This river is called Jiehe. It is the boundary between Yin and Yang. The other side of the river is the real underworld. Ghosts who go to the Naihe Bridge on the Wangchuan River must pass through the place where they will be reincarnated after registering in the underworld. Take a look at your hometown on the Wangxiang Terrace of the Naihe Bridge, and then Meng Po will pour you a soup to make you forget your past lives, cross the bridge and reincarnate, and become a new person.
After crossing the boundary river, the gray world suddenly turned into a dark environment. It was so miserable and sad that I couldn't help crying. Fortunately, I was not really dead, otherwise I would have cried when I saw this scene.
There were only a few houses on a wide street. I saw a money house. Holy shit, this is not just a legend, it really exists. An old man with small eyes and a mustache, wearing a melon-shaped hat, was sitting at the counter, rolling his eyes at me outside the door.
I wanted to go in and take a look, but the people, no, the ghosts, were clearly not in a harmonious relationship. If I went in without storing or retrieving anything, wouldn’t I be asking for trouble? Just as I was about to leave, a male ghost staggered over. Hey, I know this ghost. He’s been to my store before and bought Yin-boosting pills.
Oh, the smell of alcohol hit my face. When he passed by me, he burped and walked into the bank with drunken eyes.
"No, boss. It's been several days since the Ghost Festival. Why haven't you sent me anything?" the drunk asked while burping.
"How much money have you borrowed from the bank? You still have the nerve to come here to ask for things? We still owe you 380 billion. I'll send a dream to your family and ask them to send more money over. Otherwise, I'll send you to the management office to be punished." The old man with small eyes shouted with his eyes wide open.
Damn, 380 billion, why spend so much, buy an atomic bomb? Atomic bombs are not that expensive, and does the underworld have such high-end weapons? I looked up at the sign of the bank and saw the words "Underworld Bank". I realized that I made a mistake. One piece of ghost money is 100 million. How many billions would it cost to burn a fire basin? It seems that this is how inflation in the underworld is caused.
The drunk came out with his head hung, and went back to where he came from.
I know the management office. Its full name is "Ghosts Management Office", which is equivalent to the ancient government office. It was originally called Ghost Department, but it was changed to Management Office because it wanted to be in line with the system of the living world. Newly dead ghosts have to report to this place, otherwise, if their names are not on the ghost household register, they will not be arranged to be registered for reincarnation.
I hurriedly caught up with the drunk in front of me and asked him where the management office was. He looked at me for a long time with his drunken eyes before recognizing me. He was very happy, but then he said with a bitter face: "Brother, how did you die? From now on, where can I buy Yin-boosting pills?"
You are so stubborn and still thinking about this when you have so much debt. I smiled and said that my brother is not dead, he came to the underworld to do something and will be back soon. Please help me, and I will burn some paper money for you and give you two Yin-tonifying pills.
This guy's eyes immediately lit up. Damn, it was a real green light. It gave me goose bumps all over. Am I looking like this now
Without saying a word, he took me to the Guikou Management Office.
This is the ghost office? It's too run-down, isn't it? There are a few small blue brick houses, very old, with a sign on the roof with five big characters "Ghost Mouth Management Office" written on it. If it weren't for the sign, I would have thought it was a drunkard fooling me.
I had to first ask Shen Bing if she had reported. I entered the room where new ghosts were reported. A lifeless man and woman in black shrouds were sitting at the counter, writing in the register with their heads down. There were two newly dead male and female ghosts registering. They smelled pungently of smoke, and I guess they were burned to death. The female ghost finished quickly, so I walked over.
The female ghost registration clerk at the counter nodded to the men as soon as she saw me. It turns out that there are gender-specific registration rules.
Just then, the male ghost over there had also finished registering. The male ghost registrar lowered his head and asked without even looking at me, "Name, age, cause of death!"
"Sorry, I'm not dead yet. I'm here to look for someone." I smiled at them and ran to the woman.
"Come on, you trouble-maker! Take him down and fry him in the oil pan!" the woman glared at him and shouted.