[Ghost Lamp] The dark humor of hell

"Speaking of which, Lord Ghost Lantern, ghosts who kill people...won't they fall into hell?"

Looking back in fear at the room where the curtains had been drawn, Shi Denglong's younger brother, with Meng Po Tang on his head, followed behind the underworld-like ghost in a kimono, and pulled his brother who had been wandering for a long time out of the door.

There was no one outside the door.

The sun shouldn't be able to be regarded as a living thing, but in the empty corridor, there is only sunlight shining through the glass into the house. The stone lantern walks at the end, and the elementary school student's size is just enough to touch the doorknob, so he closed the door as it should.

I looked around, but I didn't find any police around.

Shi Lantern is not very clear about the current police mechanism, only that they are a group of people called tax thieves.According to the younger brother, he often took his friends who were following Lori into the police station for tea by mistake. Every time he talked here, Shi Lantern felt that his way of educating his younger brother was wrong.

"Ghosts and the dead are not fundamentally the same creature, and so are monsters. There are special organizations to deal with this issue. For example, the special zone of monsters controls the number of people who die from monsters every year. In hell, because it is unnecessary, so There's not much constraint on that."

The disappearance of the tax thief is not surprising at all. Ghost Lantern stepped on clogs and walked under the sun in a kimono that looked impermeable to the wind. Compared with hell, this temperature is simply childish.

"...No need?" Walking to his younger brother, seeing that he no longer had the desire to steal a drink, Shi Lantern nodded in satisfaction, and asked a question by the way.

"Because the ghosts allowed to enter the present world have to go through complicated review procedures, and they are usually jailers. They don't need to kill people in the present world to increase their workload."

Now there is a workaholic killing people in this world to increase his workload, hell let's deal with this issue.Speaking of complicated review procedures and so on... Basically, as long as you can come up with a reason that satisfies you, Mr. Ghost Lantern, that's fine!

This is dictatorship!hegemony!Resist is needed!It is necessary to unite the people to oppose!King Yan Mo, hurry up and take care of this hell!

Shi Lantern pulled his face down and silently followed behind Ghost Lantern.

"And for hell, the crime of murder is not serious. Living hell is a hell about killing and torture. It should be considered the lowest penalty among the eight hells. People are more inclined to condemn other people's moral mistakes for behavioral mistakes. spiritual mistakes, such as lying, cheating and insulting, disrespecting saints, etc.”

Ghost Lantern glanced at Shi Lantern's complicated expression, and walked downstairs a few steps, but the surrounding area was still empty.

There are indeed very few people who go out during this season, but the police should be on call around the clock...

The look of the stone lantern looking left and right was imprinted in Gui Deng's eyes, and Gui Deng touched his chin, as if he understood something.

"It doesn't matter what the police said. I asked the dead nearby to make trouble. They can't come here for the time being."

He told the plan that he didn't know when to arrange it. Seeing Shi Lantern's expression of seeing a ghost, he explained in detail: "A few days ago, I met a ground binding spirit nearby, and he seems to be quite obsessed with her. , so on the condition of 'help you get rid of it', please stop him if something happens. After all, I have the impression that she is not someone who can be calculated so easily, and in the end it was indeed resolved with a relatively strong method. .”

He was so tough that he didn't even know what method he used.The bowl containing the miso soup of the deceased is still in the house. It is said that Fusangshin has the ability to escape, so don't worry about it.The stone lantern also only expressed his curiosity about the earthbound spirit.

"When did you meet? What kind of deep hatred do you have against your eldest sister?"

"It was just a few days ago, after Shi Denglong's younger brother attempted an assassination attempt. It seems to be her dead father."

"...A father wants his daughter to die, won't he fall into hell if he does so?"

Brainwashed by beautiful stories of a strict father and a gentle mother on weekdays, in fact, the two children who jumped out of the stone were unable to make their own evaluations on such things.

"I also don't know very clearly. It seems that she has been rejected by others because of her own misfortune that has affected her surroundings. Her father also passed away because of this, but she was worried about her daughter so she didn't want to become a Buddha... I heard that after going to hell, she can pass away. to live an ordinary life, so I agreed to my request."

No, no, no matter how you think about going to hell, you can only live a life in dire straits, especially working under the hands of this ghost assistant officer...

"Just go back to Hell and inform the Admissions Department. Shout out to Hell's management team that has been changing round after round in the past few years. There are too few employees with management skills in Hell. Maybe you should consider setting up a private school in Hell." The lesson learned by the emperor...Are you going back to hell too?"

The ghost lamp turned around and picked up Mengpo soup from Shi Denglong's younger brother's head. This thing will cause immeasurable consequences if it enters the world, so it must be taken back to hell.He cast an inquiring gaze around them. They should not have been seen. The policemen were still frightened by the ghosts. After asking about the stone lantern, he was ready to go back to Mount Fuji.

Just a few years is nothing more than a cat and a mouse to hell.

Some cats may not be able to catch mice for a lifetime, and some cats may be killed by mice. This kind of thing varies from cat to cat.The construction of hell has also always varied from leader to leader.Yan Mo Dawang is like the former, and Iyenami is like the latter.The ghost lamp is the cat that the mouse is addicted to.

Ms. Izanami in the Underworld era built a model of hell, which was divided into eight hells in the generation of King Yan Mo. Later, due to the appearance of ghost lamps, the eight hells gradually entered into good operation, although the torture of the dead became more and more inhumane. However, it is undeniable that the execution and reincarnation of the dead are well done in controlling the population of the present world.

Except for those strange jailers who yelled at hell.

A long time ago, because a group of dead people were let go, the lucky value in this world was unevenly distributed, which triggered the bubble economy.There have been reports of collective strikes recently.

