Lin Xi glanced at her master and asked, "What are you doing?"
Master Xuankong smiled and said, "I understand your intentions as a disciple showing respect to your master. You don't need to worry about your retirement in the future."
A few gold ingots are enough for dozens of meals; my disciple is truly generous.
Master Xuankong held the heavy gold ingot in his hands, his smile gradually brightening. "Hehe."
"what ever."
Linxi opened the gates of hell and returned to the human world.
The judge's attitude suddenly changed; the secrets hidden in the Book of Life and Death; her name; Fu Jingyao's past life.
A trip to the underworld has complicated matters again; let's deal with the Jiang family's affairs first.
...
At this moment, Cui Yu opened the eighteenth level of hell and locked the person in his hands inside.
He explained expressionlessly, "Three meals a day, delivered at 8 o'clock, 12 o'clock, and 7 o'clock. Lights out at 10 o'clock at night. If you have any requests, find the ghost messenger."
Qingwu pounded on the iron gate frantically, crying out, "No! Waaah!"
Life is so short. You learn to read at three, study feng shui at five, set up formations at ten, join an organization at eighteen, and become the second-in-command at nineteen.
He went to prison before he was even twenty.
Shi Kong ruined him!
While others experience dramatic ups and downs in life, he went straight to hell, avoiding the pitfalls of three lifetimes.
Looking at the densely packed ghosts, Qingwu didn't even have the strength to hang himself.
He died by hanging and became a ghost; his soul is still here!
Help! Someone please save him!
Qingwu, utterly despondent, gazed up at hell at a forty-five-degree angle, "Tears behind bars, my home..."
Cui Yu left the eighteenth level of hell and headed towards the Yama King's Palace.
The main gate of the temple was tightly closed, and the steps were covered with spider lilies; no one had come here for a long time.
That familiar presence was still gone; he hadn't returned.
Cui Yu stood at the door, her shoulders trembling, tears wetting her face beneath the demon mask.
He stood before the deserted gate and murmured to himself, "I see her. She is the one you have been searching for for thousands of years."
Congratulations, your wish has come true.
"Why haven't you come back yet? I shouldn't have agreed to temporarily manage the underworld. I've been managing it for five hundred years now, it's exhausted me..."
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