This time, Shen Bing decided to go to the Northeast. Shen Bing must go with me because we registered in the underworld, and there was no mother's business. I was afraid that Shen Bing would not be by her side when she left. If she could cause any trouble, she would be out of reach and would not be able to save her. So she could only re-activate the dead mouse as our guardian god. Besides, this old boy has sincerely regretted since the incident of the little black chicken spirit. Including the day we were in Zhaozhuang, the little goblin had come to break into the house and wanted to capture Zhao Xiaosheng, or it would have defeated the little goblin.

If it didn't talk about this, we really didn't know. Thinking about the ancestors, we also trusted it very much, which shows that this old boy was not a bad guy. But I didn't dare to be careless, so I left the little white flag at home, opened the door, and let the pointed ghosts enter and exit freely. If the dead rat dared to rebel, let the pointed ghosts burn it with the yin wood fire.

Because Shen Bing and I were "inspectors" in the underworld, no one around us could show up. This time, we didn't dare to ask them to come out to help in the Zhaozhuang incident. It was useless to take them or not. Instead, it was more appropriate to stay at home to monitor the dead rats.

It’s not a matter of going to the Northeast to come back in just a few days, so I must tell my mother. I told her honestly that I would go to the Northeast to find Wang Zijun’s whereabouts. My mother often talked about his affairs. We grew up naked since we were young, and my mother treated him as her own son. He left a blank shell now, so how could she not make my mother anxious? As soon as I heard about Wang Zijun’s whereabouts, it was very likely that she was in the Northeast. My mother said nothing and nodded to agree to our trip to the Northeast.

With Shen Bing's active personality, he was about to buy a train ticket. I said wait. It's July 29th, and the day after tomorrow it was the first day of the August 2018. My ancestor asked the dead rat to pass the message. I met me on the first day of the next month, but I still saw him before leaving. Anyway, Wang Zijun has been missing for so long, so why bother to be anxious? Besides, the seventh and eighth masters also asked us to meet him and the other one on the first day of the first month, so I will wait for two more days.

After midnight in the morning of the first day of the lunar month, when we were about to place the tablets of our ancestors and asked him to come out, we heard a tick sound from the kitchen window. Shen Bing and I turned our heads together and found that it was Gong Cui's mothers who came.

After Gong Cuiruo went to the underworld, the old lady came to thank us, but I wonder what she was looking for tonight. We ran to the kitchen, opened a gap in the window, and whispered to the old lady what she was looking for us.

The old lady winked at us, and a wrinkled old face filled with nervousness. She pointed her finger behind her, as if a ferocious ghost was following behind her.

We looked up at her and saw that it was Master Qi and Master Qi. No wonder the old lady was so nervous. Just when we were about to speak, Master Qi and Master Qi and Master Qi asked first: "Are you two?"

The two of them were also very cautious and did not dare to call out the names of Xi Feng and Shen Bing, so as not to be reported by Ye You. Shen Bing and I nodded, feeling excited, and felt like we had been abandoned by the wolf pack for many years, but now we finally found the organization, and we swallowed speechlessly.

Master Qi smiled at us and shook his head: "Go out and talk."

The eighth Master said to the old lady: "We have arranged the matter for Gong Cuiruo and will be reincarnated on the fifteenth day of August."

The old lady said a few words of thanks happily, and then looked at us and turned around and disappeared.

I pointed to the living room and said, "I was about to invite my ancestors..."

"He can't come if he has something to do today." Eighth Master threw down this sentence with a dark face and floated to the park with Qi Ye.

Oh, my ancestors are not here, and I don’t inform us to release the pigeons. If I hadn’t seen Master Qi and Master Qi, I wouldn’t have invited him overnight?

Shen Bing and I quietly opened the door and went downstairs. There was no moonlight at the end of the month and the night was dark, and the park was pitch black. We faintly saw two black shadows of Master Qi and Eighth Master sitting on the two stone benches. I opened my eyes and looked around, fearing that there would be night tours nearby.

"No need to watch it. Yeyou was called to have a meeting tonight." Master Qi smiled.

I felt relieved. It turned out that the underworld was also having a meeting. It was in line with the world. I didn’t learn the good ones, but I learned all the bad ones.

"Master Qi..." As soon as I spoke, Master Qi interrupted me.

"I know what you want to ask, and our brothers came for this matter." Qi Ye's tone was quite relaxed. It seemed that Grandpa Taizu's incident was not serious now. He just heard him continue: "Your ancestor and Judge Cui mediated for a few days, and the words of the superiors were loose. Finally, he agreed to send your ancestors to the Northeast Woshi, and let you two go to the underworld to report, and you will be servants forever, and you will not be reincarnated or you will not be able to leave the underworld."

Shen Bing and I looked at each other. My ancestor was sent to the Northeast Woshi. Although we didn’t know where this was, it was not hell or holy realm, so we were relieved. As for us, going to work as a servant in the underworld, it was just like the old urging. It would be fine to wash the toilet as long as we were together, it would be fine if we suffered a little.

Shen Bing smiled at me, feeling that the result made her very satisfied. I asked Qiye: "Where is Northeast Woshi? Why have I never heard of it?"

Qiye said: "A long time ago, there were ten kings of hell in the underworld. Each hall was in charge of a hell, like the Northeast Warm. It was the fifth king of Hell in charge of the great hell under the fertile stone at the bottom of the sea, and there were sixteen little hells that killed the heart..."

When we heard this, what happened? After a while, Grandpa Taizu had not escaped from the disaster of hell. What big hells are all black prisons that torture ghosts? It's called the second uncle who is the word "relaxed"? If it is strictly done, would it be sent to the Holy Realm?

When Master Qi saw me open his mouth and waved to me, he waved his hand to listen to him. He then continued, "Since ancient times, there is a saying that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. Who cares about the ten palaces of Hell, but the underworld has to be the final say. So later... ahem, later, the Chief Executive was the King of Hell. Since then, the other nine palaces of hell were abolished, and those fertile stones have also been turned into ruins, similar to the Wude Death City, but they are even more desolate than Wude Death City. Many ghosts who have been opened by the Chief Executive's official website have been sent there and cannot be reincarnated."

After hearing him say that, we were relieved. It was just a barren land. As long as we didn’t suffer from the suffering of hell, there was nothing to worry about. With the ability of Grandpa Taizu, we could live comfortably anywhere. I looked at Master Qi and remembered that when he said that there was only one of the Ten Kings of Hell, he coughed twice and didn’t say in detail. It was probably the Chief Executive who destroyed the other nine Kings of Hell and controlled the power of the entire underworld. It was not easy for him to defeat the other nine Kings of Hell. How could he allow the Ghost King to rebel?

Thinking of this, my heart moved. Will the rebellion of the Ghost King be related to the destroyed King of Hell? It’s not our business to do with him. It’s better to think less.

After saying this, Master Qi saw that we had no objection, he sighed and said, "You are not as good as the job of urging the director. He is a real ghost slave who is often beaten. Some ghost slaves can't stand the destruction and are all gone. Therefore, Judge Cui and your ancestors are still pleading with the Chief Executive."

We were both stunned. It turned out that we were not worthy of washing the toilet when we went to the underworld. According to this, it was even worse than being a slave in the old society. I would just leave, so I won’t go.
Chapter completed!