Chapter 20 Chapter 20 The King of Hell was struck by thunder from the heavens.
The ghost viewers watched the King of Hell's intimate behavior towards the extradited person through the live broadcast room. Most of them subconsciously did not consider more complicated possibilities, but instead cautiously asked the easy-going ghost messenger for information.
"Could it be that Mr. You is actually a descendant of the King of Hell, and therefore is being cared for by the King of Hell after coming to the underworld?"
The ghost messenger quickly said, "Be careful with your words, comrade ghost. We in the underworld never use nepotism to shield our descendants, okay?"
The ghost coughed twice and continued, "Besides, have you ever seen any descendants treat their 'ancestors' like Mr. You?"
The ghosts thought so too. Seeing Mr. You's confident attitude in giving orders, he might be the ancestor of the King of Hell.
So a ghost said more cautiously, "Could it be... I'm just guessing, could it be that His Majesty the King of Hell and Mr. You have... that kind of relationship?"
The ghost nodded in a cryptic tone: "Shh—this is a secret."
Hearing this, the ghosts felt that the secret seemed to be well known.
"Wow, so this is considered a love affair between a superior and a subordinate. Isn't there such a taboo in the underworld?" A ghost was curious.
The ghost messenger said that those who understand will understand: "The taboos of the King of Hell are the taboos of the underworld."
The ghosts nodded.
In the extradition office, No. 006 cooked the fish. Another ghost ate the whole fish, expressed his gratitude with satisfaction, and then left the extradition office to drink soup from Meng Po.
After she left, the wall randomly displayed the situation of a dying person in the mortal world who had just accessed the live broadcast room where No. 006 was.
It was also an old lady of considerable age. Judging from the environment, she should be in a rural kitchen. The old lady was holding a pot of freshly cooked braised pork, staring blankly at the water tank - a strange scene had just appeared on the water surface.
She didn't understand the so-called "live broadcast", but she could see an old man whose only obsession after death was to eat a whole fish by himself, and she felt sympathy for him.
"What is this... Oh, maybe God knows I'm going to die, so he wants me to see where I'll go after I die." The old woman came to the old eight-immortals table with the still steaming braised pork in her hand and sat down. In addition to a bowl of white rice, there was also an opened bottle of pesticide on the table.
The ghosts in the underworld panicked when they saw this scene.
"Oh my god, is she planning to commit suicide after her last meal?"
"Well, let me give you a comparison of hell. She's better than No. 006. At least she knew not to carry regrets into her afterlife and to eat a good meal before she died..."
"This comparison isn't funny at all. Oh, can you please stop them?"
In the picture on the Zhiyin Wall, an old woman in the world of the living is eating a whole bowl of braised pork seriously.
However, just as she finished her bowl of white rice with meat, the door of the main hall was pushed from the outside. An old man shouted, "What's going on? Why are you closing the door in broad daylight, old woman? Why are you being lazy? Come and open the door!"
The old woman was obviously caught off guard by the old man's sudden return. She stood up subconsciously, feeling a little awkward, and took two steps towards the door with the bowl in her hand. Then she remembered to turn around and put the bowl down first. As she put the bowl down, her eyes fell on the braised pork that she had not finished eating. She felt even more awkward for a moment, and picked up the bowl of rice and the bowl of braised pork that she had just put down and wanted to hide them in the kitchen first.
But in her haste, she knocked over the opened pesticide bottle, and the pungent smell of pesticide spilled onto the table. The old woman was stunned for a moment, looking at the braised pork in her hand that had just avoided the pesticide, and was somewhat relieved that the taste of the meat was not ruined. She had fried it so specially that it was fragrant...
The old man outside was still pushing the door open while shouting in dissatisfaction: "Where are you? Old woman? Where the hell have you been? I was wondering why you didn't want to go visit relatives with me yesterday. It turns out you wanted to be lazy at home. Why are you sleeping so hard in the middle of the day?"
The old woman listened to the old man's rough voice, stood quietly beside the eight-immortals table with her bowl in hand, and looked at the pesticide liquid dripping from the table with her old eyes. Suddenly, she recalled the old woman she saw on the water just now, who went to the underworld after her death and ate fish...an old woman just like her.
