Yama Hall.

A 3D holographic projection of the eighteen levels of hell emerged.

[The first level of hell: (can be customized).]

[Currently detected monsters: Drowned Ghost, Smiling Ghost.]

Shen Jian clicked on the first floor.

The gray space stretches as far as the eye can see.

Two ghosts walked aimlessly on the first level of hell.

In the traditional eighteen levels of hell, each level has a clear division of labor.

The first level is tongue pulling hell.

Specially punish those who sow dissension, have smooth tongues, and clever words.

Neither Drowning Ghost nor Smiling Ghost fit this point.

But now the underworld is prospering with all kinds of waste, and everything needs to be simplified.

It's enough to be punished, don't ask for too much.

Shen Jian had an idea.

A hearse suddenly appeared on the first level of hell.

The ghost teacher sat in the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator, and the hearse suddenly took off.

He crashed straight into the two ghosts.

Drowned Ghost:......

I'm super, you old six.

He ran away, followed by a hearse.

He flees, he pursues, but they are unable to escape.

As the drowned ghost was knocked away, a wisp of yin energy was collected.

Evil deeds-1.

Pain max.

Hell aspect: Yin Qi 1.

[The first level of hell: hearse hell (already set).]

[Second Level of Hell: (Unlockable)]

[Unlocking conditions: 10 or more monsters with bad karma.]

…

After solving the problem of the Eighteen Hells, Shen Jian returned to the rental house.

Sadako was wearing pure white clothes, with her black and shiny shawl hair falling down, and she was crawling out of the TV little by little.

He stuffed a plate of cold red grapes that had been soaked in well water into Shen Jian's mouth.

Attentive service.

Nothing to do today, just arranging flowers and jade.

a long time.

Only then did Shen Jian remember the business.

He opened the game panel, and rows of data appeared.

[Player: King Yama]

【Level:10】

[Identity: King of Hell]

[Ability: Ghost pressure, ghost energy]

[Strength: 30] (the limit for ordinary people is 10)

【Speed: 30】

[Yin Qi: 400]

【Thriller Coin:9300】

[Tricks: ghost dice, ghost rope, ghost skirt, man-eating doll. 】

[Note: The player has reached level 10 and is out of the rookie stage. The next dungeon will be an advanced dungeon. After clearing this dungeon, you can turn on the two-star dungeon difficulty and go to the horror world. 】

[Dungeon countdown: 35:00]

"After two S-level evaluations, I reached level 10. I am out of the novice stage, which is not bad."

Shen Jian nodded.

I especially noticed the last sentence on the panel: You can go to the horror world.

The ghost county he drove through in the dungeon of the supernatural funeral parlor should be a certain location in the horror world.

The yin energy there is very strong and not suitable for living people to survive.

Only by obtaining an identity certificate in the horror world can you walk safely like a ghost. This is a place that Shen Jian is very interested in.

He speculated that the horror world may have become a world of its own and turned into another kind of underworld.

As the orthodox King of Hell of the underworld, he wanted to conduct an on-the-spot investigation.

Bring back some souvenirs.

When it comes to doing business, he is serious.

…

The next day.

Shen Jian was lying on the sofa.

A soft, boneless hand gently pressed on his forehead, and strands of long black hair hung down. The breeze blew, disturbing people's hearts.

Nothing to do today, just listen to music.

Watch Miss Mary's dress-up show.

Sailor uniform, maid uniform, stewardess uniform, leather show...

The slender long legs are covered by Yin Qi, giving them a vague sense of mystery.

Cell phones don’t smell good anymore.

He understood a question that had always puzzled him:

Aren't they bored when there were no mobile phones in ancient times?

Of course it's not boring.

Listening to music is one of the great pleasures in life.

Even more advanced, there are girls from Jiaoshifang who recite poems and compose poems, which are elegant, really elegant.

cell phone?

Dregs.

"Jingle Bell."

The cell phone rings.

Shen Jian took a look.

It's not a supernatural call, it's boring.

He picked it up casually.

"Hello, is this a supernatural detective agency? I suspect there is a ghost in our company."

On the phone, there came the timid voice of a little girl, as if she was speaking in a lowered voice.

Shen Jian was stunned.

Only then did I remember that I still had a job.

On the eve of graduation from college, the system was activated. He searched for a month but couldn't find any ghosts, so he chose to join a supernatural detective agency, hoping to find ghosts in this way.

However, the results can be imagined.

No grains were harvested.

Unexpectedly, he resigned and someone called him.

Oh, he remembered.
To be continued...