Laughing like crazy, the metaphysics boss just came out of his stall and was noticed by the police

So, that day, after Fu Yiqing returned from busy work outside, he was frightened by the ghostly figure in front of his door.

When he looked again, it turned out to be the group of little city gods under his command.

Before she could speak, the leader was Chen Da Mao, who cupped his hands towards her and said, "Sir, I came here to ask for something."

"What's the matter? I won't listen to bad things." Fu Yiqing walked to his seat in a few steps and sat down.

She felt that it was tiring to be an emperor even though she was a judge.

Nothing but ghosts, except for an unknown evil ghost sitting on top of his head, shitting and peeing.

Of course, because he sells strawberries, he has conquered many of Mr. Fang’s spies.

Her life as a judge seems to be developing in a good direction, and she seems to be very motivated.

Chen Damao glanced at Hu Shiniang, then said after careful consideration, "Sir, I heard that your strawberries were selling very well before and were highly praised in the world. I would like to ask for some..."

This was a very presumptuous thing for Chen Damao and other ghosts, who all felt that this might be a glimpse into Fu Yiqing's secret of inhaling incense.

The moment they said this, the whole room fell silent.

Chen Damao lowered his head. If it weren't for the low incense, they would have very little incense that they could use for cultivation besides making offerings. He didn't want to offend his lord.

It took Fu Yiqing a long time to find his voice, "That's it?"

Don’t you just want to be a distributor?

That's it, as for mobilizing troops and mobilizing people like this?

Even though she is as smart as Hu Shiniang, she can't figure out Fu Yiqing's thoughts at this moment, "If you are in trouble, I won't force you, alas... But our ability is only so much, except for the humble thing about storing the statue of the City God. My ability, I no longer have the power to help you..."

Fu Yiqing: ...I know you are good at talking.

"No, don't you have computers where you work? Do you make reports? Do you send little ghosts to deliver application forms?"

Fu Yiqing found that his group of city gods looked quite capable, but because they lived in a different era, their brains had not yet changed.

This will greatly increase her work load.

She made a big mistake.

She took it for granted that these brats knew everything, so she didn't do any on-the-job training.

The city gods below all looked puzzled. Hu Shiniang didn't understand most of the things, but she understood one thing, "Your Excellency, are you willing to give it to us?"

"Strawberries have to wait for the next crop. We only have lychees. Do you want them?"

Fu Yiqing curled his lips, and his brows revealed a hint of evil. Such an expression gave Hu Shiniang and the other brats a sudden bad feeling.

But the mouth is always faster than the brain.

"want."

Therefore, this group of newly appointed Chenghuangs were thrown into the Gongcao room by Fu Yiqing, where they learned from Ma Wu how to write various application forms.

There are also tax details, as well as various local expenses, major events, annual summaries and so on.

Ma Wu is an expert in this field, but even so, a wailing sound can still be heard from time to time in the meritorious room where the judge is judging the case. Chen Damao, who had always had a good appearance, collapsed when he saw the tax details and annual summary exercises that Ma Wu had typed back. Two strands of black hair fell from his forehead, looking extremely embarrassed.

Taking advantage of those red eyes, they were extremely scary.

"Forget the tax details, Mr. Ma, why do you write this kind of thing?! What the hell is an annual summary? I haven't even completed ten years of work, how do I know what I want to write?"

Ma Wu is also very stupid. He has never received such a troublesome job. Teaching such a bunch of idiots, he is also very broken, okay?

"This is an example. You are already very good. You write it once every ten years, and once every year in the human world. I just ask you to write more beautifully and word it more appropriately. Maybe you will submit it to the Ten Palaces of Yama by then. My lords. I don’t want Mr. Fu’s face to be ruined, how can he survive?”

What Ma Wu said made sense, but she couldn't convince Hu Shiniang, who likes to kill people to solve problems, "Old thief, I think you are deliberately making things difficult for us!"

Unexpectedly, Ma Wu just glanced at Hu Shiniang and said, "Even adults want to write this thing."

All the angry city gods shrank instantly, and some even felt a little gloating about their misfortune. The suffering they were suffering now would be something adults would suffer again in the future.

What was the culprit who had done the bad things doing at this time? She wandered to the strawberry field and let Niu Fu call Niu Fu.

With so many things pressing on her mind, she had to solve one or two.

After seeing the city gods below, she suddenly realized a problem, that is, these city gods seemed a bit useless. It seemed that it would take a long time for them to grow up and go to the Duanshan bandit's den with her.

But obviously, Master Fang would not give her so much time. These brats all knew how to ask her for strawberries to sell.

Can Master Fang not think of it?

As soon as Niubi came, he knelt down with a flattering look on his face and said, "Young man, I've seen you before."

"Okay, okay, get up, I have something to ask you."

Don't look at Niubi bragging about how powerful he is around Fu Yiqing, but when it comes to Fu Yiqing, he is lying.

Feeling guilty for what he once did for Mr. Fang.

But Fu Yiqing didn't bother to care about his little thoughts and asked directly: "Do you know the location of Fangye Mountain?"

Niubi's heart trembled, and he looked at Fu Yiqing cautiously, "Sir, I have lost contact with Master Fang's little devils for a long time, and I probably only know one location on the top of the mountain."

"In the past, we followed the ghosts in the mountains and took many detours..."

According to Niubi's description, Fang Ye was in a basin surrounded by mountains, but they were in a cave. Behind the cave was a cliff, and in front was a river that ran through Huangquan.

Every year, many imps from the cottage are taken away.

The good thing is that Mr. Fang always gets the big head, and then the second, third, and fourth leaders are divided, and then it is the turn of the small bosses who have some status in the village.

Finally, it is the turn of a cannon fodder kid like Niu Bii, who may not even get a single incense candle.

Sounds like the benefits are terrible.

Fu Yiqing looked at the cow's nose again and again until he felt uncomfortable looking at the cow's nose. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at, sir?"

"Under such difficult conditions, what do you think? You still want to work for Mr. Fang?"

Niubi suppressed his blush and said, "Sir, in the past, not many ghosts in Buzhou Mountain were able to eat incense. Most of the ghosts who came here were lonely ghosts. They had no relatives to remember them, so they would not receive Mingbi incense candles. I came here because I could no longer survive outside. At least Buzhou Mountain still has some spiritual energy that ghosts can absorb, so I can survive for a while."

"Follow Master Fang. Although you may not be able to eat incense candles, there is a high chance that you will not die."