"Wait!" Feng Guang shouted excitedly, "Are you sure you're not mistaken?! I didn't call..."
"Everyone who is going to the underworld says so."
"I'm not Tang Xiaole! Brother Ghost Officer, you've arrested the wrong person!"
The man, looking listless, said, "I still need to water the flowers."
"ha?"
"I can't waste my time."
As soon as he finished speaking, he tugged at the chain, and in the blink of an eye, only the corpse of a woman in white and Feng Guang's soulless body remained in the empty lawn.
Behind a tree, the woman who had seen the ghost messenger disappear... or rather, the female ghost, floated out, took one last look at her own corpse, her emotions indescribable, and then drifted away.
Even the darkest underworld is bustling with life today... Nonsense!
When Feng Guang opened her eyes again, the man had taken her to the underworld. And coincidentally, their destination was the Deep-Fried Hell. Listening to the wailing of thousands of ghosts in the boiling lake was definitely not a good experience!
Feng Guang's hands were bound by chains, the other end of which was held by the man's hand. So, their figures, one in front of the other, looked just like he was walking a dog, and the dog was naturally Feng Guang!
"I've already told you, you've kidnapped the wrong person, I'm really not that Tang Xiaole..." Feng Guang's mouth was already dry from repeating this sentence all the way, but the man walking in front of her ignored him and automatically blocked out all the sounds she made.
She was so angry she wanted to kill someone!
Without stopping, he led her on a tour of the entire eighteen levels of hell. Her initial fear and disgust gradually turned into numbness. She deeply believed that this direct tour was a good way to cure her fear of ghosts. Perhaps there was nothing in this world that could frighten her anymore.
Finally, he led her... or rather, held her hand, to a red wooden bridge. In the distance, a waterfall cascaded down, the water flowing along the riverbed, its end unknown. On both banks of the river, patches of red spider lilies stretched as far as the eye could see. Below the red wooden bridge flowed the clear river water, and on the bridge sat a girl. However, this girl was dressed in studded clothes, ripped jeans, and had long, dyed yellow hair. By all accounts, she looked like a non-mainstream, delinquent girl.
There was a long queue in front of her. She would hand each person who passed by a bottle of beverage that looked like it was packaged in an AD calcium box. If the person refused to drink it, she would simply press their head onto the table and force them to drink it.
The scenery was breathtaking.
The man in black with white hair led Feng Guang to the front of the line, saying, "I've brought the person. Don't ask me to go to the human world next time; I'm very busy."
"Isn't it just about looking at those flowers? We've been looking at them for thousands of years, don't you ever get tired of it?" The blonde girl in modern clothes was the complete opposite of the man in ancient costume.
Every ghost needs to be watched by the ghost messengers who catch them, until they are reincarnated. Everyone wants to get things done as soon as possible, but when faced with this man who cut in line, they didn't dare to utter a single word.
"If we weren't short-handed, I wouldn't have asked you to go." The blond-haired girl opened a notebook, pointed to a name, and said, "Alright, alright, I won't waste your precious time. Let's deal with the soul you captured first."
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