The corner of King Yama's lips twitched almost invisibly, and then he coughed a few times uncomfortably. The magic rope was automatically untied with a flick of his black long sleeves.

"Miss Ling, last time it was not enough to send a spirit duck to the underworld of Yama to cause a stir, but this time it actually came in person?" King Yama asked with an indifferent expression.

Raising his eyebrows, Ling Mulao looked at King Yama with cold eyes and cupped his hands and said: "Thanks to Yama's timely rescue last time, otherwise this life would have been here long ago. I should have expressed my gratitude, but unfortunately today I gave him

Excuse me.

But my husband unfortunately passed away not long ago, so Ling Mulao had no choice but to go through this kind of journey. I hope that Yama can give me another favor and let me meet my husband."

"I'm afraid you don't just want to see this. If his soul is really in my place with this violent aura of yours, I'm afraid he'll have to take it back to the underworld if he has a falling out." Yama Luo chuckled, holding the hand that he just snatched away.

The death record tapped the palm of his hand lightly.

"Ming people don't tell secrets. Since Yama has asked straight to the point, Ling Mulao doesn't mince words either. My husband doesn't deserve to die and I will naturally take him back to reunite." Ling Mulao replied with a cold face.

"Deacon, is there Nangong Yi's name in your notebook?" Yan Luo handed the death record in his hand to the deacon, turned his head and asked.

"No." The deacon was still frightened, but he came back to his senses and shook his head.

"It all happened a year and a half ago. You, the deacon, deny it like this without reading the book. You are obviously perfunctory with me." Ling Mulao looked angry. There were countless dead people reported every day in this hell. But this deacon answered like this, absolutely.

He's fooling her.

"I have a photographic memory, and Nangong Yi's name has never been written down before. Naturally, if I say I haven't, I haven't!" Ling Mulao said this to the deacon, but he was not as stubborn as some scholars during his lifetime.

"Kid, this Nangong Yi has never appeared in the underworld. Although Bai Wuchang and I have touched the souls of countless people in the past year and a half, this Nangong Yi has never been there." Bai Wuchang also responded from the side.

Bai Wuchang nodded immediately, "I still remember that the notebook in my hand said that Nangong Yiyang had expired. I was still wondering why such a person died suddenly, so I went to seduce the soul with Hei Wuchang.

As soon as I arrived, I saw that the scene was full of tears. The women in the palace were crying more sadly than the last one, and each one was more miserable than the last one.

When I saw that Nangong Yi's soul didn't come out, I used a hook to hook it up, but found that there was no soul at all. I originally thought that it might have escaped and floated elsewhere, but when I looked around, there was no soul at all."

When Yama heard this, he couldn't help but frowned and glared at Hei Wuchang and said coldly: "There is still such a thing, haven't you two reported to this Yama?"

Black and white impermanence: ".."

The two brothers wiped their heads with cold sweat. They had kept this secret for fear that Yama would find out about it and they would be punished and demoted from their official ranks. Now their salary is only enough to drink from the northwest wind... Hey, you really didn't bring it upon yourself.

"Hehe..." Bai Wuchang laughed dryly, and then took out a jar of wine from his sleeve like a treasure, "Master Yama, I brought this wine for you on a special trip!"

Hei Wuchang also scratched his scalp, winked and smiled and said: "Although Bai Wuchang and I have a heavy workload, we did not forget to get this red plum wine when we arrived in the mortal world, specially brewed by Suzaku Miko."
Chapter completed!