Something strange is coming? Fortunately, I am the King of Hell of the Tenth Palace

Qingshi City God's Hall.

Shen Jian opened the pages of the good and evil records condensed by the City God's wonderful method, as well as the system-rewarded merit records.

This is the core of the Chenghuang Temple.

Recruit people who do great good, warn people who do great evil, and punish those who do evil without mercy.

at this time.

Black and White Wuchang returned with a chain of evil ghost puzzle pieces. They stood respectfully at the entrance of the temple and bowed.

"Sir, according to your wishes, all the life spans of Wang Feng and other eight people have been taken away, and the remaining half year has not been taken."

Hei Wuchang told the incident one by one.

Shen Jian nodded.

Those whose merits and deeds are recorded will be killed if they commit heinous crimes.

Those who have a record of evil deeds and have committed many evil deeds will go to the first level of the eighteen levels of hell after death and enter the hearse hell.

In fact, with the exception of one Wang Hao, the evil deeds of the other players in Okura City did not reach the level of asking Hell Black and White to do it themselves. At most, they took away their life span and left them to fend for themselves.

But who allowed these people to appear in the Qingshi area and have conflicts with family members related to the underworld? A typical example was right in front of him, and he had no reason not to grasp it.

then.

This is how black and white impermanence demands life.

certainly.

The focus of this matter is not the process of claiming life, but the follow-up.

After Yu Wang Feng and others returned to Okura City.

Counting the time, Daxia Longque Headquarters should have discovered that all the ghost puzzle pieces in Wang Feng and others were gone.

Shen Jian pondered.

There was a bit of a smile on his face.

Want to suppress the resurgence of the evil ghost?

Just come to the underworld.

The little bastard's method in the thriller game is not as efficient, harmless, and permanent as the underworld's method.

"Sir, do you have any more orders?"

Hei Wuchang's respectful voice came again.

Shen Jian came back to his senses, moved his mouth slightly, and said slowly: "You did a good job. You also go to the Netherworld Pond to wash away the yin energy and reshape the yin body. After that, go to the funeral of the mountain god."

"yes."

Black and white looked at each other.

Mountain God, I heard that it was a coincidence that he joined the company at the same time as them.

Although he is a human being, he has now been decreed to be a minor god.

And in actual status, this mountain god of Qingyue Mountain oversees all supernatural movements in Qingshi. And where is Qingshi?

The first stop to the underworld.

It is also the office of the King of Hell.

Put it in the underworld, this is Fengdu.

Being able to supervise Fengdu, one can imagine how high the status of this mountain god is.

According to the parlance of the human world, this position is equivalent to the head of the Jinyi Guard, a close confidant of the emperor.

Think of this.

Black and White Wuchang's eyes showed a bit of envy.

That human being is so lucky.

At the right time, I happened to meet someone who needed this position.

forget about it.

Thinking about it is just envy.

I heard that if you take a dip in the Netherworld Pond, you can be promoted to the Abyss Level Ghost King, so you have to go and see it quickly.

Think of this.

Hei Wuchang dragged Bai Wuchang, who wanted to escape, back to the underworld.

After soaking in Netherworld Pond.

They still have to make an appearance, so they can't be careless.

"Damn it, brother, I never saw you so active when I was in the haunted house before. I need to touch the fish."

"What nonsense? If anything goes wrong at your funeral tomorrow, I will immediately delete the messy collection of information you collected."

"..."

After the black and white impermanence left.

Shen Jian began to consider subsequent development plans.

Today's underworld is steadily expanding.

In addition to Qingshi and Binhai City, he ordered a group of ghost kings such as the son of the River God, the leader of the Wangui Sect, and the Bull-headed Horse Face to go to the adjacent cities to build the City God Temple more than a month ago.

Thinking about it now, it’s almost time to harvest.

At that time, the jurisdiction of the underworld will be expanded to the six cities.

Bring more territory under the control of the underworld.

Six cities, this is not the current limit of the underworld.

He needs more.

Think of this.

Shen Jian's emotions were ups and downs.

I'm in a good mood today, and I really want to play the horror game again to catch ghosts.

Shen Jian sighed.

…

The next day.

Today is a special day.

Twenty-seven, it’s time to be buried.

Until the day of the funeral, Song Yi's mind was still echoing yesterday's scene.

Half a year ago, he was selected by the thriller game and became a player.

But in a dungeon, he met Wang Hao, who was already a ghost master. Although he finally captured the supernatural props, he was found by Wang Hao in the real world.

And caused a fatal disaster.

If Shen Jian hadn't appeared, he would have been a dead man.

But he was still puzzled by the fact that Shen Jian knew his deceased grandfather.

From what Shen Jian said, it seemed that his grandfather worked under the person in charge of Qingshi.

But he asked his parents and other relatives, and everyone said they didn't know.

I don’t even know who Shen Jian is.

I haven’t heard Grandpa mention this person either.

With this doubt, he followed his family to the burial place.

Then.

I saw many people wearing black clothes standing at the burial site.

These people seemed to be here for his grandfather's funeral.

"what happened?"

"These people are also here to hold the old man's funeral?"

"How can the old man, a forest ranger, have such great connections?"

