Please three incense

Chapter 1: Quick decision, rush to eight in the morning

"Now there is a sea coming to Agok. I will leave this world and go there..."

"When he leaves this world, he has already shed his flesh and blood body..."

In the middle of winter in Daliang Mountain in December, the earth is covered with snow and covered with frost and dew.

As dawn approached, the funeral procession set out on the road in great force, beating gongs, drums, and waving flags along the way.Several cars going up the mountain were blocked behind. The drivers were in a hurry, but they didn't dare to honk their horns and could only follow them slowly.

Not far away, halfway up the mountain, two figures, one black and one gray, stood on the craggy rocks, watching the group of people.

"Is it time yet?" Zhou Shuning, wearing a satin black cloth that was blindingly bright under the light, asked, rubbing her groggy eyes.

The young man next to her was wearing a Tai Chi official uniform, with handsome features. He glanced at the "little genius watch" on his wrist and replied, "There are still 3 minutes left."

Without hearing any further instructions, Lu Yu turned his head, only to see the woman next to him yawn widely, wipe the corners of his eyes, and then wipe the yawns from the corners of his mouth.

He looked completely unburdened by his image and looked like he wanted to fall asleep.

Lu Yu was speechless, but he was polite as he should be, "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for coming here for a trip. It is true that our officers have been sent to Wubei for support these days. You also know where..."

Zhou Shuning raised her hand and interrupted him, "I don't care about that." She yawned lazily again, "Quick decision, I still have to make it to eight in the morning."

The funeral procession passed by the winding rocks with great fanfare. Strangely, no one noticed them.

Suddenly, a semi-trailer suddenly lost control and rushed off the icy road. Amidst the screeching tires and screams, it ran into the funeral procession on the spot, hit the hearse a hundred meters away, and knocked over two cars. Only then did he stop.

In an instant, thick smoke billowed, and blood and body parts soaked the world, making it too horrible to see.Zhou Shuning yawned halfway and got stuck.He turned away, only to see Lu Yu's indifferent expression.

Lu Yu was used to this kind of scene. He dusted his watch lightly, and a piece of parchment like an ancient scroll slowly unfolded.

"Xiong Qing, male, 42 years old, Jin Mianren, died in a car accident..."

"Azaqubie, male, 30 years old, Jin Mianren, died in a car accident..."

"Mao Afu, male, 33 years old, Jin Mianren, died in a car accident..."

……

Lines of glowing regular characters were instantly peeled off from the Book of Death, and accompanied by circles of curse lines filled with sacred aura, they slowly flew into those who either died on the spot or were dying but were designated as dead by the Book of Death. forehead.

Seeing that the mark was completed, Zhou Shuning formed a seal with his hands and said softly "Go", and a white light enveloped the entire mountain.Then groups of broken glimmers of light emerged from those people's bodies.After another seal, these broken glimmers of light gradually gathered together and turned into complete spiritual bodies.

A total of 25 spirit bodies, pulled by the body buckle technique, stood one by one. They looked like they were in life, but their eyes were dull, following some kind of instinct driven deep in their consciousness.

Lu Yu counted and compared the death books one by one. After a while, he reminded and corrected him, "Uh, Mr. Zhou, that is Mao Axin, and the one next to her is the one who has reached the end of his life. You made a mistake."

Zhou Shuning frowned and stared at the shattered body for two seconds, strangely smelling a hint of rotten smell.

Out of caution, she raised her hand and held an ocher fishing rod in her hand.Then the hook hooked on the skull, and the spirit body was pulled out of the body bit by bit.

The process went extremely smoothly, almost dispelling Zhou Shuning's suspicion.

She didn't say anything, and with a palm from the void, she knocked back Mao Axin's spirit body.

However, this move made Lu Yu look stern, "Master Zhou, even if you are an official, you have no right to deal with the whereabouts of the spirit body."

Zhou Shuning retracted her pole as if nothing had happened, "Didn't you see it? I made a mistake."

Lu Yu said seriously, "That should be reviewed by the Third Division, and then sent back to the original place by the ancestor."

"He's an old-fashioned man again." Zhou Shuning muttered. Seeing the other party staring in disbelief, he said like a scoundrel, "I've already done it, can I still hook him up? Okay, the rest will be give it to you."

