In the hall of the Hell's Reincarnation Office, Ouyang Fangfei was queuing with her number Z44444, waiting for her next reincarnation.

"Hey, do you smell that strange smell? It stinks so bad." A female ghost in red covered her nose in disgust and poked the hungry ghost in front of her.

"I smell it." The hanged man turned his head. Because he exerted too much force, his long neck was swung into a strange shape and his head was tilted to one side.

"I smell it, and I thought my nose was broken. I haven't smelled anything since I died. How come I still smell bad after becoming a ghost?" The hanged ghost covered his nose with a handkerchief, looking very disgusted and uncomfortable.

"You've only been dead for less than a hundred years, right?" A handsome and imposing underworld staff member wearing a full black uniform, 1.9 meters tall, asked proactively.

"Well, I've been dead for 55 years. Alas, the fertility rate in the world is getting lower and lower. I have waited so long and was only notified today to come and handle the reincarnation procedures." The female ghost in red saw the staff, suppressed her nausea, took her hand away from her nose, and saluted respectfully.

"No wonder. You don't know that the soul of a ghost has a smell. Ordinary people's souls are colorless and odorless. People who have done good deeds in the past have a fragrant smell. The more merits they have, the fragrant and better they smell." The staff explained.

"Do the souls of evil people stink? We smell the stench now because there are people here. Didn't the ghost do something unforgivable in the past?" The female ghost in red was very smart and understood it immediately.

"Um."

The hanged ghost immediately raised her arm and smelled herself, and was relieved when she didn't smell any bad smell. Of course, the ghost was not angry, she just made a relieved gesture.

"Sir, I killed someone, why doesn't it stink?" asked the hanged ghost.

The staff took out the Huayao mobile phone they carried with them and took a picture of the hanged ghost. The hanged ghost's face immediately appeared on the screen.

"Oh, the man you killed was your ex-husband who was a heavy drinker, whore, gambler, and domestic abuser. After you divorced him, he came to you and threatened that if you didn't remarry, he would kill your parents, your brother, sister-in-law, and even your three-year-old niece. For the sake of your family, you pretended to reconcile with him and then found an opportunity to poison him to death."

"Because your ex-husband's mother cooked for him, you had no chance to poison him, and you didn't want to kill your ex-mother-in-law who was kind to you, so you got the poison, got it, got it..."

The handsome man looked at the text on his phone and was too embarrassed to read it out. The hanged ghost naturally took over the conversation, "I smeared the poison on myself, especially on the heavy parts. When that beast was making love with me at night, he died before the end. The poison in my body also seeped into his skin, so he couldn't survive, so he was hanged directly."

The red-dressed female ghost blinked her eyes and gave the hanged ghost a thumbs up, "Great, my sister."

The handsome man coughed dryly and took over the conversation, "We found out that your ex-husband raped two female students during his divorce from you because he couldn't stand the loneliness. He also took indecent videos of them and threatened them not to call the police. Killing him is like getting rid of harm for the people. We in the underworld are now working in a humane way. We will investigate the reasons why ghosts kill people. If they kill bad people, we will not punish them arbitrarily, and we will let these people be reborn as humans in their next life."

The red-clothed female ghost flattered him, saying that it was great that the underworld had become modernized. Then she asked, "Sir, where does the stench here come from?"

The handsome ghost pointed at Ouyang Fangfei and said with contempt, "That's her. Look at the number eight and countless characters printed on her arm. That means she went through more than 10,000 words of torture in the eighth level of hell, including having her tongue pulled out and being boiled in oil."

This kind of punishment is purgatory. Even in her soul state now, Ouyang Fangfei can be seen in great pain.

"Oh," the red-dressed female ghost exclaimed, "What crime did she commit?"

"Humph, murdering your mother, killing your brother, and poisoning your father."

"No better than pigs and dogs." The red-clothed female ghost and the hanged ghost said in unison.

There are several windows in the hall. Suddenly, a voice from window number 4 asked in disbelief, "Why should I be a maggot in my next life? I haven't killed anyone in my life. I don't want to be a maggot in the shit pile."

"I want to complain to the judge. I want to find King Yan."