Yan Jun chases his wife: Madam, don't make trouble!

Chapter 6 Purpose of Inn

It doesn't matter whether it's a human or a ghost, since it's open for business, as long as there is money to make, it's fine.But the embarrassing thing is that she has been busy until now, and she doesn't even have time to boil water, let alone tea to entertain others. She said embarrassedly: "Old man, please sit down first, I will boil some water." .”

"Ah."

The old man was not in a hurry, she looked at the clean surroundings with her dull eyes and asked, "Has the Huangquan Inn changed its manager?"

"No, I'm just a new guy, and our shopkeeper has something to go out."

"Oh." The old man suddenly realized, and continued to sit in his seat without saying a word.

Until she boiled a pot of water, brewed some tea and brought it out. Fortunately, Fenghua Xueyue and the others helped, otherwise she didn't know how long the fire would start.

As she said, she just arrived here last night, so she doesn't know what the Huangquan Inn usually does. It is definitely not used for eating and lodging like those inns in the city.

"Girl, here." Fenghuaxueyue floated towards the counter, and Tang Jin followed. There was nothing on the counter except pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

Opening the drawer, I saw a notebook inside. I put it on the counter and opened it. It was filled with pages and pages of beautiful and neat fonts. Did he write so many of them himself?
Lord Yan, my son didn't do a single bad thing before he was alive, but he did all good deeds. In the end, a white-haired man sent a black-haired man. I only hope that the gods can let my son find a good family.

Lord Yan, this dog official who is not as good as a beast has finally been beheaded for public display. I hope you will beat him to the eighteenth level of hell, and it is best not to be reborn forever.

Lord Yan, my father left early, and we were all brought up by my mother. Unfortunately, my mother was taken away by illness before she had time to enjoy the blessings. I am willing to reduce my life by ten years in exchange for my mother's happiness and happiness in the next life. well-being.

……

Tang Jin roughly looked at it, and most of the words written on it were the thoughts and feelings of the living for the deceased.

It looks like an agent of the underworld!Worked for Lord Yan!

"Girl, we have a lot of jobs, mainly those who have something to do with the underworld, and they are professional."

To put it bluntly, it is the medium between the underworld and the yang world.

"Just like that aunt, she would come here every month. Her son was a gambler and disrespected his parents. After his death, he was thrown into the eighth iceberg hell to serve his sentence of 128 million years."

Pfft—128 million years! ! !That is equivalent to how many years in the mortal world?The figure of 128 million is the time of the underworld.

"One day in the yang world, one year in the underworld." Feng Hua said.

"Fortunately, it's not like one day in the underworld and one year in the underworld." Then this sentence is quite painful.

"That's something that only exists in the sky, it's different from ours here."

So the aunt will accumulate virtue and do good deeds every month, and come to Fuyin her son who is serving his sentence in Bingshan Hell, so that his sentence can be reduced.

But even if she continues to do good deeds until she dies, it is impossible for her son to come out of the iceberg hell. After all, the strength of a single person is too small.

Hearing this, Tang Jin felt that the old man was so pitiful, so she closed her notebook, walked out of the counter, walked to the old man and said, "Ma'am, can I help you?"

"Actually, it's nothing. I just brought you this blessing bag, and I hope to help me take it down." The old man said, and took out a somewhat old purse from the basket. The word "Fuyin" was engraved on it. The bags are from our store, and are only used by those who are willing to help relatives who have gone to hell to accumulate blessings.

(End of this chapter)