If you are born in the Yang world and have an end, it doesn't matter if you die and return to the underworld. Both the Yang world and the underworld are similar, just like wandering in a foreign land.

All the past will always be lost in the long river of time. No matter how bright the old days are, they can only be dazzling in the memory, and they cannot match the light of the new sun.

The city in front of you is a lively scene, with people coming and going one after another, and shouts and shouts coming and going. If the word "Fengdu" on the city gate is blocked, it will look a bit like a human being.

"That's unreasonable! I thought the old immortal was considered a tyrant in the world back then! How could he end up in such a situation today?" A voice of complaint suddenly came from a certain restaurant, large or small.

"You have the nerve to say that! This matter isn't all your fault!" followed by a cold snort.

"Blame me? You brat, you are so arrogant. How can you blame me for this?" The complaint in the voice suddenly became weaker, but he still had the courage to speak.

"Nonsense! If it weren't for the fact that you were so noisy at that time, how could I have offended the subordinates of Lord Yishan King?" The person who spoke was none other than Wu Fan, who was already dead. Judging from his appearance, at this time, he

It's no different from a living person, which is indeed strange. But as long as you take another look at the word "Fengdu" on the city gate, everything will fall into place.

Going back to that day, Wu Fan passed a lot of difficulties, and finally the registration was completed, and he became a new ghost with an identity. Because he had accumulated a lot of people this time, subsequent registration would take a long time, so he went to Fengdu City for a short time.

for some time.

But not long after such good days, this group of new ghosts were gathered together under an order, and it was said that they were asked to make some contributions to the ghost world.

Logically speaking, Wu Fan has not done many evil deeds in his life, and his ranking is very high. He should be assigned to the three halls of officials, households, and rites to do easy errands. Even if he is not good at it, he is still a soldier. The second hall of punishment is more prestigious!

But at that time, the withered old immortal who was hiding in the iron rod kept shouting. The noise made Wu Fan suffer from a headache, so he could only scold him in a low voice. But this sound was regarded by the visitor as contradicting him, so he threw him away.

The lowest level workers can only do thankless drudgery.

Wu Fan was naturally very miserable at the beginning, but fortunately not long after, someone in the mortal world sent a huge sum of money to the Support Pavilion for him, which eased his tight life a little.

It can be said that the relationship between ghosts is as complex as the human relationship. Wu Fan struggled here for a long time and finally understood the new truth. If he continues to be simple, nothing will change. He can only change the status quo by learning to be diplomatic.

So he used the huge sum of money he got out of nowhere to bribe his boss, and his situation finally changed a little. Although he was still in the work hall at the moment, it was much better than the previous days when he got up early and worked late at night.

...At least he can still find time. Just like today, he can take the opportunity to come to Fengdu City and take some time off.

"Boy! Don't be so messy. Old Immortal, I am talking happily to myself, can you control me? If I want to blame you, it's because you are young and can't hold your breath and insist on talking too much?" The withered old Immortal was still unconvinced and taunted.

road.

"I don't care about you? I don't care about you!" Wu Fan looked helpless, "I just think you are a little funny!"

"How funny? Why is it so funny, old immortal?" the withered old immortal muttered.

"Look at you, you usually hide in this iron rod, protected from the wind and rain. It's obviously me who suffers the hard work. I really don't know what you have to complain about?" Wu Fan shrugged.

"Complaints? Lao Xian, I complained that I still do n’t think it’ s unconcerned for you? ”

Because they are familiar, they will mix a few words when they have nothing to do. And the two of them are dependent on each other, and they will not hurt the harmony because of these three words.

When Wu Fan and his old immortal mixed each other, there was suddenly a whispering voice passing by next to him.

"You see, that guy is so strange that he speaks in the same iron rod, weird!"

"Shh! Don't talk nonsense, I see that he is wearing the people of the six halls!" The thick eyebrow on the table in the same table hurriedly interrupted the former's words.

"How is it possible! This person is obviously so young?" The scholar suspected for a while.

"Have you forgotten? This ghost life is different from life. It will not change the appearance with the growth, so in the ghost world, you cannot judge the real age through the appearance!" The thick eyebrow shook his head and sighed.

"I ... have died, the niche is forgotten!" The scholar heard a pain on his face, whispered.

The communication of these people was listened in the ears by Wu Fan's words, and it was probably that these people should be a new batch of new ghosts. When I saw the scholar covering her face, Wu Fan also felt emotional.

At the beginning, it was also unattractive, and it was quite unsuitable.

Thinking of this, he drank the "spirits" in the cup, got up and walked towards the table at the table.

"The niche suspension beams have more than ten years, just to become famous for one time.

"It's not unusual to die, that is, why do you think of Fanxin? The fame of the world is just a bubble, only here is eternal! Since you are unwilling, why not try to break out here?"

When the scholar was crying, a brisk voice suddenly sounded. He looked up, and saw that the young man who was standing beside him was the previously words of the iron stick.

"Big ... adults ..." When the man who came to see the person was cramped, he had to pull a few people on the table and stood up.

