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Not long after, the police took the taxi driver and his car away.

Chu Si was not worried about any mistakes in the subsequent judgment. Not to mention that in the laws of the Qiming Empire, the maximum penalty for murder is death. Even if there is a possibility of lighter punishment for various reasons, it will never be used on this taxi driver.

You should know that Chu Si could have ended it by himself, but he did not do so. Instead, he let him accept the trial of the law in the world of the living... There are a lot of smart people in the official empire, so they can naturally make wise decisions. In order to express their goodwill to the underworld, they will only deal with it more severely, never less severely.

Therefore, it won't take long before he can sit at home and wait for the ghost of that person to take the initiative to enter the underworld.

"... Lu Xue?" Chu Si finally knew the name of this female ghost at this time. He shouted, "Give you one day to say goodbye to the people in the world of the living."

"... Yes."

The female ghost immediately raised her head and nodded twice, and drops of blood fell in the air along with her nodding movements. Then, her transparent soul turned into light smoke and disappeared into the night.

The pitch-black hearse restarted, and countless evil ghosts wailed under the wheels. The wind blew, and the ghost-like body slowly disappeared in the thick fog.

The underworld space connected to the hearse was still desolate at this time.

The sky was dim, and the wandering souls that had been taken in during this period were wandering on the empty land. From afar, you could see a void at the edge of the earth, as if the space was constantly collapsing. It was an illusory scene that had not yet been completely materialized into reality.

A pitch-black door stood at the edge of the barren plain, and surging black light flickered on it. This was the main body of the Netherworld Gate. Evil ghosts were stuck in the Netherworld Gate, constantly extracting the energy in their souls. They couldn't help but wail in pain.

"...Have you developed a little intelligence?"

Chu Si's figure appeared in front of the Netherworld Gate. Sensing the ignorant will fluctuations coming from the door, he couldn't help but smile.

The infusion of a large amount of faith power and the evil spirits that were continuously devoured by the Netherworld Gate really made this artifact undergo a new change. When the spirit of the Ghost Gate is fully nurtured and formed, it may be the most fair and selfless judge in the underworld. After all, every evil spirit has to walk around in its belly.

As if sensing Chu Si's emotions, the ignorant will wowed twice, releasing its instinctive attachment.

Looking around the barren plain and the ghosts wandering in disorder on the plain, Chu Si pointed at the Netherworld Gate, and an inexplicable energy wrapped it and transformed it.

"There are enough ghosts, and the power of faith has begun to have a surplus. It's not good to keep it in such chaos and disorder."

His dark eyes blinked slightly, and he whispered to himself.

"...It seems that it's time to establish the laws of the underworld."

A strange halo emanated from his palm, spreading outward, gradually covering the entire underworld. The rules of this space are like the main system of a virtual game. After receiving the instructions from Chu Si, the highest authority, they began to modify themselves.

The ghosts who were originally wandering in the wasteland in a daze suddenly woke up and found that there was a lot of information in their minds.

And from then on, every ghost who entered the underworld from the Nether Gate would leave a mark on the Nether Gate, and they would instinctively know all the rules of the underworld.

"In addition, the construction of the underworld should also be put on the agenda."

After imprinting a series of rules in the Nether Gate and spreading them along the connection between the Nether Gate and the ghosts, Chu Si turned his gaze to a barren land.

In the evening, in a hospital.

Zhang Ming floated in the air blankly, looking at the man who looked exactly like him below. In his chaotic mind, he had not figured out what had happened.

The man surrounded by a group of family members lay quietly on the hospital bed, next to him was a long straight line on the ECG monitor that gradually became straight. The man's face was covered with a white cloth.

The sound of crying echoed in the ward. A group of people gathered together with red and swollen eyes, discussing something in a low voice.

The little boy beside the bed didn't understand what happened. He just looked at the man lying on the bed curiously and stretched out his little hand to wake him up: "Dad... Dad, don't sleep! Dad, you lazy pig, mom and grandpa are crying anxiously."

