Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

 He said that if his name was revealed, it would cause a lot of trouble...

 She didn't want to cause him any trouble - after all, this was her first friend.

 As for the little ones’ worries…

 She lay down and touched them, touching them intimately.

 “Don’t worry, I’m not a fool and I won’t be fooled.”

 At any rate, she is a monster who has lived for hundreds of years, and she is still wary of people.

 She can still somewhat discern whether the person approaching her has malicious intentions or other intentions.

Even if you can’t tell clearly…

Yun Si thought about it for a while, but she couldn't imagine what her new friend might have planned for her.

 She has nothing, she is just an inconspicuous little monster and has nothing to give him.

unless…

 He also wanted to capture her to make medicine and then eat her.

Yun Si sat up suddenly.

 …

 …

 …

 Yam Luodian.

At this moment, there was total silence.

The atmosphere was stagnant and unbearably cold.

The God of Yama was kneeling in the center of the hall, trembling, his beard trembling, and he was so nervous that he did not dare to make a sound.

The black gauze hat was half tilted, but he didn't notice it. He lowered his head, without the official authority of the past. Facing the man sitting on the main seat, he respectfully said with a trembling voice: "Sir... Your Excellency, I don't know. Your Excellency, when you come here, you are not welcomed from afar, it is because you are a low-ranking official and you are rude, please forgive me."

"Your Majesty... Your Excellency is here this time..." The man in the main seat was speechless, lowered his eyes, took the account books stacked on the desk with his long white fingers, opened them, and scanned them lightly.

 Thick account book, light paper, every page turned, the light turning sound is like a heavy punishment on Yama, the body becomes heavier and heavier, and cold sweat breaks out on the back.

The excessive silence and desolation in the palace, the howling wind, and the invisible oppression - it was like skewering him on a fire, it was simply torture, unbearable torture.

Yan Luo, who was kneeling on the ground, wanted to give the person below him a good beating at this moment. He was just useless and incompetent at ordinary times, but at the critical moment he actually -

"Sir, what happened in the Ghost Market just now... was... the official's dereliction of duty. He failed to take care of the people under him. He made them forget the rules and act randomly. It disturbed and offended the lord. It is really a sin and it is the official's fault. , Sir, please calm down..."

As he spoke, Yama's head lowered lower and lower, and he wished he could bury it entirely in the ground and never lift it out again.

At this time, it was very important to go to the Yama Palace to settle accounts. It was an important day for him to return to the Shrine with his accounts to report on his duties.

Originally, he had prepared a large number of account books. He expected to praise himself and ask for rewards when he went back to report on his duties, but he never thought -

 Everything is going to ruin.

 It’s all over, it’s all over.

  No matter how nice the rhetoric is, no matter how beautiful the various account books and achievements are, it’s all over.

 The adults came in person and just walked around the ghost market, but they ran into trouble.

The ghost market has been under his jurisdiction for many years, and such a bad phenomenon of blackmailing people has happened so easily. This is just a random walk.

It is not difficult to imagine how chaotic the ghost market is in normal times and how poorly he manages it.

　　Forget about asking for rewards and promotions, he has now even thought about where to bury himself after his death.

Cold sweat soaked the clothes on his back, and he begged tremblingly: "Sir, this collision is rude to you, I am really a lower official... I am a lower official..."

For a time he couldn't speak anymore.

The facts are in front of us, and no matter how much explanation is given, they will only seem feeble.

"Please forgive me, sir." He burst into tears and his heart was filled with despair.