"This is the ghost world. You don't have to sit in the rules in the world. You are sitting ..." Wu Fan smiled, signing that several people didn't have to get up.

"Are you all new?" Since the Gong Hall came out, Wu Fan felt that it was lively in the city of the capital, and he asked curiously.

"Yes, adults!" The thick eyebrow man hurried back, "And we are the first batch."

"The first batch?" Wu Fan was puzzled. When did you want to register in batches?

"That's right!" The man nodded with a thick eyebrow and squeezed his chin: "I heard on the road that it seemed to have a heavy death and injury recently, and the ghost world couldn't hold it for a while, so I had to do it in batches ... but the interval should not be long, but the interval should not be, but the interval should not be long, but the interval should not be long.

It seems that when our batch of registration is over, the second batch of new ghosts will come ... "

"What are you talking about?" The man with a thick eyebrow said that he stood up without saying a word, and scolded the iron rod: "You guy can hurt me miserable!" Then he disappeared

If you don't see it, you only leave them.

"The adult's words are reasonable! Adults rest assured! The niche must have made a break here! Well?" This scholar finally slowed down, but only saw Wu Fan's back ...

…

"Where did this kid come from? He was so unruly! Didn't you see they were all queuing up? I'm in a bad mood, don't come and make trouble for me!" An unhappy voice came from the cup on the table at the new ghost registration office.

He came out and yelled loudly.

"Master Teacup Ghost, I wonder if you still remember me?"

"Remember you? What a joke. Could it be that you will die twice?" With a disdain, a little guy with a blue body poked his head out of the teacup on the table angrily.

"Oh, why is it you?" After seeing the person clearly, Teacup Ghost's expression changed and he jumped out of the cup, "You... don't call me an adult, you'd better call me Teacup Ghost!"

The teacup ghost looked around and then asked in a low voice: "You... did you come here on your own?"

Seeing the latter nodding, the teacup ghost breathed a sigh of relief and shouted sharply in the distance: "The new ghosts who are queuing up to register should not make any noise. Just wait where you are!"

After saying that, it signaled the visitor to follow it, then got back into the teacup and rolled away...

"Master Teacup Ghost... No, no, Teacup Ghost, I just want to ask you a few words. You don't have to be so nervous." The person who came was none other than Wu Fan. He was a little a little nervous when he saw that Teacup Ghost looked like he was facing a formidable enemy.

baffling.

"It's always better to be cautious, just ask!" Teacup Ghost led Wu Fan to a remote place, and then spoke again.

"Okay... I just want to ask after this registration, how long will it take before the next batch arrives?" Wu Fan thought about it all the way, always feeling very unsure, thinking that this teacup ghost should know something.

"Why does this kid want to know?" Teacup Ghost said to himself as his face turned dark.

"Yeah?" Wu Fan scratched his head, "Could it be...who else wants to know?"

"Ahem...that's not important." The teacup ghost realized that he had made a mistake and hurriedly changed the subject: "What do you want to do by asking this?"

"It's not the Gongdian's business!" Wu Fan had no intention of getting to the bottom of it, and smiled helplessly: "I was ordered by the Gongdian to clean up the Wild Ghost Village. I thought I still had plenty of time, so I was lazy for a while! I just heard by chance that the next

The batch of new ghosts is about to arrive, but I’m not sure yet, so I wanted to ask how much time we have.”

"Really?" The teacup ghost crossed his arms and looked at Wufan for a few times. When he saw that the latter did not look like he was lying, he also spit out a booklet from his fingernail-sized mouth like a magic trick, and started flipping the pages, "

Don't worry, don't worry...let me see..."

"The mortal world has been really uneventful recently. It was originally the turn of the 36,501 soul-guarding halls to be filled with souls. How could we wait until the Year of the Monkey? Who knew that a batch of these soul-guarding halls had just been sent away?

The temple was filled up again... It's really pitiful to say that this was originally

These souls have not yet reached the moment of death, but it is just because the Soul Guarding Hall has reached its maximum capacity that it can no longer be retained..." Teacup Ghost complained in a low voice while rummaging around. Originally, his life was very leisurely, but he has been so busy recently that even the teacup ghost

There were a few cracks rolled out.

"I did a rough calculation. If we go by the current registration speed, it will take less than three days for the next batch of souls to enter the Huangquan Road. As for when they will arrive at the Wild Ghost Village, I can't decide..." Teacup

The ghost closed the book and swallowed it in his mouth, then smacked his lips and said.

"That is, ... I only gave me only three days left ..." Wu Fan frowned. Although there were evil dogs and Jinji Mountain blocked in front of the wild ghost village, even so can not stop it for too long.

The situation in this wild ghost village is complicated, but there are a lot of things that need to be handled. Even if it is given him for ten and a half months, I dare not guarantee it ...

"Boy, you were sent to clean up the wild ghost village at this time. The tea cup ghost wondered if you offended who was offended?" The tea cup ghost couldn't help but reminded.
Chapter completed!