The clubhouse didn't have any good tea leaves. Old Zhang knew that Zhou Ze was a man who "never tired of fine food," so he didn't bring over any of those low-quality tea bags. Instead, he poured Zhou Ze a glass of plain water.

The boss, Zhou, sat on the sofa,

under the watchful eyes of everyone,

holding the teacup,

blowing on it,

taking a sip,

blowing on it,

taking a sip,

slowly drinking the plain water,

like an old grandfather who enjoyed sitting on the balcony basking in the sun, exuding a strong sense of nostalgia.

Although he didn't say or do anything, his contempt and disdain were clearly on display.

Zhou Ze felt that he was like those big villains in TV dramas who were putting on airs, the kind of character who was waiting to be slapped in the face by the hidden protagonist.

As for where the real "protagonist" was?

Zhou Ze didn't know.

Perhaps,

among this group of people looking at him with grave expressions, there was a "drama queen" present.

On the contrary, those standing on the periphery, aloof and not approaching, and not having any special reaction to Zhou Ze, posed less of a threat than these smiling tigers.

So many outstanding ghost messengers, so many well-connected people,

there were definitely some who were deeply hidden.

Boss Zhou wasn't arrogant enough to completely disregard all the heroes in the world.

Living inside him was a patient with late-stage chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone who acts like a know-it-all, often with delusions of grandeur).

It was equivalent to examining himself three times a day.

Now,

the reason for being like this was also to avoid trouble. Zhou Ze's ambition in this training wasn't to gain the appreciation of that judge, but to broaden his horizons or see if there were any benefits to be gained.

Unlike the goals of those hidden "favored ones of heaven,"

his current high profile was also hoping that they wouldn't bother him. Even if Old Zhang didn't say it, many people should know his identity, and they would inevitably secretly guard against and plot against this mysterious ghost messenger from Tong City.

Now,

he was opening himself up,

so please, everyone, feel free to do as you wish.

The clock,

pointed to six o'clock.

"Rumble..."

The clubhouse's roller shutter door came down,

and on the wall,

patterns of talismans appeared,

the receptionists had long disappeared,

and the lights dimmed at this moment.

Everyone was on high alert, preparing themselves.

"Everyone's here..."

A voice,

came from the ceiling.

There was a chandelier on the ceiling, and in the light and shadows of the chandelier, there seemed to be a figure of a man in blue clothes flickering.

Someone with sharp eyes,

knelt down on one knee,

"Greetings, Inspector-General!"

When the others saw this,

they also knelt down on one knee facing the center of the coffee table.

Old Zhang looked at Zhou Ze,

and when he saw Zhou Ze put down his teacup and kneel down on one knee very simply, he followed suit and knelt down as well.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Kneel if you must,

Zhou Ze was very open-minded about this.

After all, the Underworld was a place with strict hierarchy, and it placed particular emphasis on the respect between superiors and inferiors.

"Prosperous White Lotus..."

The figure in the chandelier continued to speak,

a white lotus flower appeared on the coffee table,

emitting a refreshing fragrance.

"Souls leave the body, and follow me..."

Everyone present sat cross-legged,

and closed their eyes.

The lotus flower was a guide.

Fortunately, everyone here was a ghost messenger.

If ordinary people were here,

they might directly leave their bodies under the intrusion of this fragrance and die without knowing how they died.

Zhou Ze closed his eyes,

then silently opened them again,

and when he stood up again,

he turned his head,

and saw his own body sitting there cross-legged.

Old Zhang also walked to Zhou Ze's side, looking back at his body, still trying to adapt to this feeling.

Everyone's soul had left their body.

In the next moment,

the white lotus bloomed,

and began to enlarge infinitely,

under everyone's feet,

was no longer the floor of the clubhouse,

but this huge lotus flower like a boat.

At the very front of the lotus flower,

stood the blue figure.

He was wearing a blue trench coat, standing alone at the front, his style overflowing.

The others looked at the blue figure with extremely admiring expressions.

The Inspector-General,

was already another level of existence for the ghost messengers.

Boss Zhou was alright,

and Old Zhang was alright too,

after all, they could see the bookstore's Inspector-General drinking expired instant coffee as if it were a treasure every day.

It was really hard to respect him.

Moreover,

Lawyer An was one of the most popular Inspector-Generals in Hell back then,

and Feng Si'er Zhou Ze had also seen him.

Those two,

should have a much higher status than this blue figure, but they weren't as good at putting on airs.

The lotus flower moved,

entering a blur,

a moment later,

the mist dissipated,

a blood moon,

hung high in the sky,

like the eye of a demon,

overlooking this Avici Hell!

Old Zhang said with some emotion:

"Ah, we've arrived in Hell."

Several ghost messengers nearby looked over here in surprise,

they arrived in Hell,

why the emotion?

Old Zhang stopped talking and stood beside Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze enthusiastically gave Old Zhang a tour guide introduction. In fact, Boss Zhou hadn't been to Hell that many times. He had only gone a little deeper with Lawyer An last time. The other times, he had only touched the surface.

