I'm not the underworld

Chapter 295

The ghosts in the eyes of outsiders are not clear. A few groups of misty black mist came to the Liangzhou tripod, and they didn't know what to do. The huge tripod weighing nearly ten tons was just lifted up, as if floating in the air with the black air, slowly Float into the channel just opened.

Chen Yifan walked in, and the passage disappeared.

Wen Su looked at the disappearing passage with thoughtful eyes.

"Master?" The old butler next to him reminded Wen Su, who was a little distracted.

"Let's go, I'll get the tripod in three days!" Wen Su came back to his senses and said to the little man beside him.

"Only three days? I'm imitating the Kyushu tripod, not some broken vase." The little man frowned and said.

"I know you can do it." Wen Su said plainly.

The corner of the little man's mouth twitched, and he muttered: "That's a big loss, a big loss! You don't even pluck out a hair of your iron cock."

Wen Su ignored it, the old housekeeper opened the shutter door, and several people walked out.

At this time, Chen Yifan came to the underworld again.

Under his instruction, a new tripod was added in the center of the "personal museum" dedicated to displaying his collections.

In fact, in the entire "personal museum", there is only one painting hung and a tripod placed.

However, he believes that it will be enriched in the future.

Set a small goal first, such as collecting a set of Kyushu Ding?

Standing in front of the painting on the wall, Chen Yifan looked at the Western demon being chased by the sparrow soul in the scroll. The ink and wash scroll, together with the realistic Western demon, made the scroll vivid and interesting.

Well, I really am a collector!
"Dijun, put it away!" A ghost messenger stepped forward and said respectfully.

"Hmm! There are old ghosts in the underworld, and there are a lot of ancient books and materials. Find the control law for me as soon as possible." Chen Yifan nodded slightly.

Then he looked at the Liangzhou tripod that had been put away. The nine tripods were smelted from all the copper in the world and suppressed the luck of the nine states. Needless to say, it feels heavy.

At this time, when the Liangzhou tripod was released to the underworld, it also solidified the luck of the underworld by three points.

It's a pity that it can't be used as a magic weapon yet.

Not being able to serve as a magic weapon, the ten-ton giant tripod was naturally unnecessary, and it was inconvenient to carry it with him, so Chen Yifan left the Liangzhou tripod here and left.

But he didn't leave the underworld directly. After a few days, he didn't know about Luo Qianqian, did he find out something?
Chen Yifan drove the ghost messenger to King Chujiang to get his investigation report.

This matter is a bit confusing. King Chu Jiang not only called out all the ghosts and ghost messengers who were present at that time to restore the scene at that time, but also investigated the judges and the ghost messengers under the judges who were in the nearby judge's hall at that time.

After all, ghosts and immortals are no better than ordinary people. With their strength, it is entirely possible to affect other "people" from a distance.

Later, through the examination of the evil spirit that devoured Luo Qianqian, it was confirmed that he was stimulated by an external force, which blinded its sanity, made him irritable, and temporarily increased its strength.

It was because of this investigation that even Judge Lu, who was in the Hall of Judges at that time, was implicated, which made this matter a hotly discussed news event in the underworld for a while.

More or less it can be regarded as a warning to some ghosts and immortals who are on duty in the underworld.

But no real progress has been made.

At that time, all the ghost messengers in the Hall of Judges, including Lu Pan, the "star judge" of the underworld, were called to compare with the remaining power of the evil ghosts, and none of them matched.

The investigation here can only be put on hold for the time being, but the report on inventory counting in the public treasury over there is more detailed. There are a total of [-] standard storage bags missing, which happens to be a batch.

According to the law of the underworld, the treasures that enter the treasury will be recorded, and the cashier and loan will be recorded.

However, there is no record of any whereabouts of these five hundred.

The treasure house has not reported theft.

For this to happen, it is natural to investigate the ghost who guards the treasure house.

After this investigation, I found out that there are many high-level ghost messengers in the underworld who will secretly trade with the ghost messengers guarding the treasure house. The treasures flowing out from this way are not included in the records.

These high-level ghost messengers exchange the treasures in the treasure house with the treasure house keeper at a relatively small price, or resell them, or give them to their descendants, relatives and friends in the world.

A high-level ghost messenger who can take five hundred storage bags at a time is probably not low-ranking.

With such a low position, the treasure house keeper probably wouldn't dare to take such a big risk.

In this regard, Chen Yifan only said one sentence: "Those who pretend to be public and benefit themselves will give me a round on the 100th floor. For the time being, the first floor will last for [-] years!"

Afterwards, he dropped the information and returned to the human world.

This is much more serious than the punishment originally planned by the underworld government.

One hundred years, that is one thousand eight hundred years!

Chen Yifan didn't know the criminal law set by the underworld, even if he knew, he wouldn't change his plan.

Because of Chen Yifan's order, the underworld immediately entered an era of "strike hard", and anyone who favored others for personal gain would tremble with trepidation.

No one can understand the horror of hell better than those who are in contact with hell every day!
In a certain magistrate's mansion, a middle-aged man wearing clothes from the Qin and Han Dynasties was full of anxiety, the door was closed tightly, and the rest of the underworld staff in the room did not speak.

"Old Wang, it seems that this great emperor is really not easy to mess with. It will be 800 years at every turn! Or, should we surrender ourselves?"

"Shut up!" the judge called Old Wang said angrily.

Wang Zhaoming is an old judge in the underworld. He was born in the Qin and Han Dynasties. After his death, by chance, he obtained a good ghost cultivation method, and was recruited by the underworld to become a member of the underworld.

It's a pity that although his qualifications are old, his reputation is not as good as those of the later generations such as Judge Cui and Judge Lu.

After the initial period of prudence and professionalism, he started to have crooked thoughts.

As early as the time when Chen Yifan was the Great Emperor of Fengdu, he started to run his own small group, communicate with the world, and use power for personal gain.

"Surrender yourself? That kid doesn't understand the cruelty of hell, and he was sentenced to thousands of years casually. Will you accept it for me?" Wang Zhaoming paced.

"But this hell is no better than the world, and the Hades have made up their minds to investigate. We won't be able to hide these things for a long time. We don't need to be judged by the Maotou Emperor. We will not be able to pass the trial of the Hades alone!" Another The little judge said.

"How about we run away?" A ghost messenger suggested.

"Where can I escape? The world is so big that it is nothing more than the Three Realms. The heavens and the human world are not conducive to my practice." Wang Zhaoming shook his head.

"I think... just keep doing nothing!" Wang Zhaoming said in a deep voice with a grim look on his face.

"Although the great emperor is noble, he ordered me to live as long as I live, and die as long as I want to die, but our current great emperor is a mortal!"

"Maybe, he reincarnated again, and he didn't remember to check on me."

As soon as Wang Zhaoming's words came out, the other judges and ghost messengers were immediately stunned.

"Slow down! Old Wang, you still need to think about this matter in the long run. However, you can push this matter to Lu Zhidao first, anyway, we were not there at the time." A judge who sat at the top of Wang Zhaoming's hands road.

(End of this chapter)