hesitation. The moment he disappeared from the spot, he appeared in front of Shan Xuelin, who was not far away. Seeing the huge figure coming towards him, Shan Xuelin was startled and quickly stepped back.
But what he didn't expect was that he was suddenly punched on the back. When he turned his head, he saw Sang Qiqi's beautiful face close to him.
Chongdan Xuelin grinned, and Sang Qiqi shouted, "Go and suffer! Damn Old Deng!"
Bang.
The force of the fist directly knocked Shan Xuelin away and he crashed into Peng Su.
Peng Su stood still, and the aura of the Ten Kings of Hell poured out again, turning into a huge axe. He held the axe, which seemed to weigh tens of thousands of pounds, in one hand and chopped it down at Shan Xuelin without hesitation.
Judging from the situation, it's clear that they are going to fight to the death.
But Shan Xuelin is not a pushover, especially since Chao Song comes forward to help.
The former raised his hand and transformed the ghost energy into a solid shield to block forward, while the latter assisted with a long sword in his hand.
Peng Su's axe struck Shan Xuelin's shield, the terrifying force turning his face pale. His knees buckled, seemingly unable to withstand the blow, when Chao Song's longsword pierced Peng Su's neck. But at that moment, Sang Qiqi's head suddenly popped out from the side of the longsword. Under the shocked gazes of the three, she spread her fingers and grasped the longsword. Chao Song's ghostly energy sizzled and corroded her palm, but she seemed oblivious to the pain. She forced the longsword against her neck, the sharp blade glancing across her slender neck, leaving a wound.
Chao Song was stunned.
I thought to myself, could this girl be stupid?
The next second, Sang Qiqi's energy sank into her dantian, her mouth opened, and she shouted, "Kill the ghost! Kill the ghost! Chao Song, the Yama of the Eighth Palace, abuses his power, oversteps his authority, bullies his employees, and doesn't regard their lives as his own. He even shamelessly attacks a small employee with whom he has no grudge! Is this the corruption of power or the distortion of ghost nature? Come and see! Come and judge the ghost!"
Chao Song: “…”
Shan Xuelin: “…”
Peng Su: “…”
Lin Yanluo: “…”
There was a full five seconds of silence, as if time had completely stopped. But while time stopped, Sang Qiqi didn't. She took the opportunity to clench her fists and strike Shan Xuelin and Chao Song, each one of them slamming into the air. Still caught up in her screams, the two men were caught off guard and sent flying, retreating dozens of meters.
The four Yamas who witnessed the whole process of Sang Qiqi's murder became even more silent.
Only Sang Qiqi felt a little regretful. She had used quite a bit of strength, but she didn't expect that Old Deng Chao Song would only take a few steps back.
but--
She turned her head to look at Shan Xuelin, and when she saw him fall to the ground, the corners of her mouth curled up.
It feels great.
The farce ended in the third second after Sang Qiqi felt satisfied.
Perhaps drawn by Sang Qiqi's loud voice, Xinji, the Yama of the Seventh Hall, appeared at the doorway of the First Hall. He fixed a cold gaze on the three Yamas and a small employee who appeared to be a troublemaker but was actually a troublemaker. He said expressionlessly, "All four of you, Fengdu invites you."
Fengdu?
Isn't that the big boss's territory?
Sang Qiqi naturally raised her foot and obediently followed Xin Ji. However, Xin Ji looked at her and said, "You don't have to go."
Sang Qiqi was stunned for a moment, then blinked: "Aren't they the four you mentioned?"
Xin Ji pointed his finger over her head at Lin Yanluo standing behind her: "The other one is Lin Yanjun."
Sang Qiqi: “…”
Lin Yanluo: “…”
Although she didn't turn around, Sang Qiqi already had a premonition of what Lin Yanluo's expression would be like at that moment. She touched the tip of her nose and muttered softly, "One ghost has its own share of responsibility. What does this have to do with our Lin Yanjun? If there's any punishment, it should be me. I think a 50-point deduction will be the best."
Lin Yanluo stepped forward and threw Sang Qiqi back, saying, "Save your points."
With such a small score loss, we will be at the bottom of the list again by the end of the year.
