Chapter 440 My daughter is really a master at complaining
Later, with Tao Wen's trembling description, the Ghost King finally knew what happened.
It probably means that Tao Wen did not do any bad things during his lifetime, but he was severely punished after his death, so he felt dissatisfied.
The Ghost King smiled calmly and said: "Interesting, this is the first time I have been complained about. Fengdu is the underworld, which is divided into six palaces. It is responsible for the affairs of the underworld. Those who are heinous or evil, as well as ghosts and monsters who cause trouble will be punished.
Imprisoned in Fengdu
Prison, and you will never be reincarnated. And all of this must abide by strict rules and regulations. I am not the one who has the final say. Since you feel that you have been wronged, call the head of the 72nd Division to find out where the problem lies.
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There are seventy-two divisions under Fengdu, each of which is responsible for arresting, tracking, prosecuting, interrogating and other functions. In general, the redemption of ghosts is decided by Emperor Fengdu, and the ghosts are reborn and sent through customs through Emperor Fengdu.
Emperor Fengdu would not care about ordinary ghosts like Tao Wen.
Not long after, the five ghost emperors came, followed by the chiefs of the seventy-two divisions.
Documents related to Tao Wen's life story were also brought.
The Ghost King sat on the throne and patted his side. Yun Qi sat next to him obediently, leaning her little head towards him.
The Ghost King quickly and lazily flipped through the official documents documenting Tao Wen's life and deeds. He read ten lines at a time and could roughly grasp it with just one glance.
Yun Qi whispered: "Dad, is your office a little backward? We are all equipped with computers."
When the passers-by were scolded by her, they quickly shrank their necks and left.
He actually grabbed a series of life fragments from his mind and played them like a revolving lantern.
A middle-aged man wrapped in a gray cotton-padded jacket guarded his fruit stall.
"You don't understand." The Ghost King also leaned over and lowered his voice, "I have long said that the underworld must also keep pace with the times and achieve a paperless office as soon as possible, but..." He raised his eyelids and looked at the person standing below.
The subordinate said, "You also know that these are ghosts and gods. They have some magical powers and are very disdainful of human technology. There are also one or two conservatives who say that working with pen, ink, paper and inkstone is the characteristic of the underworld."
The Southern Ghost Emperor stepped forward, "I know this person, and I expected him to cry out for injustice. He thinks he is a good person, but he is just blinded by the narrow-mindedness of being a mysterious master."
The Ghost King grabbed a section seemingly at random, and the section slowly unfolded and played like a movie——
The Ghost King immediately said: "I already understand the right and wrong. Since you think you are wronged, you can tell what is in your heart."
A passer-by stretched out his head and glanced dissatisfied: "Isn't this good? The stall owner is right there, aren't you robbing him?"
"The Southern Ghost King mishandled the case and wronged good people. I complained about my injustice in the underworld, but the Ghost King did not help me reverse the case. Instead, he dismissed my accusation. I was dissatisfied, so I escaped and wanted to seize other people's bodies."
"The man selling oranges?" Tao Wen was startled.
"Let me help you remember."
The ghost king's eyes flashed across his daughter's face, with a playful smile in his eyes, "What do you mean, don't forget that this is your home."
Looking back, I saw the fat woman grabbing the oranges on the car and stuffing them into her bag.
Thinking that there would be no business today, he pushed the car and left.
The Ghost King said, stretched out his hand, his arm grew infinitely long, and directly grabbed Tao Wen's head.
"Huh? Is someone among us changing the subject?" Xiaotuanzi would not let him go.
Tao Wen immediately stepped forward unconvinced: "This is slander! Lord Ghost Emperor just handled the wrong case to excuse himself."
"This man was in your jurisdiction and was tried by you after his death. He said he was unjust. What do you think?"
"You don't engage in tourism, so why do you want to be special?"
"Of course. Isn't it the duty of a mysterious master to protect ordinary people and subjugate demons?"
"So, do you still remember the man selling oranges that you obliterated?"
After a while, there was still no one. There were fewer and fewer people on the street. Occasionally, a car would drive through the wind and snow.
The stall owner shrank his head and said, "That won't work. All I buy are good oranges. You get what you pay for."
The Southern Ghost Emperor glanced at him and snorted coldly.
The stall owner hurriedly said: "Four yuan a pound, my oranges are delicious, not sour at all."
The stall owner uttered an ouch and hurriedly put his car aside to pick up oranges when he noticed footsteps coming from behind.
"Boss, how do you sell this fruit?" asked a fat middle-aged woman, and then she opened an orange and tasted it.
"Four yuan is too expensive. Make it cheaper. Look at the heavy snow. No one except me will buy your oranges."
"You are a mysterious master. You have an upright and stubborn personality and a hatred of evil. However, you have an extreme temperament. You believe that all ghosts are evil and should be killed once they intrude on people. Isn't that right?" asked the Ghost King.
"You know how to talk with your mouth." The Ghost King lazily opened the official document in his hand.
The southern ghost emperor is called Du Ziren among the people. There is no record of him in historical records. He leads the Qiang barbarian ghosts and governs Luofeng Mountain.
"It's up to you to take care of it! If a dog catches a mouse, keep your nose in other people's business! If it doesn't have an owner, it will be picked up in vain. You know nothing!"
Seeing the fat woman leaving, the stall owner stamped his feet helplessly and asked to continue waiting.
Bang! He closed the official document, looked at Tao Wen indifferently, then looked at Tao Wen standing below, and then looked at the Southern Ghost Emperor.
With a smile on his face, the Ghost King reached out and rubbed Yun Qi's head, "My daughter is really good at making complaints. She reminds me of your mother's poisonous tongue."
In a small city, it is the coldest month of winter and there is heavy snowfall.
The roadside was icy, so he was walking very slowly. The car accidentally skidded, and a small basket of oranges fell from the car. The oranges rolled down the icy road one by one.
Seeing what the Ghost King said, Tao Wen didn't have anything to fear, and immediately said confidently: "As a mysterious master, I naturally know that there are ghosts and monsters in the world that cause harm to the world, so I have practiced hard and studied hard since I was a child. When I grow up, I will help countless people exorcise evil spirits.
I avoid evil, win the respect of everyone, and have a reputation far and wide, so why should I be said to have done evil during my lifetime!"
"Bah!" The fat woman spat out a mouthful of skin, pinched half of the orange and turned around to leave. "It's so expensive and tastes so bad!"
Above are young, young, middle-aged and old Tao Wen, each doing different things.
Very few people would come out to buy fruit in this crazy weather, but he was unwilling to give up, maybe he could meet a customer or two.
Seeing this, the stall owner hurriedly walked towards the car without caring about the oranges on the ground.
The fat woman saw him and still packed the oranges calmly. Because the road was icy and the stall owner was wrapped up tightly, he looked like a big stupid bear and couldn't walk fast.
The fat woman laughed loudly and said: "Look at how poor you are. There are cars on the road, so why don't you just break the oranges? You don't care about me if you get hit by a car."
After saying that, he was about to leave with his bulging bag.
The stall owner was anxious and quickened his pace. A car drove through the wind and snow and bumped into him.