The old woman in the mortal world gritted her teeth, put down the braised pork, and poured herself another bowl of white rice. She sat back down regardless of anything else and ate the entire bowl of meat and the soup with the rice until she was extremely full.
During this process, the smell of pesticide on the table was very clear, and the movement of the old man who knocked on the door for a while and then stopped cursing was also very clear.
The old woman finished a hearty, refreshing meal and decided—she wouldn't die. Seeing the fate of that old woman in the underworld, even after death, she'd still be blamed by her husband and son for not having her as a babysitter. What was the point? Better to live. If she wasn't happy, the whole family would be unhappy together. Why had she toiled all her life for this family, only to have to be discreet and avoid eating a bowl of meat? She didn't do any less farm work than the old man!
The ghosts in the underworld breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the old woman just went to the kitchen and put down the bowl, and had no intention of continuing to drink the pesticide.
Then they saw the old woman open the main hall door and say to the old man who was sitting in the yard and about to get angry when he saw the door open, "Why are you back so early? Didn't you say you would be gone for three days?"
The old man got even angrier when he heard her tone and words: "What do you mean? I'm not going to come back to my own home, right? What were you doing in there just now? Did you deliberately not open the door for me?"
As he got closer, the old man first smelled the pungent smell of pesticides, but then he smelled the lingering smell of meat. He flew into a rage: "You're eating alone at home? You're so old, aren't you ashamed?"
Seeing the old man's attitude, the old woman was even more thankful that she hadn't drunk the pesticide. She grabbed the edge of the door and gnashed her teeth, which were no longer straight due to her age, and yelled back, "I ate it, so what do you want with it? You old man have been eating it all by yourself for so many years, so what's wrong with me eating it too!"
The old man didn't expect his old woman to dare to speak to him like that. He was so angry that he jumped up and down: "What are you doing! Are you going to get into the coffin? Are you getting too cocky?"
The old woman took a few steps and picked up the broom placed in the corner by the door. "That's right! I'm tired of living and ready to get into the coffin. Why should I be afraid of you? Let's see who gets into the coffin first!"
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At this point, in the Extradition Department office, You Yunyi saw that the time was almost up, so he knocked on the peephole and turned off the screen on the Zhiyin Wall.
The audience ghosts sighed: "Oh, if only we could see them fighting next! That's right, if they dare to die, what else can they not dare to do? Life is interesting, and we find it more interesting to watch the fun."
"Alas, the screen has gone dark again. Today's live broadcast is over."
Thanks to the fact that the footage of old lady No. 006 and the corresponding dying person in the mortal world took a long time, although No. 005 didn't take up much time, You Yunyi didn't have to broadcast another No. 007. He turned off the live broadcast and then called out the numbers.
After the current round of one hundred ghosts has been seen, the extradition office will temporarily close its doors to visitors as usual.
You Yunyi came to the world of the living, but did not see Lin Yujing in the house.
This was actually a bit abnormal. After all, Lin Yujing, the King of Hell, was really free most of the time. Even if he had official business to attend to occasionally, he would finish it before You Yunyi got off work.
You Yunyi only has a few hours of rest in the afternoon every day, and Lin Yujing doesn't want to miss even one of them.
Especially... Since two years ago, You Yunyi's soul has become increasingly weak, and the merits he can accumulate at the Underworld Extradition Department have become increasingly thin - although You Yunyi has been quite bad at the Extradition Department, he didn't start being bad two years ago. He has had this work attitude for almost five hundred years. There has been no change in the results of his work, but the feedback of merit "performance" is much less based on the same extradition results.
You Yunyi died a thousand years ago. He was weak and sickly during his lifetime and died young. After his death, his soul was so weak that it was unprecedented and unparalleled. He had no obsessions that needed to be resolved, but he could not drink the Mengpo soup that Mengpo made for him to try with different flavors.
If you can't drink Mengpo soup or cross the Naihe Bridge, you naturally can't queue up to be reincarnated.
You Yunyi, a weak and out-of-place ghost, wandered in the underworld until the King of Hell took the initiative to open a transfer office, allowing him to accumulate merit and strengthen his soul in the process of converting obsessive ghosts. When his soul was strong enough from the nourishment of merit, he could be reincarnated.