"Below is the Road to the Yellow Springs."

Zhou Ze pointed downwards and said.

Old Zhang looked down,

and saw a dense crowd of people on the Road to the Yellow Springs,

orderly lined up and moving forward step by step.

"It's like a dream."

"Yes, it's like a dream."

Life and death,

was originally a dream,

even,

whether living is a dream or only after death,

no one can tell for sure.

The surrounding group of ghost messengers all had solemn, nervous and expectant expressions. Everyone seemed to be learning from the Inspector-General standing at the front, standing straight and dignified.

Before the imperial examination system, for a period of time, there were many ways for people who made accusations to become officials, even if you stood outside the pavilion and felt the breeze, leaving your long hair fluttering, the superiors might think you looked good and directly select you to become an official.

Zhou Ze continued to introduce to Old Zhang,

like two bumpkins from the mountains who had mixed into a group of high-end people and found everything new and curious.

The blue-clothed Inspector-General raised his hand,

"Descend!"

The lotus flower began to dissipate,

and everyone's figures were slowly descending.

Zhou Ze found that he and the others were already far away from the Road to the Yellow Springs.

According to Lawyer An's last statement,

the fastest way to enter and exit Hell was to come to the Road to the Yellow Springs, and then actively float up to leave Hell and return to the world of the living.

Now that they had gone so deep and couldn't even see the Road to the Yellow Springs, it was obviously very difficult to run back on their own.

Fortunately,

this time he and the others weren't stowaways, but rather a company outing organized by the government.

During the landing process,

Zhou Ze saw below in front of him,

a dilapidated building,

which should have been a grand palace, but was now in decline.

However, the main structure of the palace was well-preserved, much better than the palace where Zhou Ze had last met the old woman and the cheongsam woman.

The alternation of prosperity and decline,

often created ruins,

Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, how many pavilions are in the misty rain,

that was,

what it meant.

Over the millennia, the overall changes in the pattern of Hell haven't been that many, but there have been quite a few changes in the forces that rise and fall, which has also created many historical sites in Hell.

In addition, Hell was large,

and there was no need to do any commercial development,

although the Underworld seemed to be crumbling, it wasn't so short of money that it needed to sell land.

Therefore,

the cultural relic protection work in Hell was actually quite good.

They landed,

about forty or fifty people.

As soon as everyone had stood still,

above their heads,

a few more white lotuses floated over.

Zhou Ze found that the emotions of the surrounding ghost messengers were even more tense.

Perhaps,

they had previously identified these people as their competitors,

and therefore,

after discovering that there were so many more competitors,

the pressure suddenly increased.

There wasn't enough porridge for all the monks.

Hehe,

Zhou Ze didn't care,

for him,

the more people there were, the easier it would be for him to slack off.

After a few more lotus flowers landed,

the number of ghost messengers present directly approached three hundred!

Three hundred ghost messengers,

Tsk tsk,

standing among this group of ghost messengers,

Boss Zhou was also a little overwhelmed.

The few leading Inspector-Generals, including the blue-clothed one, kept silent, and no one dared to go up and communicate with them, and they also put on a posture of keeping strangers away.

Three hundred people, standing together, no one whispered to each other, and no one would be stupid enough to complain about why the activity hadn't started yet.

Everyone stood there obediently.

Boss Zhou was a little absent-minded, but he wouldn't do anything out of line.

It seemed that

everyone was waiting for that Judge to appear,

but big shots, in order to maintain their status,

would definitely appear last,

otherwise, they would feel like they had lowered their value.

Under his feet,

was black vegetation,

black,

was the main color of Hell.

The plants and the ground here were mostly this color.

Zhou Ze lowered his head and watched silently.

Yes,

at this moment,

while everyone else was nervously and carefully waiting for the Judge to descend,

Boss Zhou still had the leisure to study and observe the vegetation of Hell.

This thing,

looked like Chinese cabbage.

But black Chinese cabbage...

Could it be pickled?

For some reason,

Zhou Ze suddenly thought of this.

"Boss, there's someone over there."

Old Zhang reminded in a low voice.

Zhou Ze raised his head,

and found that many ghost messengers around him were looking over there,

yes,

on the slope in the distance,

there was a person,

a chubby girl,

with bells hanging on her feet, wearing a Miao-style jacket, barefoot, carrying a basket, walking back and forth not far away.

A little...

familiar.

Zhou Ze frowned.

Many ghost messengers nearby were also very curious,

in this serious scene,

suddenly a "little girl picking wheat ears, walking barefoot on the埂 (a path between rice fields)," appeared,

it felt strange.

"Ouch!"

The girl suddenly shouted,

pointing at Zhou Ze and the group of ghost messengers with one finger, and putting her hands on her hips with the other,

she directly cursed:

"You bunch of bastards, why don't you stand somewhere else and stand here!

The vegetables I planted,

have all been trampled on by you,

aren't you ashamed!"

Before, she was separated by the crowd, so he couldn't see very clearly,

but when the scolding sounded,

Zhou Ze confirmed who this girl was:

Cuihua,

serve the suancai!