The movie world has a beautiful ghost

When Zhang Haoran and Uncle Jiu came in together, they saw the City God concentrating on writing.

"Hehe, see? Look how hard I work." The City God thought to himself that no matter what, the surface work must be done well.

"Lin Jiu meets the City God." Uncle Jiu said.

Zhang Haoran saw the busy City God and thought: It seems that being a god is not so easy.

The City God seemed to come back to his senses at this moment: "Hey, Master Lin, what wind brought you here? Look, I'm so busy with my official duties that I neglected you two. I wonder who this person is..."

Of course he knew Uncle Jiu. After all, he made a living in the territory and had dealt with him many times.

"Oh, this is my apprentice." Uncle Jiu introduced.

"Zhang Haoran has met the City God."

Zhang Haoran, as always, has respect for ghosts and gods.

"Huh? Your apprentice? But just now I heard the people below report that there was an inspector sent from below. Could it be...?" The City God looked at Zhang Haoran in confusion.

Zhang Haoran smiled slightly and took out the token from his arms: "I am a humble man, fortunately I have been appreciated by the Seventh Master and the Eighth Master, and they have granted me the status of the Inspector of the Yang World."

"Oh my... look, I'm sorry that I'm not good enough to recognize you, Inspector General." He quickly turned around and shouted outside: "Someone come quickly, let the guest sit down!"

When the City God saw the token, he swallowed unconsciously and his heart was pounding.

Both of them were stunned.

Zhang Haoran did not expect that the City God would be so enthusiastic and amiable, and his favorable impression of him instantly increased.

Uncle Jiu was puzzled, because he had never seen the City God be so polite to him before. After hearing his words, he suddenly realized that he was benefiting from his apprentice's kindness, and for a moment he felt very honored.

His back straightened and his face glowed.

After the two of them sat down, they were about to explain their purpose.

But the City God's face drooped instantly, and he said with a bitter face: "Alas, you don't know, I am busy from dusk till dawn every day, and I have to work overtime during the day, it's so tiring.

Not only do I have to take care of the people's emotions, but I also have to maintain order. Although my territory is small, there are a lot of things to do. For example, Li Si's wife has not been able to get pregnant and comes to complain to me every day.

And Zhang San’s wife suddenly got pregnant, but her husband suspected that she had cheated on her husband. She came to me to complain and said that it was all my fault. Alas, I am so miserable…”

Uncle Jiu and Zhang Haoran looked at the City God in bewilderment as he kept complaining, and were very confused.

But no matter how tired you are, why are you telling us? And what is all this nonsense you are talking about? When did you, the City God, start the Women's Association's work of praying for children with Guanyin?

Seeing that the City God was endless, Zhang Haoran and his uncle Jiu looked at each other in bewilderment.

Seeing that it was getting late and they had to help maintain order, Uncle Jiu said, "Lord City God, this time we are here..."

"Ouch!" The City God seemed to suddenly remember something and interrupted Uncle Jiu and said:

"I remembered now. The widow Qin from Liu Village said that her husband died early and she had always wanted to move to a new home, but her mother-in-law disagreed. She came to me tonight to complain and said that if I didn't give her a solution, she would hang herself in my temple. In order to prevent another wronged soul from being in the underworld, I have to go and take a look.

Hmm? I almost forgot there's Wangzhuang..." The City God was counting on his fingers and muttering to himself.

Zhang Haoran looked at the City God, who was sweating and looking around as if he was trying to hide something, and his expression became a little strange.

At first, I thought that as a public official of the underworld, the City God would inevitably be flattered by some female ghosts who would ask him to arrange a good life for them, so that they would devote themselves to him or take advantage of him, leading to kidney deficiency.

Of course he could understand this and would not feel that there was anything wrong with it. After all, they were all men and everyone had a romantic affair.

But the City God kept interrupting them when they spoke, which was a little abnormal. His behavior was strange, he talked about irrelevant things and his words were incoherent.

Based on his experience from watching criminal investigation dramas in later generations, this was clearly a sign of guilty conscience.

Then he thought of something else, and recalled the look in his eyes when he looked at the token before, which was obviously a little flustered.

"Could it be that this City God has done something inappropriate and thinks that he is from the underworld investigating him?" The more Zhang Haoran thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

You should know that nowadays the underworld only issues such an inspector's token, which was equivalent to the status of an imperial envoy in ancient times.

Thinking of this, Zhang Haoran decided to trick him.

"Bang!" Zhang Haoran slammed the table and stood up: "You bold City God, you have committed a crime, but you still don't confess the truth!"

The City God was so frightened that he slid off the chair and sat on the ground.

Even Uncle Jiu who was standing beside him was startled and looked at him with confusion on his face.

Just when he was about to ask, he heard the voice of the City God crying out: "My superiors, please be wise. Since Liu took office, he has been conscientious, hardworking and willing to work hard. He is deeply loved by the vast majority of female compatriots and often helps them relieve their worries..." He cried and wailed for a long time.

Zhang Haoran was getting impatient: "Stop, stop, stop, what are you talking about. Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Uncle Jiu and I came here at the request of Master Qi and Master Ba to help you maintain order in case some ghosts sneak out and cause trouble.

Besides, you haven't done anything evil, so even if I were the real imperial envoy, I wouldn't do anything to you."

"Ah?..." The City God who was wailing suddenly stopped after hearing this.

Uncle Jiu, who was standing by, finally understood what was happening. At the same time, his gaze towards the City God became strange. In an instant, the tall image of the City God in his mind plummeted.

When the City God saw Zhang Haoran's playful eyes, he knew that he had been fooled. Even so, he was relieved, as long as he was not here to deal with him.

The City God straightened his face, stood up leisurely, and brushed the dust from under his knees very naturally. Then he threw his sleeves behind his back, as if nothing had happened.

"So you are here to help. That's easy. I'll arrange it for you right away." He turned around and sat back behind the desk with a dragon-like and tiger-like stride.

He picked up the pen and wrote something quickly. After finishing, he threw it in front of the two people and said, "Here, take this to Fangshan, and when you get there, give it to the ghost to take a look.

There is a stage over there, which is specially built for the homeless ghosts to perform. That's where the most ghosts are, so you just need to go there and help maintain it."

Uncle Jiu took it with a strange look on his face, took a look at it, and then put it away.

"In that case, we'll take our leave now. Just now..."

"Just now? What do you mean just now? Nothing happened just now." The City God waved his hand casually.

Looking at the City God's confused expression, Zhang Haoran's mouth twitched. He had learned something new today.

"I admire you!" Zhang Haoran bowed and wanted to ask this gentleman how he learned to be so thick-skinned.

“No, no, you’re welcome!” The City God returned the greeting.

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