A busy day in the underworld begins with the morning rush hour.
Old Jia got off the car that could practically squeeze a nearly 200-pound fat man like a paper doll, and finally managed to get into the office, hoping to cool off for a while.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw a very handsome young man sitting at his workstation.
Holding the documents he had organized and put into the locker a couple of days ago, he flipped through them while throwing them around everywhere, making a mess of his room with papers all over the floor. His posture was also really unbearable to look at.
Who would put their feet up on someone else's table on their own turf?
Old Jia felt that he must be doing it wrong.
So I closed the door and turned the doorknob again.
When the door was opened again this time, the office, which had been in a complete mess, was indeed no longer visible.
Because a figure completely blocked his view.
"Are you the registrar of our small world in the Underworld?" The rather handsome young man looked the old man up and down.
Old Jia always felt that he was being disliked, and it was a very superficial dislike of his appearance.
He was so angry that he puffed out his chest and raised his head... well, not really. When he puffed out his chest, his potbelly protruded above his chest, to the point that he couldn't even breathe back down.
Old Jia had no choice but to reluctantly pull his belly back in.
Can you blame him? Who would have thought that a person's ghost would remain in the state it was in before death?
Isn't it just that he's gotten older and hasn't had time to take care of his physique, and because he's been busy with work, his hairline has been receding?
When he was young, he was a well-known handsome young man in the surrounding villages!
If he had died ten... uh, twenty years earlier! His looks wouldn't have been bad either!
However, it must be said that the young man in front of me, whom I don't know, is quite handsome.
Old Jia reluctantly decided to accept that when he stood next to his younger self (twenty years younger), his younger self would be ranked first and he second.
But being good-looking is no excuse for his misbehavior.
"I am indeed the registrar." However, years of experience have made Old Jia always have a kind and smiling face towards everyone. Even in a messy office, he can still smile and invite people to sit down and pour them a cup of tea.
At the same time, he quietly told his colleagues to quickly help him find the leader.
How could a mere clerk like him possibly handle this matter?
This person in front of me may be good-looking, but what if he's a monster in human clothing? What if I beat him up without any reason?
His old arms and legs can't take it, so he needs to ask his superiors for help.
Yes, in the underworld, the higher the rank of an official, the lower their position.
"Young man, we need to stay calm when we encounter problems outside. We can't be so impatient. Impatience is bad for your liver," Old Jia said to him gently.
"I am over a thousand years old," was the reply he received.
Old Jia was choked up.
Good heavens, he's older than him, the one who's a clerk in the underworld.
He died less than two hundred years ago, and even including his age in life, he was less than three hundred years old.
It's less than a third of a person's life.
Old Jia shrank back, becoming even more wary of the person in front of him.
Is there even a question? It must be people from this small world under his jurisdiction who came to the underworld to cause trouble because they were dissatisfied with their lifespans.
The problem is that he was just a clerk in charge of recording things; the real decision-makers about a person's lifespan and fate were the judges below.
What good is it for this person to come and cause trouble, except to tear up the already settled Book of Life and Death?
Since the last major disturbance that occurred, which resulted in the destruction of the Book of Life and Death and causing lifespan problems for a group of monkeys, the Underworld has long since implemented paperless operations.
All information is entered into the electronic system; paper documents are only for archiving, so tearing them up won't do any good.
Old Jia wiped his sweat. "Well, I'm just a lowly clerk, the kind who keeps records. If you have any complaints, just wait a moment, and I'll go find our leader for you."
"Please have some tea first, and tell me exactly what you think we did wrong."
"I am Lao Jia. I don't know how to address you?"
“Xiao Wangyan,” said the good-looking young man.
"Mr. Xiao," Old Jia immediately changed his tone, "what brings you here today?"
"Is there something wrong with your underworld's statistical procedures?" Xiao Wangyan leaned casually against the sofa in Lao Jia's office, which was used for receiving guests. "I've gone through the entire Book of Life and Death over the past hundred years, but I still haven't found the person I'm looking for."
Old Jia felt a sense of relief.
Thank goodness, judging from the tone, it's not like they want to bring a dead person back to life.
Everything can be resolved, but this is the most troublesome situation, one that no civil servant in the underworld wants to encounter.
"Who is this person you're talking about...?" Old Jia asked him.
“Ji Mo Fan, this name should have appeared in the Book of Life and Death more than eighty years ago.” Xiao Wangyan flicked his finger, and a folder on the table in the distance was drawn to his hand by a wisp of black energy, and began to turn on its own without any wind.
"But I have searched through the entire Book of Life and Death for the past hundred years, and I still can't find this name anywhere."
Old Jia's heart, which had been half relieved, started racing again. "Um... could it be that you've remembered the name wrong?"
"After all, so much time has passed. Or perhaps he had other names? Any name used for him in the Book of Life and Death could be recorded."
Old Jia was inwardly groaning, never expecting that Xiao Wangyan would come looking for something from so long ago.
He has a good memory. Since he took up this judgeship, he has handled all the affairs over the past hundred years. Even if he can't remember the details, he will be familiar with the names as long as he hears them.
He had absolutely no recollection of the name Ji Mo Fan.
Furthermore, although the name used in the Book of Life and Death may not be the most official name of the deceased, it is certainly the name with the highest recognition in the small world, so there is basically no situation where such a person cannot be found.
“I’ve checked all the other names he’s used, and none of them have that person in them,” Xiao Wangyan said. “There must be something wrong with your records.”
Old Jia felt a chill run down his spine.
If this were true, it would be a major blunder by the underworld!
A wandering spirit has been roaming the human world for decades, and for so many years no ghost hunter has noticed anything amiss.
They either turned into powerful vengeful ghosts, or for some reason they lost their souls.
Each of these incidents would be so serious that it would lead to the resignation of a large number of people.
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