She pressed her fingerprints on the dead book, glanced at Mao Afu's spirit body, tapped her toes and left.

Lu Yu shouted from behind, "I will report this matter truthfully. Please forgive me, Mr. Zhou!" Zhou Shuning didn't even look back and waved his hand carelessly, "It's up to you!"

"How can you become an official if you are so frivolous and careless..."

Lu Yu secretly shook his head.

With a playful smile, he didn't take the rules seriously, and he also made low-level mistakes... This was the most unofficial Death God he had ever seen.

If it weren't for the token the other party was carrying, the sloppy outfit, and the name... he would really doubt that it was some fisherman wearing a tablecloth to pretend to be him.

Lu Yu waved the judge's pen, and all 25 spirits turned back and walked into the depths uniformly.

The mountains were filled with cries of sorrow.The locals who came after hearing the news heard the sirens of ambulances blaring from far and near.

Bimo, who was leading the way, closed his eyes and chanted sutras after surviving. When Lu Yu directed 25 spirits to pass by him, he seemed to feel something, his body trembled slightly, and a drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead.

When Zhou Shuning came down from the mountain, she took off the eight-pointed star drop ring on her middle finger, strung it into a necklace again, and put it on her neck.

As soon as the ring left her hand, she immediately shivered, "Oh my god, it's freezing to death."

Fortunately, the online taxi will arrive in 2 minutes.The driver saw her appearance - she was ordinary, barely pretty, wearing a black sweater, wide-leg pants, and an uncoordinated cape.Let's call it a cloak. It's square, black with gray checkered lines, and has tassels hanging down. At first glance, it looks like it was ripped off the table. I don't know what kind of trend it follows.

Dirtyness is nothing to be reckoned with, but temperament is even less so.

In short, the whole person looks a bit careless.

The driver couldn't help but joked, "Girl, don't you feel cold dressed like this?"

"Cold." Zhou Shuning said honestly, "I took the express lane when I came here. I didn't expect it to be so cold outside."

"Fast lane? Airplane? High-speed rail?"

"Easy to travel a thousand miles in the earth temple."

"What?"

"My immediate boss is so unkind! I thought this trip was all-inclusive, but he woke me up in the middle of the night and didn't say anything. He didn't leave me two tickets when I went home, and he even asked me to buy my own ticket. What an evil capitalist..."

Zhou Shuning complained loudly, but the driver did not dare to answer the question.

This girl talks confusingly, and she is probably mentally ill.

However, Zhou Shuning's complaint was not without reason.

As a small envoy of the ancestral spirit underworld in the Great Thousand World—despite the nice-sounding official name, to put it bluntly, he is the God of Death.That's right, it's the kind of god of death who wears black robes and holds a sickle to harvest souls in many myths and stories, making people feared.

But don't look at how majestic and terrifying the image of the legend is. They, the gods of death, are just a group of hard-working wage earners.

Yes, still a group.

There are about millions of death gods in the world, each performing their own duties. From low to high, they are divided into four levels: craftsman official, chief official, rank official and ancestral official.The number of craftsman officials is the largest, numbering in the millions; there are nearly tens of thousands of chief officials; there are thousands of rank officials; and there are only ten ancestral officials.Although the overall number sounds huge, there are countless migration directions in the world, and the god of death is working hard at every moment. In addition to the duty of staying in the place to guard the spirits, it can be as small as a few pigs or a few birds left behind during animal migration. , insect egg control in crop fields; it can be as big as creating natural accidents, from moving spider webs, destroying hornet nests to poisoning wells to screen out lucky ones...

The above includes, but is not limited to, the truly unethical things Zhou Shuning did on the way to promotion.

In short, any dirty work the size of sesame seeds and mung beans will be done and taken care of by the God of Death as long as the boss speaks out.Hit wherever you point.And due to the unequal "Ling Duo Agreement", every move they make by the Ling Duo Department must be supervised by the Investigation Department, and their actions are transparent and have no freedom at all.

There was no way, who could let their immediate superior of the Juling Division fail to live up to expectations?

After Zhou Shuning was promoted to a rank-and-file official, his dirty work was reduced a lot, but he was still restricted everywhere and felt very angry.

(End of this chapter)