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The four Yamas followed Xin Ji to Fengdu to accept the punishment of the big boss. Sang Qiqi did not leave the underworld either. After all, she was the one who rushed out first, unable to resist Peng Yanjun's invitation...
Sang Qiqi waited for a full two hours.
Two hours later.
Shan Xuelin and Chao Song, who were furious in Fengdu, glared coldly at Peng Su, then turned to look at Lin Yanluo and sneered, "Lin Yanjun is very protective of his employees. He has worked for them for twenty years and still says that the young girl is young and knows nothing. I advise Lin Yanjun to teach the young girl how to behave when he has time. Be careful not to fall into trouble!"
Lin Yanluo smiled good-naturedly: "Don't worry, Lord Chao Yan, I will teach you, I will teach you."
"Hmph." Chao Song flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.
Shan Xuelin didn't stay long. His gloomy gaze moved back and forth between the two of them. He forced a sinister smile and left.
As the two left, Lin Yanluo and Peng Su looked at each other. The good-tempered smile on Lin Yanluo's face immediately disappeared. He pointed at Peng Su's nose and cursed, "Old Peng, are you sick? You do whatever I tell you not to do, right? The meeting place is in the south of the underworld. Can you three quarrel so much that it reaches the First Hall in the north? You even broke the window on purpose. You just want to drag Sang Qiqi into the water!"
Peng Su snorted, "What do you mean by dragging a little girl down with you? Why are you being so harsh? I saw that little girl hated those two old men, so I gave her a chance to relax and get even. Besides, that guy just made a lot of noise but didn't do anything. He just punished her with confinement. As for that little girl in your department, you're still the one holding her back. Didn't you hear what that guy said? You can't beat a little girl, but you come to him and cry? Think about whether you have the nerve to do that."
Lin Yanluo: “…”
Is there a possibility that the man said this on purpose because he knew that the girl was very good at fighting?
The topic circumvented Sang Qiqi. Lin Yanluo raised his chin towards Peng Su and asked, "So, have you figured it out? Is it true that Shan Xuelin hasn't recovered yet?"
Peng Su shook his head. "No, look at his face when he caught my axe. It was as pale as when he died and turned into a ghost. And when that little girl from the First Hall punched him, didn't he stand still? He actually fell to the ground. It made me laugh to death."
Lin Yanluo: "If she punches you, you might even fall to the ground."
Peng Su glared at him: "Why, have you sat there before?"
Lin Yanluo rolled his eyes. Unexpectedly, the topic returned to Sang Qiqi again, so he decisively changed the subject again: "Don't mention this, let's continue talking about Shan Xuelin."
Peng Su thought to himself, what else is there to say?
Aren’t all the tests over?
"When the previous Lord of Fengdu took office, Shan Xuelin hid in his Fourth Hall under the pretext of being seriously injured. Although he has been very annoying over the years, it seems that he has never done anything bad or evil."
"How do you know he didn't do it? How could you know if he did it secretly behind your back?" Lin Yanluo sneered, disdaining his friend's speculation. "How can a traitor like him be a good person?"
Peng Su touched his chin and muttered, "It seems so."
He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't bother to think about it. Anyway, Lin Yanluo and that person were investigating the matter, so he nudged Lin Yanluo's arm with his elbow, said a soft "eh", and asked Lin Yanluo: "Does the girl in your First Hall have any thoughts on transferring to another department? She has a great temperament and a strong spirit, and she is perfect to be my employee!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yanluo immediately took three steps back, distanced himself from him, and acted as if he was facing a formidable enemy: "Get lost, I'm the most suitable person to be your employee, you're such a jerk!"
Peng Su: “…”
Such a familiar swear word.
He continued to poach her without giving up: "Seriously, I can train her to be the future King of Hell of our Sixth Palace!"
Lin Yanluo said expressionlessly: "I can do it too."
Peng Su was still struggling: "It would be a waste to put her skills in your First Hall."
Lin Yanluo: "If you fight from south to north like we did today, her skills will not be wasted."
Peng Su: “…”
I can’t explain it, I really can’t explain it.
Peng Su sighed heavily, rubbed his messy beard, and left with regret.
