Xuanmen's little milk bag is the strongest worker in the underworld

Later, under Tao Wen's trembling description, the ghost king finally knew what happened.

It probably means that Tao Wen did not do bad things during his lifetime, but he was severely punished after his death, so he felt dissatisfied.

The ghost king smiled lightly and said: "Interesting, this is the first time I have been complained about. Fengdu is the underworld, which is divided into six palaces, which are dedicated to the affairs of the underworld. Heinous or treacherous people, as well as ghosts and demons who do troublesome things, will be punished. I will be imprisoned in Fengdu Hell, and I will never be reborn. All of these must abide by strict rules and regulations, and I am not the only one who has the final say. Since you feel that you have been wronged, then call the head of the 72nd Division in the future to find out what the problem is. Which link."

There are 72 divisions under Fengdu, and each division is responsible for arresting, tracking, interrogating, interrogating and other functions. Generally, it is up to Emperor Fengdu to decide whether to save ghosts and redeem them.

Emperor Fengdu would not bother with ordinary ghosts like Tao Wen.

Not long after, the five ghost emperors came, followed by the 72 chiefs.

Documents related to Tao Wen's life story were also brought.

The ghost king sat on the throne, patted his side, Yun Qi sat obediently beside him, leaning her little head towards him.

The ghost king quickly and lazily flipped through the official documents of Tao Wen's life and deeds.

Yun Qi whispered: "Father, isn't your work here a bit behind? We are all computers."

The ghost king glanced across his daughter's face, and there was a playful smile in his eyes, "What do you mean above, don't forget that this is your home."

"Eh? Is someone between us changing the subject?" Xiaotuanzi won't let him go just like that.

"You don't understand." The ghost king also leaned over and lowered his voice, "I said a long time ago that the underworld should also keep pace with the times and realize the paperless office as soon as possible, but..." He raised his eyelids to look at the man standing below. My subordinates, "You also know that these are ghosts and gods, with some mana, and they look down on human technology. There are also one or two conservative ones, who say that working with pen, ink, paper and inkstone is the characteristic of the underworld."

"You don't engage in tourism, so why do you want special features?"

The King of Ghosts had a smile on his face, and rubbed Yunqi's head with his hand, "My daughter is really good at making complaints, it reminds me of your mother's poisonous tongue."

Snapped!He closed the official document, looked at Tao Wen indifferently, then at Tao Wen standing below, and then at the Southern Ghost Emperor.

The Southern Ghost Emperor is called Du Ziren among the folks, and there is no record of him in historical records. He leads the Qiang barbarian ghosts and governs Luofeng Mountain.

"This man is in your jurisdiction, and he was tried by you after his death. He said he was wronged. What do you think?"

The Southern Ghost Emperor stepped forward, "I know this person, and I expected him to cry for grievances. He thinks he is a good person, but he is only blinded by his narrow-mindedness as a profound teacher."

Tao Wen immediately stepped forward in dissatisfaction: "This is slander! Lord Ghost Emperor just handled the wrong case and justified himself."

The ghost king immediately said: "I have already understood what is right and what is wrong. Since you think you have been wronged, you can say what you think."

Seeing what the ghost king said, Tao Wen had nothing to fear, and immediately said confidently: "As a mysterious master, I naturally know that there are ghosts and ghosts that plague the world, so I practiced hard and studied hard since I was a child, and when I grew up, I helped countless people drive away evil spirits." Avoid evil, win the respect of everyone, and have a reputation far and wide, why should I say that I did evil in my lifetime!"

The Southern Ghost Emperor glanced at him and snorted coldly.

"The Southern Ghost Emperor made a wrong case and wronged a good person. I complained in the underworld, but the Ghost King did not help me reverse the case. Instead, he dismissed my complaint. I was dissatisfied and escaped to seize others."

"You can speak with your mouth." The ghost king lazily opened the document in his hand.

"You are a mysterious master, with a straight and stubborn personality, jealous of evil, but extreme in nature, thinking that all ghosts are evil, and once they intrude on people, they should be wiped out, isn't that true?" Ghost King asked.

"Of course, isn't the duty of a mysterious master to protect ordinary people and subdue demons?"

"So, do you still remember that man selling oranges that you killed?"

"Man selling oranges?" Tao Wen was taken aback.

"Let me help you remember."

As the ghost king said, he stretched out his hand, his arm became infinitely longer, and he grabbed Tao Wen's head directly.

He actually grabbed a piece of life from his mind and played it like a revolving lantern.

Above are the young, young, middle-aged and old Tao Wen, who are doing different things.

The King of Ghosts seemed to grab a section randomly, and that section unfolded slowly, and it played like a movie——

In a small city, it is snowing heavily in the cold winter months.

A middle-aged man wrapped in a big gray padded jacket guarded his fruit stand.

There are very few people who come out to buy fruit in this kind of ghost weather, but he is unwilling to give up, maybe he can meet one or two customers.

"Boss, how do you sell this fruit?" A fat middle-aged woman asked, peeling an orange and tasting it.

The stall owner hurriedly said: "Four yuan a catty, my oranges are delicious, not sour at all."

"Four yuan is too expensive, let's get it cheaper. Look, it's snowing heavily, and no one will buy your oranges except me."

The stall owner shrank his head: "That won't work, all the oranges I buy are good ones, and you get what you pay for."

"Bah!" The fat woman spat out a mouthful of skin, turned around and left while holding the half-pulled orange, "It's so expensive and so unpalatable!"

Seeing the fat woman leave, the stall owner stomped helplessly, and continued to wait.

After a while, there was still no one, and there were fewer and fewer people on the street. Occasionally, a car would pass through the snow.

He thought that there would be no business today, so he pushed the car and left.

The side of the road was icy, and he was walking very slowly. The car slipped accidentally, and a small basket of oranges fell from the car with a bang, and the oranges rolled down the icy road one by one.

The stall owner let out an ouch, and hurriedly put the car aside to pick up oranges, when he heard footsteps behind him.

Turning around, I saw the fat woman grabbing oranges from the car and stuffing them into her bag.

A passerby raised his head and glanced dissatisfiedly: "This is not good, the stall owner is right there, aren't you robbing?"

"It's up to you! The dog takes the mouse, meddle in your own business! If there is no owner, it will be picked for nothing, you know nothing!"

Passers-by shrank their necks and left after being scolded by her.

Seeing this, the stall owner hurried towards the car, ignoring the oranges on the ground.

The fat woman saw him, and still packed the oranges calmly, because the road was icy and the stall owner was wrapped up tightly, like a big stupid bear, he couldn't walk fast.

The fat woman laughed loudly and said, "Look at how poor you are. There are cars on this road, so why just break oranges like this? I don't care if you were hit by a car and died."

After finishing speaking, he was about to leave with his bulging bag.

The stall owner was in a hurry and quickened his pace, a car crashed into him head-on through the wind and snow.