As Wang Yao listened to and watched all this, he felt a little confused. Was he in the underworld or in a company?
The man with the hoarse voice was quick and efficient, finishing the work in a few moments. The dancing ghosts left one after another. The man with the hoarse voice smoothed his disheveled hair, and Wang Yao saw a sweaty man's face. He looked to be in his thirties and was no different from an ordinary person.
"Excuse me, that was the motivational period and couldn't be interrupted. What brings you to the Underworld, Immortal?" the man with the hoarse voice asked. Although he addressed him as "Immortal," he didn't show much respect.
"Um... well, I caught a ghost, and I heard it's going to be brought here." Wang Yao paused for a moment before speaking.
"Oh? You've brought a ghost? Welcome, welcome. Here's what I'll do: I'll take you to the office for wandering ghosts. You hand the ghost over there, and then you're done with that."
As he spoke, the man with the hoarse voice picked up a skateboard from the wall, put one foot on it, waved to Wang Yao and Hui Shuo, and then slid forward a long distance.
The room wasn't big, and there was a small door at the far end. The man with the hoarse voice must have been used to it, because his figure disappeared outside the door in the blink of an eye.
"Damn it, is this kid addicted to playing or is he in a hurry? He's going so fast I can't keep up!" Wang Yao cursed inwardly, and hurriedly stepped out of the small door. He saw a long corridor with ghostly figures moving about busily. The raspy voice was nowhere to be seen.
Wang Yao and Hui Shuo were standing there bewildered when suddenly, that hoarse voice appeared again.
"Hurry up and catch up! I have a lot of things to do. This underworld guide job is a part-time job. If I'm delayed, you'll have to pay me my wages!" The man with the hoarse voice was very dissatisfied with the two men's slow response.
"Those who can enter here are not ordinary mortals from the human realm. Don't tell me you're slow. In the underworld, what we hate most are rotten ghosts who don't cherish time and don't work hard. Once you're in the underworld, you have to adapt to the pace here. A building every three days, a bridge every four days. Time waits for no ghost..."
As the hoarse-voiced man spoke, his feet moved faster and faster. The stairwell was narrow, and there were many ghosts coming and going, yet the hoarse-voiced man darted through it like a fish, moving with ease. Wang Yao thought to himself that he, an immortal, shouldn't be looked down upon by a ghost, so he immediately put his feet on the ground and followed closely.
"Father, Mother, I...I...Ouch..." Hui Shuo was having some trouble following behind, and almost bumped into the ghosts that were coming and going several times. However, the ghosts were very agile and avoided him.
"Ma Fan, what the hell are you doing? Taking such a slow stroll, are you out for a walk?" A ghost on a skateboard caught up from behind, turned around and shouted at the hoarse voice.
"The immortals who capture wandering ghosts in the human realm, take them to the Office of Wandering Souls." Ma Fan gestured to Wang Yao and the other two behind him.
"I'm so envious of your job as a guide in the underworld. You haven't had a single problem in years, yet you still get paid and have all your social security and housing fund contributions paid," the male ghost laughed.
"But whenever something happens, it's so damn annoying! I'm already so busy, and I still have to drag two little brats along." Ma Fan glanced at Wang Yao and the other man, who were panting heavily behind him, and complained to the male ghost.
"Be content, I couldn't even drag this out if I wanted to... I'm off!" The male ghost called out as he reached a fork in the road, then darted into the fork.
Wang Yao realized that the corridor must be several kilometers long. He had been running behind Ma Fan for half a day and was sweating profusely, but he still couldn't see the end.
Moreover, the building was incredibly large, and there were rows of open doors on both sides of the corridor. Every now and then, there were side passages that were exactly the same as the one the male ghost had just entered. It was impossible to know where those side passages led.
As Hui Shuo ran, he suddenly collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, and refused to move again.
"Get up quickly and walk slowly, don't give yourself a heart attack!" Wang Yao hurriedly stopped and tried to help Hui Shuo move around. Since becoming a fake monk, Hui Shuo had never done such strenuous exercise. Wang Yao noticed that his lips had turned purple.
"What is it now?" Ma Fan stopped his skateboard ahead and called out impatiently to Wang Yao and the other two.
"I'm not leaving. I'll just release the ghost here and be done with it." With that, Wang Yao was about to release Lin Yazhi from her captivity. Damn it, I came to the underworld to deliver ghosts, not to exercise. Why are you rushing around like this? Aren't you just torturing the immortals?
"Oh dear, I'm scared of you guys! Please don't let me go, or I'll get my performance bonus docked by the Underworld. I've already missed a lot of things because of you guys, and if my performance bonus is docked too, my entire month's income will be gone! Come on, Buddha, can you use my skateboard?"
Seeing that Wang Yao had lost his temper, Ma Fan immediately softened his attitude. He kept complaining while making Hui Shuo ride his skateboard. Hui Shuo finally caught his breath and, being a child at heart, curiously stepped onto the skateboard and started riding.
Ma Fan and Wang Yao followed behind, their speed slowing down. Ma Fan kept glancing at his watch, looking worried.
"Watch out, turn left ahead, turn left!" After wandering around for a while, Ma Fan suddenly reminded Hui Shuo to go into a side road on the left. "This is the East Eighth Underworld Commercial District. We need to go to the West Fifth Underworld Affairs District, so we have to go through here," Ma Fan explained to Wang Yao.
"This building is huge!" Wang Yao couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. Compared to this building, the Nantianmen Customs Administration building in the Immortal Realm was nothing more than a pigeon coop.
“That’s right, the entire underworld is inside this building, wouldn’t you say it’s huge?” Ma Fan said.
"What...? The entire underworld?" Wang Yao stared wide-eyed in astonishment.
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