But in the end, the various aspects of human life are nothing more than the daily necessities of life, friends and family. They are a big deal for every living person and their ghost after death, but they are not worth mentioning in the vast universe. The so-called merits transformed from obsessions can only be hoped to accumulate little by little and become like Jingwei filling the sea.
But even after so many years of filling, the sea is still rippling and boundless. You Yunyi has actually given up the opportunity to accumulate enough merit to be reincarnated long ago.
Although the work at the Extradition Department was boring, in order to avoid being at the bottom of the performance list in the underworld and attracting criticism from ghosts - mainly because You Yunyi himself couldn't stand being at the bottom, and felt that even if he didn't care about his face, he couldn't put his face at the bottom - he, a temporary worker without a regular job, had to handle a hundred numbers a day, and overtime was the norm.
But anyway, he has lived in the form of a soul for so long that he has long been accustomed to it. Moreover, he can go to the world of the living for a stroll after work. It doesn't matter whether he is reincarnated or not. He no longer thinks about it and feels more at ease.
——This was what You Yunyi had originally planned, and Lin Yujing also thought it was a good idea. He calmly thought of a way to make the extradition office known to Tiandao and give You Yunyi a "position".
It was not until two years ago that You Yunyi's soul began to become unstable. If it were not for the merits he had accumulated in the past protecting him, he would have died long ago - no soul has ever stayed in the underworld for thousands of years. After the symptoms of You Yunyi's imminent death appeared, Lin Yujing was also at a loss. Then, he came up with the "live broadcast" as an excuse for a modern office model to allow You Yunyi's extradition office to communicate between Yin and Yang.
The merit gained by changing the original destiny of a dying person and prolonging his life far exceeds what You Yunyi could gain by diligently and slacking off at the underworld's extradition office.
But benefits and risks coexist. The King of Hell is the lord of the underworld. Although he has certain rights to control the world of the living, it is still too sensitive to do so.
You Yunyi was already worried, so he wanted to minimize the impact of the live broadcast on the mortal world. Lin Yujing had been fine for the past few days, so he felt relieved. Unexpectedly, Lin Yujing suddenly disappeared today without leaving any message.
You Yunyi was only free at this time of day, and his soul was in danger. If Lin Yujing wasn't completely tied up, there was no way he wouldn't come to accompany You Yunyi. And if he took the initiative to leave temporarily for something, then he would have enough time to leave a message for You Yunyi to let him know his whereabouts.
But there is nothing, as if I was forced to leave due to an unexpected change...
You Yunyi sat in the living room and waited for more than an hour, then went back to the underworld to take a look, and then returned to the world of the living again.
This time, after waiting for less than half an hour, Lin Yujing finally came back, but he was in a very disheveled state. In the past, he was used to walking and going in and out of the world by himself and waiting for the elevator like ordinary people, but this time he appeared in the house out of thin air and did not have the energy to maintain the appearance of being a "human".
“Lin Yujing…” You Yunyi stepped forward to support Lin Yujing, whose robe was torn and whose face was injured.
Lin Yujing's hair was also spread out, and the judge's pen that was used as a wooden hairpin was crookedly inserted among the scattered hairs. If it weren't for the Judge's Pen's own ability, it would have fallen off long ago if it was replaced by an ordinary hairpin.
In addition, there was a strong smell of blood on Lin Yujing's body. You Yunyi touched his sleeves and found that they were wet.
Lin Yujing raised his arms to hug You Yunyi, lowering his head and resting his chin on You Yunyi's shoulder. He then chuckled and said, "I got your white shirt all dirty... It's okay, Xiao You, it's just that too many people in the mortal world were affected, and the Heavenly Dao discovered what happened in this little corner, and was a little angry and sent down thunder. I ran pretty fast, so the thunder didn't strike our house, but it's been so long since I last experienced thunder, so I'm a little uncomfortable."
"It will be fine soon, don't worry."
You Yunyi was silent for a moment as he smelled the bloody odor, then said, "I understand... Since I've already been discovered by the Heavenly Dao, I'll pay more attention to the live broadcast from now on and try to finish accumulating merit as soon as possible."
Lin Yujing smiled and rubbed You Yunyi's cheek: "Okay."
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