Chapter 212 Be a Good Person
The originally dark ancient palace suddenly lit up at this moment, and a giant nearly 20,000 feet tall looked down at Mao Yu.
He was not like the ghosts and gods in the underworld outside who were dressed in heavy armor and had a sharp sense of oppression from ghosts and gods. Instead, he was dressed in a gorgeous robe, holding a book in his left hand and a pen in his right hand, giving the feeling that he was from a scholarly family.
"But... under such a terrifying figure, people still can't help but feel a sense of oppression."
Mao Yu thought to himself that at this moment he was lowering his head, trying to listen to the ghost and god chief who was leading him, but his mind was full of thoughts.
"Who could this be? One of the Ten Kings of Hell?"
"Or are there no Ten Kings of Hell at all, and only this one underworld ghost who decides life and death?"
"Is it the subordinate of Yin Tianzi?"
………
Thoughts one after another arose in Mao Yu's mind. He kept pondering the ghosts and gods in front of him, and also pondering how the ghosts and gods in front of him would judge him.
"When I was alive, I never did anything evil. Instead, I often participated in public welfare. I shouldn't be sentenced."
"Eighteen levels of hell, no matter which level it is, it's not easy to survive."
Mao Yu had just heard this ghost judge others. Basically, anyone sentenced would be sentenced to a hundred years in prison at the minimum. If he was sentenced like this, he estimated that he would go crazy halfway through his time in prison.
"Don't sentence me. It's good enough if I can be reincarnated as a human being. I don't ask for wealth or fame."
Mao Yu prayed silently in his heart, hoping that he would not be sent to hell or to the animal realm.
"You little brat, you have a lot on your mind."
The huge 20,000-foot-tall underworld god in the hall slowly spoke. The voice was like a muffled thunder exploding in the hall, which scared Mao Yu. There was surprise in his eyes, but he did not dare to look up, because the underworld god who brought him here did not look up.
"Yes, I can hear your thoughts."
"The underworld is a place that controls the cycle of life and death, and judges all right and wrong, good and evil in the world. You have no secrets from me."
"He really knows what I'm thinking. I can't let my imagination run wild."
Mao Yu subconsciously emptied his mind, but endless distracting thoughts naturally emerged in his mind.
Fortunately, the high and mighty god of the underworld didn't seem to care about his thoughts. He flipped the pages of the huge book in his hand, and the huge pages made a huge turning sound that Mao Yu had never heard in his life.
It sounded like a helicopter propeller turning.
“Clatter…”
The next moment, the sound of flipping books suddenly stopped.
The 20,000-foot-tall giant stroked the book and read word by word: "Mao Yu, from Jiangnan, Luo Town, was born at 7:00 pm on the sixth day of the fifth month of the Bingzi year and died at 7:00 pm on the second day of the fourth month of the Wuxu year. He lived to be 23 years old. He had no major faults in his life and did many good deeds. He once..."
His voice sounded like a verdict, a verdict on Mao Yu's life, that is, the final conclusion on his life's behavior.
Many things that Mao Yu himself could not remember were dug up by him, without missing a single detail, as if the ghost in front of him knew his life better than he did.
"Is that the Book of Life and Death that he holds in his hand?"
Mao Yu couldn't suppress the random thoughts in his mind.
The Book of Life and Death is a magical book in ancient legends that determines the life and death of all people.
According to rumors, it records when everyone in the world is born and when they die.
Mao Yu listened to the person in front of him judging his life and couldn't help but want to look up at the legendary divine book.
But he couldn't control his thoughts and could only try to divert his attention away.
"According to what this ghost said, I should not be sentenced to the eighteen levels of hell, but should be able to reincarnate as a human."
Mao Yu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, as long as he could become an adult, that would be enough.
Even though people have a thousand kinds of work to do, Mao Yu still hopes to be a human being, because only humans can think and truly live.
In the hall, the ghost holding the giant book read Mao Yu's life bit by bit, and finally gave his own judgment:
"Mao Yu, you are a man of great virtue. You can be my ghost in the underworld."
"What?"
Mao Yu was completely stunned.
He was not the only one who was stunned. Mao Yu didn't know that his every move was being watched by hundreds of millions of people.
"What, does this mean he can become the god of death?"
On the land of North America, old John at home understood the meaning of the huge ghost that was more than 6,000 meters tall, which surprised him.
"Can you become the god of death?"
This couldn't help but surprise Old John, as he had just seen the ghosts outside the Ghost Gate.
It is so terrifying, and also so majestic.
But the person who just died in front of him is qualified to become the god of death.
This is like reaching heaven in one step.
"Is it because he is a good man?"
Good person, this word carries too many meanings. It should be a commendatory word, but in today's world, it sometimes often becomes a derogatory word.
Being kind won’t help you live a good life, but money and power can.
So there are many people who sneer at kindness, but at this moment, Old John felt that it was good to be a good person.
Good people may not have a glorious life when they are alive, but they can live a good life after death.
Moreover, those who do evil will face endless punishment in the afterlife.
Although Old John didn't quite understand what the punishments such as the Ice Hell and the Tongue-Pulling Hell meant, he could understand from the horrific sentences that they must be extremely horrific punishments.
A sentence of tens of thousands of years is enough to exceed the current recorded history of mankind.
Such criminal law, if enforced normally, is enough to drive these people crazy.
"So... you still have to be a good person!"
Old John strengthened his belief that he had never done anything bad, but now he decided to do five good things every day.
At least you can’t be sentenced after death!
"Be a good person. I believe there are many people who think the same as you do now."
Old John's wife looked at Old John and said softly.
"Yes, everyone should want to be a good person now." Old John nodded.
Yes, now everyone in the world has a dream of being a good person.
When people realize that everything will be settled after death, many evil thoughts can be suppressed.
But...some people are very distressed now.
"Damn it, I've been a villain for over thirty years, and you're just telling me now that villains go to hell?"
"Are you kidding me?"
In a mansion, Li Hu directly overturned his own table.
The glass on the table shattered into pieces in an instant.
Li Hu paced back and forth angrily.
“Fuck fuck fuck…”
Li Hu cursed as he walked, he was very confused.
Only one sentence can represent his inner voice: I had no chance before, but now I just want to be a good person.
There are countless people like Li Hu, who have the same ideas as Li Hu. I have been a villain for most of my life, and now you tell me to be a good person. Are you kidding me?
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(End of this chapter)
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