The reason is that "there is no motivation in the workplace without women", the last time Ghost Lantern asked Ah Xiang, the answer from the female jailer over there was "The male jailer yelling hell is so disgusting, let Lord Ghost Lantern put women The prison guards are transferred to the Hell of the Hell”, which has a gender-loving reason.

The management has changed many batches, but the performance is getting worse and worse.What those jailers need is not domination by force, but subduing by spirit.

Because of the internal unity of the screaming hell at this time, the ghost lamp can only ask Qiao Ji, who has worked under the bone girl for a period of time, the methods she has used, and the answer she gets is: let the dead execute the jailer.

For this strange mode of operation, every manager can't understand it, and can only dig out a little bit according to the surface.Shouting to hell, he gasped intermittently like this.

"Master Ghost Lantern, the transfer application submitted to me by the jailer who yelled for hell two days ago..."

With a thick brown envelope under his armpit, Ghost and God placed the bowl in his hand firmly on Ghost Lamp's desk in Yan Modian, took the envelope with one hand and put it next to Ghost Lamp's hand.

"I heard that the prison guards there have started to riot. When will you come and have a look, Mr. Ghost Lantern."

Surrounded by the empty Yan Mo Temple, some noise could be faintly heard from the small door on the side.Ghosts and Gods glanced in that direction, retracted their eyes and lowered their heads to push the bowl forward: "This is the Mengpo soup you want, because I haven't cooked Chinese food for a long time, it may have a little taste from here, and the effect should be good .”

Ghost Lamp opened the brown envelope, took out a stack of filled forms from it, paused for sorting out, and put it into the brazier beside him calmly to let it burn.

"I will. There may be new management coming on in the next few days... Please take care of yourself and yell hell."

"It won't be troublesome. I admired the previous lady who was able to manage the group of jailers in an orderly manner, so I wanted to try it. But it is indeed difficult to hold two positions."

Ghosts and Gods smiled slightly, and nodded to the ghost lamp to signal their intention to go.However, the sudden noise interrupted his movements, and several jailers burst out of the small door next to the Yan Mo Temple and went straight to the ghost lamp's desk.

He can only recognize Miss Axiang who is at the very end of Hell.

Ghost Lantern, which has always been very popular among women, was surrounded by them all at once. He looked at the center of the eye of the storm with a smile, and ghosts and gods came to Ah Xiang's side and asked, "What happened?"

"...A few jailers who yelled for hell came to Zhonghe Hell to harass our jailers. They couldn't stand it, so they came to Mr. Ghost Lamp to comment." Ah Xiang held her face in distress.

"It's getting too much, those people."

"The work is still running well...they should be the elders who have been working since the time of Huangquan, and it is not good to treat them roughly."

The two sighed at the same time. The eye of the storm over there had returned to calm under the appeasement of the ghost lamp, and it seemed that they had also received accurate information from the jailers. They exchanged glances with the two men here, and they walked over knowingly.

"Report the names of those jailers to the excrement of the living hell. The ministers over there are worried about lack of manpower recently. The new management should be on duty soon. These days..."

"Master Ghost Lantern, there is a dead man who wants to find you."

The gate of Yan Modian suddenly opened, and the guard standing outside the gate yelled inside, interrupting everyone's conversation.

The surrounding fell into a momentary silence.

Dressed in white mourning clothes and a triangular turban, everything shows that the other party is just a dead person.

"...Sorry, I found the wrong person."

Frowning, her eyes fell on the corner of Gui Deng's forehead, and she took two steps back as soon as she stepped into Yan Mo Temple.

Ghost Lantern put down his pen, looked around at the people who were starting to make noise again as a warning, and ordered in a cold voice: "Bring her in."

"...I really just identified the wrong person. I'm sorry that I just identified you as a god-killed debt collector, so can you let me go back..."

Grabbed by the guards, she insisted on taking her to the inner hall of Yan Mo Temple. She struggled to no avail, so she gave up and stood where she was, muttering something.

"Debt collector who was murdered by God?"

"Yes, I look a bit like you. I just asked the guards who escorted me, 'Is there anyone in hell wearing a red and black kimono?' and then they arrested me. I'm sorry for the wrong person."

"..."

The "killed by God" Ghost Lantern was silent for a while, looking up and down her short body, finding such a small mourning dress was hard for Duo Yipo, the main reason was——

"Didn't your glasses go to hell with you?"

"Hey, how do you know I'm short-sighted?" She froze for a moment, then stopped her feet moving backwards, and looked at the ghost lamp curiously.

"...Come here and drink this bowl of soup."

Ghost Lantern Bullhead said something wrong, and pushed Meng Po Tang on the desk forward, motioning for her to come over.But the latter waved her hand and took two steps back to clearly express her resistance to soup and medicine.

"My common sense tells me that people in red and black kimonos can't drink soup made by people."

"It's cooked by the man over there. It's said to be a tonic." Ghost Lantern pointed at Ghost and God Wujian, glaring at the way, and the latter quickly nodded with a smile.

"It's better not to let outsiders get involved in the love soup he cooked for you."

"...every dead person has to drink a bowl of this soup before the trial to strengthen their physique. If you drink it now, you can enter the trial earlier." Ghost Lantern began to talk nonsense.

"Eh? Really?"

She was overjoyed and stared at the man who was said to be the cook of the soup. The latter's smile turned into a wry smile. After receiving the warning eyes from the ghost lamp, she could only nod her conscience: "That's right."

She was awkward for a while, and she didn't know why she wanted to enter the trial earlier. In short, she took two steps forward shyly, and under the watchful eyes of nearly ten ghosts present, she slowly picked up the bowl of Mengpo soup, blinked Blinking, "gulu gulu" drank into the stomach.

"...in China it is indeed the process."

"..."

Although she doesn't know the detailed meaning of "in China", she always feels that she has been cheated.