Lin Yanluo successfully protected his cub. He snorted lightly, lifted the tail of his robe, and returned to the First Hall in a heroic and high-spirited manner.
But when he saw Sang Qiqi's face, he suddenly felt that it was not impossible to throw Sang Qiqi to the Sixth Palace.
Raising his hand to signal Sang Qiqi to shut up and not ask any questions, Lin Yanluo found a ghost messenger, handed him the booklet with the items written on it, and said to him, "Take this to Peng Yanjun in the Sixth Hall and tell him that this is the list of items damaged in our First Hall. Ask him to pay the money as soon as possible."
The ghost responded and turned to leave.
Sang Qiqi stood nearby and glimpsed the astronomical figures above. She suddenly realized the true value of Lin Yanluo's words, "You two will have to pay for the work together."
Looking at it this way, Lin Yanluo is still the best.
Lin Yanluo watched the ghost leave, then turned and walked towards the table. As he walked, he asked, "What do you think of Shan Xuelin's abilities?"
Shan Xuelin?
Sang Qiqi thought for a moment and said truthfully, "He's vulnerable and a piece of trash among the Ten Yama Kings. I suggest that the position of Yama King of the Fourth Hall be given to me."
Lin Yanluo's eye twitched, and he asked again, "What about Chao Song?"
Sang Qiqi answered truthfully again: "Very impressive. He can still sit on the throne of Yama in the Eighth Hall for two more years."
Hearing this answer, which was very different from Peng Su's, but had similar meaning, Lin Yanluo lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment before asking, "Have you finished reading Qingcheng's interrogation record?"
Sang Qiqi: “???”
Is this topic jumping a bit too far?
She walked to the opposite side of Lin Yanluo and picked up the notes again: "I've read almost everything. Actually, there's nothing interesting to see. There's not much useful information."
"really."
"Is it true that he can't contact Pingyangzi?" Sang Qiqi pointed at a line of text. It said there was no way Qingcheng could contact Pingyangzi, and even if he returned to his old Taoist temple, he wouldn't necessarily see him. In other words, whether or not he could meet Pingyangzi depended entirely on Qingcheng's luck.
"It's true. This Pingyangzi is more cautious than we thought." Lin Yanluo said, "It's very difficult to find out who Pingyangzi is and what's behind him."
Sang Qiqi also agreed.
But the more difficult the work, the more points she gets, so she is still very motivated.
She suggested, "Why don't we just sit back and wait? Get a few people to guard the Taoist temple where Pingyangzi and Qingcheng are? What if Pingyangzi comes back someday?"
Of course Lin Yanluo thought of this method.
And he also sent people to see it.
only……
"The Taoist temple burned down in a fire not long after Qingcheng left." Lin Yanluo saw Sang Qiqi's wide eyes after he finished speaking, and pursed his lips before continuing, "It's said that the dry weather caused a wildfire, burning the temple and the mountain to the ground. If you search the mortal world now, you might still find news reports from that time. Qingcheng even returned to the Taoist temple for this reason, and after discovering the story was true, he left again."
He knew what Pingyangzi was capable of, so he was not worried.
He even wondered, with Pingyangzi's abilities, could he not predict and prevent a wildfire? Since Pingyangzi had allowed the wildfire to happen, it meant that he might have deliberately ignored it.
"Maybe they're trying to cover up something." Lin Yanluo said, "There are a few ghost messengers checking out the situation over there, but they're probably going to return empty-handed."
"What a pity. Whether it's the Taoist temple or Pingyangzi's master and senior brother, nothing is left."
Although Lin Yanluo didn't say anything, the expression on his face clearly showed that he agreed with Sang Qiqi's regret.
"Keep me informed if there's any new news. I'm leaving now."
"OK."
Watching the people leave, Lin Yanluo suddenly thought of something and slapped his head hard, "Oh, I forgot something."
At the same time, Sang Qiqi had just arrived at the entrance of the funeral service when Zhang Lin rushed out. Zhang Lin's eyes lit up immediately when he saw her. As he pulled her inside, he whispered, "Here comes this incredibly handsome guy. He says he's an employee prepared for you by the underworld!"
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