Chapter 1 It's all caused by hell

"Bold Lingfeng, how dare you step on the bridge and destroy the public facilities of hell... Do you know the crime?" In the Yanluo Hall, Judge Cui sat upright and scolded and scolded.

Ling Feng was put on the ground by a cow's head and a horse. He looked up at Judge Cui, who was wearing a red ancient official robe. Two peach leaf-like official wings, swayed back and forth on the black gauze hat, which was very funny.

"Little man, I don't know what crime he committed." Ling Feng immediately contradicted, and it was reasonable.

Cui Yu's two-skimmed small beard was immediately angry. He opened the laptop next to him casually, and there was also a small mountain high copywriting piled up beside the desk.

After a crackling keyboard, Judge Cui turned the screen to Ling Feng and said, "Look at yourself. It's all good things you have done."

Ling Feng came up and kept sighing. The hell has used the 'plague to death-fork split' system. In the column of [Underworld Official Website] - [Life and Death Book], his glorious deeds are prominently marked.

"Ling Feng died running a red light at 8 a.m. on August 8, 2018."

Judge Cui scolded angrily, "You say you are a fat man, and you will die, and you will not lose weight. When crossing the Nahe Bridge, you seriously exceeded the weight and led to the collapse of the Nahe Bridge. You not only have to compensate for the economic losses of the hell, but also have to go to prison!"

When Judge Cui said the word 'in prison', Ling Feng's sultry heart was finally calmed down. When he read novels before, he knew that the prison in the underworld was not so easy to sit on. Who could stand the 18-story hell?

So, he immediately said seriously, "Judge, I can compensate for the collapse of the bridge. Ten million, fifty million, one hundred million, even one billion is no problem." Ling Feng said with a guarantee.

"Don't talk nonsense with me." Judge Cui immediately retorted without waiting for him to finish, "You think this judge doesn't know that you are just a grassroots writer's life. Every month, you rely on the full-time award on the vertical and horizontal Chinese website. It's only 1,000 yuan, and where did you get one billion yuan."

Seeing through by Judge Cui, Ling Feng didn't care about it. He said to his heart that this old boy knew everything. Did he come from intelligence work?

Judge Cui suddenly woke up. He turned to Ling Feng and said, "Oh, I see. It turns out that you wanted to burn paper money for us. I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible. The currency burned in the sun has not been circulating in the underworld for a long time."

The hell has the rules of the hell, and Ling Feng also complains secretly. What should I do? I don't want money now, I don't want it - it seems that I don't have it.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he pointed to the computer screen and shouted, "Cui Yu, Judge Cui, come and have a look."

Judge Cui was angry when he heard Ling Feng calling himself like a convulsion. He looked impatient and said, "Look, do you still want to transfer money to me?"

"No," Ling Feng said excitedly, "Look, the system has been updated."

When Judge Cui heard this, he immediately came up and hurried to the computer desk to look at it. He saw a line of words rolling on it, "Ling Feng, because he sacrificed his life to save a little girl, accumulated yin virtue, and his life expectancy was +3 years."

Damn it! After reading the information, Judge Cui couldn't help but be furious. "What am I talking about, the dog's Weiruan Company, since the update of the XP system was stopped, the hell has not stable."

Obviously, this time it was caused by the system update in time. Judge Cui patted his thigh and sighed, "This is really a trap."

No matter how much Judge Cui jumped and sighed, Ling Feng quit anyway. Anyway, he should go back to the sun to live. As for the eighteen hells in the underworld, he was not interested in staying.

Suddenly, Judge Cui suddenly patted his forehead and suddenly seemed to remember something. A pair of small eyes stared at Ling Feng and said,

"Oh... But the bridge can be trampled by you, which shows that you have the ability." After saying that, regardless of Ling Feng's willingness, he rubbed his hands back and forth on Ling Feng and groped for a while.

"Ouch, tut," Cui Yu patted his thigh and said in surprise, "You are really 'double-physique'."

Being dizzy by this old boy, Ling Feng said in his heart that he was not playing with any slick. Let's confuse himself. He immediately asked, "What is double body? What is the double body?

Cui Yu pinched the eight-character small beard and looked at Ling Feng up and down, back and forth for a long time and said, "There is a kind of person in the world whose body is very special. He can go back and forth between yin and yang with his soul without any influence."

Cui Yu paused and sighed, "However, there are not many people with this magical physique. There is only one in every 100 million people on the earth, and the probability is very low."

Ling Feng was dizzy by what Cui Yu said. He vaguely remembered that when the minivan drove towards him, he was indeed knocked out, and then seemed to be out of gravity and forcibly pulled into a whirlpool channel.

"So it is," Ling Feng thought, after all, the bridge was specially built for ghosts. On weekdays, even if hundreds or thousands of ghosts went together, it was not stable at all. However, it's different. We weigh 150 pounds.

"Now, the matter is clear. You should send me back." Ling Feng was dissatisfied. Now what he wants most is to go back to the sun. He said that he didn't even have a girlfriend, but he didn't want to die so confused.

"It's no problem to send you back," Cui Yu returned to the chair with his official robe and said cheerfully. But the more straightforward he was, the more Ling Feng doubted whether the old boy was really so kind.

Sure enough, Cui Yu said again, "But you broke the bridge, didn't you? You have to pay for it." Cui Yu took a sip of the tea and said casually.

"Damn" Ling Feng cursed secretly from the bottom of his heart. The old boy really didn't have a good heart. He immediately retorted, "Then what do you want to do? The currency of Yangjian is not circulating in the underworld. Where can I get you a billion yuan as a mortal?"

Cui Yu didn't say anything. His eyes stared at Ling Feng coldly, and Ling Feng was irritable. It's also terrible for the judge to get angry, especially when he has a gloomy face.

After a long time, Cui Yu said slowly, "In this case, I'm a good person to do it to the end. How about introducing you to a good job and doing a short job for hell?"

Good people? Ling Feng almost lost his back. How can this old boy look like a good person? However, since Cui Yu said that there was a way, it was better than to be imprisoned in the 18th floor of hell, so he asked, "What's the way? What kind of part-time job? Let's talk about it first.

"Since the construction of the land temple in Yangjian and worshiping the gods and asking for the blessing of immortals, we full-time ghosts will always be blocked when we are detained. Either we can't get in the door god, can't catch the ghost, or we meet some guys with tokens, and we don't want to go back even if we die. The hell."

Ling Feng couldn't help laughing when he heard this. Isn't it nonsense? Who is willing to run to the underworld after death?

"However, your double constitution is different. You can go back and forth between yin and yang. The most important thing is that those door gods in the yang can't do anything about you, but you can easily do things that we can't do. Therefore, I decided to give you a 'temporary worker' status. If you do it well, you can pay off the debt, otherwise, hum."

'Temporary worker'? Ling Feng said hatefully that this old boy really didn't have a good heart. At that time, he caught the ghosts who had been blessed by the gods and Buddhas. If he blamed him, he could shirk the responsibility. That is to say, this is all done by temporary workers, but it has nothing to do with hell.

Thinking of this, Ling Feng said angrily, "This is not possible. Those yang ghosts have no grudge against themselves. Besides, this move will offend those immortals. I can't do this job. You'd better invite someone else."

Judge Cui was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, the boy was really stubborn, so he had to change into a kind face and said, "Ling Feng, do you know how harmful it is for ghosts to stay in the sun?"

Ling Feng shook his head, "I don't know." Ghosts don't offend me, I don't offend ghosts, hello, hello, everyone.