The relatives around him started talking in low voices one by one.

Song Yi took a look.

Recognized several people.

There were Zuo Ci and Meng De who stood up for him yesterday, Qian Kuan from the Daxia Longque Qingshi branch, the richest man in Qingshi, and many players who exuded obscure Yin energy fluctuations.

There is no doubt that these people are all related to horror games.

what happened?

Does his grandfather have any mysterious identity that warrants so many people attending the funeral?

Little did I know.

He was wondering.

The other side was also confused.

Discussed quietly.

"Isn't it said that this family is related to the mysterious person in charge of Qing City? They don't look special. They are all ordinary people, and the only one is only a first-time two-star player."

"It's really nothing surprising. Is it worth asking Yama to ask about the funeral time for a two-star player?"

"Well, can't we say there was something special about the deceased old man?"

"They are all dead. No matter how special it is, what's the use? And I didn't find any supernatural aura in the coffin. This shows that the old man is just an ordinary person."

"I guess we are too sensitive. This is just an ordinary funeral."

Everyone has different opinions.

His eyes suddenly fell on Zuo Ci and Meng De.

Because the original source of the news came from these two people.

Zuo Ci:......

Meng De:......

The corners of their mouths twitched.

They don't know either.

and.

They only told the members of the King of Yama Fans Club about this. Who knows where you people came from.

Each one of them is quite capable of being a spy.

soon.

The funeral began.

Everyone watched this funeral in silence.

until.

A gust of cold wind blew.

At the entrance to the cemetery, there is a hazy mist filled with a blue light.

Da da--

Along with it, there were footsteps.

From far to near, the footsteps are obviously very slow, but the distance of the footsteps is very far apart, which is weird and boundless.

this moment.

All the mourners heard the sound.

Ordinary people are confused.

The players and related personnel were shocked.

supernatural event!

The next moment.

In the mist.

Two figures, one black and one white, walked out.

Holding a white bone stick in his hand, the white strips are flying in the wind, with a sense of desolation and loneliness, as if a lonely soul is crying on it.

Everyone's heart trembled.

He stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

the other side.

Black and White Impermanence stared at everyone present.

They had smiles on their faces.

"The King of Hell has an order. After the death of Song Liang, he was blessed with great merits and deeds. He was granted the title of Mountain God of Qingyue Mountain. His body was buried in the territory of Qingshi and protected by the underworld, making him immortal."

"By then, Sir Funuo, we can ensure prosperity for several lifetimes."

Black and white, impermanent language.

His words fell.

In the direction of the City God's Hall, a golden light pierced the sky.

Submerged in the coffin.

this moment.

Everyone was stunned.

Especially the quiet words of Black and White Impermanence made everyone present confused and their brains went blank.

The order of the King of Hell?

Declare the mountain god of Qingyue Mountain?

The corpse is immortal, protected by the underworld, and blessed for future generations?

What a blessing this is.

Until the black and white impermanence leaves.

Everyone present felt as if they had just woken up from a dream.

The shock in my heart could not be suppressed for a long time.

Especially the family members at the funeral felt like they were in a dream.

Because of his meritorious deeds, the old man was named a mountain god by the legendary Lord Yama?

This sounds like a fairy tale.

But the black and white impermanence that comes and goes without a trace cannot be explained by common sense at all.

Perhaps, that is really black and white.

Also shocked was Qian Kuan of Daxia Longque Branch.

He naturally understood that all this was what Shen Jian meant.

But Qingyue Mountain, isn't this the mountain range on the outskirts of Qingshi?

In other words, that mountain range now has a god?

No matter how small a god is, he is still a god.

It is the myth that shines into reality.

And Shen Jian, who was granted the title of Mountain God, is even more of a myth among myths.

…

The funeral is over.

The Song family members were still in a daze.

"As you can see, the richest man in Qingshi came to me just now to negotiate a big deal worth several hundred million, but I'm just a pancake seller."

"What are you talking about? My eldest sister is just a sanitation worker, but the superiors directly asked her to be the person in charge of the health center."

"And that boy Song Yi, I heard that the official personally invited him to join an important department and serve as the real leader of Qing City."

"The old man has been with the mountains and forests all his life. Unexpectedly, after his death, he was selected by the King of Hell and became a mountain god. We are all familiar with Qingyue Mountain. When we were young, the old man often took us there to instill in us the concept of forest protection."

"You think, if we go to Qingyue Mountain now, can we meet the old man?"

Everyone in the Song family was full of excitement.

Because the Song family is going to be prosperous.

This.

Just because of Lord Yama’s words.

…

Qingyue Mountain.

The old man Song Liang appeared in the mountains and forests.

Everything in Qingshi, except the City God's Hall, is under his supervision.

Naturally, he also saw this scene.

There was deep gratitude in his eyes.

He bowed respectfully to the location of the City God's Hall.

The entire Qingyue Mountain seemed to be following his actions, worshiping the City God's Hall, or someone in the City God's Hall.

Pilgrimage to the mountains.

…

Shen Jian seemed to feel something.

He glanced in the direction of Qingyue Mountain.

Smile.

Nothing to do today, just looking for fun.

then.

Shen Jian came to the Chenghuang Temple in Binhai City.