I looked down and saw that the place where Director Cui jumped down was a big hole. I pushed Shen Bing down first, then slowly retreated to the hole holding the Dharma bottle. There was a step below. I stood on the step and suddenly lowered my body to close the iron lid. There was an iron bolt under the lid, and I dared to walk down the steps after bolting it.
The five ghosts kept banging their heads around. Damn it, the three powerful magic arrays in my shop are not as solid as this door and this iron cover. They couldn't get in for a while.
When I walked down, I saw that the space was even bigger than above. There was a round conference table in the middle, which looked like a meeting room. Since ghosts can see through darkness, the underworld does not need lights at all. No matter what enclosed space it is, it is all gray, which looks neither real nor cute.
Director Cui was sitting on a chair, catching his breath. Shen Bing was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. Seeing that I was fine, she patted her chest and said, "I'm glad you're okay. I was worried that you'd been eaten by them."
Although her face was very pale and looked better without blushing, I still felt that it was beautiful. I held her little hand and said, "Thank you for your concern. I am an indestructible cockroach. I will be fine at any time."
She suddenly pulled her hand back, looked at the director over there, blushed and said: "Why are you taking advantage of me? Can you touch me casually?"
I almost fell down. I don’t know how many times I touched you since I entered the underworld before I reacted.
Director Cui was a pervert. He stared at Shen Bing with lustful eyes and asked, "Why did you come back? You only want to cause trouble for me."
I secretly poked Shen Bing and signaled her to tell Director Cui that this old guy likes female ghosts and it would be easier for her to communicate than for me.
Shen Bing said to him, "We don't want to come back either. Do you think this is a scenic spot? We were forced back by the five big black balls outside. We went to find you to get a pass to return to the world of the living, but you were not there. If we had gotten the pass earlier, we might have returned by now."
"Well, I was checking the household registration with the director." His face turned red as he spoke. I understood. He was lying. Is prostitution considered work? He saw that I was looking at him in the wrong way, so he quickly changed the subject: "What are those five things?"
Your question is so stupid. Even the director of the management office doesn’t know what they are, so how are we supposed to know
Shen Bing interjected, "Five big black balls." This answer was also quite stupid.
"Damn it, those in the underworld are ghosts, and there is no one who is not registered. Who are they?" Director Cui reached out and touched his body, and suddenly slammed the table in anger and shouted, "Damn it, I left the sound transmission note in the brothel." He looked at the four walls and let out a long sigh, "This place is built as solid as a bank. I can't get out. There is no way to find out who the five ghosts are."
I didn't expect that the high-level management of the underworld is also subject to many restrictions. There are walls that cannot be penetrated, and even asking questions requires sound transmission. Since he said so, he is not much more senior than us. We are all trapped in this underground meeting room and cannot get out.
"Bang bang bang" the collision sounds on the iron cover became more and more frequent, which made us tremble with fear. I felt that if it continued to hit like this, it would eventually break.
Director Cui suddenly asked me, "Aren't you a heavenly master in the human world?"
I nodded and said, "Almost the same. The true nature of the Heavenly Master is actually a ghost business."
He covered his head and thought for a long time before saying, "I remember that three hundred years ago, there was also a chaos caused by evil spirits. The King of Hell happened to go to the Heaven to report on his work and took away a large number of senior managers. We, the small soldiers and crab generals, could not quell the chaos. It happened that a Taoist priest died and reported that he had integrated Taoism into ghost magic and helped the underworld to quell the chaos. After the King of Hell came back, he specially rewarded him and built a monument for him on Zhongping Street. You can learn from this method to deal with the five ghosts!" Zhongping Street is the middle one of the nine streets, and the management office is on this street.