The boy's childish words seemed to open a certain mechanism. The moment his soft little hand touched the man on the bed, Zhang Ming, who was floating in the air, felt that there seemed to be a touch of warmth in his soul.

His chaotic consciousness suddenly woke up and remembered what happened before.

The narrow mountain road, the sharp turn, and the oncoming speeding truck... The scene before death was like a black and white movie, fast-forwarding in his consciousness.

"It turns out that I'm dead..."

After sighing with melancholy, he looked deeply at his family below, and reached out to touch the boy's head, but was worried that it would have a bad effect on his body. He slowly withdrew his hand.

After just a short delay, Zhang Ming began to feel a slight stinging pain in his soul, as if a needle had gently pricked his skin. At first it was just one needle, then two, three, and more and more. It seemed that there was an invisible millstone between heaven and earth, slowly grinding away his soul.

He suddenly remembered the popular science in the Netherworld live broadcast room some time ago. He had listened to it seriously at the time.

"Is this the rule of the Yang world? Ghosts are not allowed to exist..."

Feeling the ubiquitous pressure all over him, and the panic that seemed like he would be driven out of his mind in the next moment, the grief and reluctance in his heart faded a lot, and there was fear deep in his soul.

At this time, he vaguely sensed a suction force coming from a distant place, and a deep vortex quietly emerged in mid-air, sucking his ghost into it.

Walking along the long passage in the whirlpool, he soon came to a dark door. The head of the evil spirit on the gate roared ferociously, with a fierce light flashing in its eyes.

Zhang Ming was startled and wanted to hide away. Suddenly he reacted: "No, I'm already dead! I'm a ghost myself, so what evil ghosts should I be afraid of?"

After understanding the logic, he immediately relaxed and swaggered through the open door. Everything he saw made him stunned.

As far as the eye can see is an endless black land, and large tracts of empty and desolate areas show that everything is in a state of ruin.

And in the center of the earth, a beautiful tall building stood quietly, like a sky pillar that penetrated the earth and the sky. At a glance, the top could not be seen at all. You can even see what appears to be an elevator on one side of the transparent building, packed with ghosts going up and down.

Near this high-rise building, one special building after another is distributed around it. Each building is very special. Some kind of special force field makes them float quietly in the air, guarding the central high-rise building. At first glance, it looks like something out of a science fiction movie.

And around these buildings, there are countless ghosts at work. They used the powerful power of ghosts to set off gusts of dark wind, rolling up building materials one after another out of thin air, and constantly building more buildings.

"Is this really the underworld?"

Zhang Ming, who was confused, blurted out subconsciously.

...instead of the future world hundreds of years from now?

"Of course it's the underworld."

Someone next to him suddenly answered a sentence, and the faint voice was mixed with the sudden dark wind, blowing on him.

Zhang Ming was so frightened that he turned around and saw a headless ghost standing behind him. The other party held the head in his hand and rolled his eyes slightly at him, as if he couldn't stand his sudden behavior.

...Yes, I am already a ghost.

Zhang Ming, who still couldn't adapt to his identity, smiled awkwardly. There was a big crack at the corner of his mouth, the face that had been crushed beyond recognition by the car was distorted, and his eyeballs accidentally fell off.

He picked it up and put it back in his eyes.

"Are you new here?" The headless ghost said suddenly with his head held in his hand, "Didn't you carefully read the code of the underworld in your mind? The Gate of the Netherworld has imprinted everything on our souls. middle."

"The code of the underworld?"

Hearing the reminder from the headless ghost, he hurriedly searched in his soul. Soon I discovered rows of suspended black characters, emitting a faint light.

"Merit value and sin value?" After reading all the articles, Zhang Ming finally focused on these two terms. The code provisions of the underworld seem to revolve around these two terms.

"When you are alive and have contributed to the world, you will have merit points on your body. Even if it is just a small thing like picking up garbage once to avoid environmental pollution..." the headless ghost explained, "Similarly, if you have committed sins, you will also have merit points on your body. Guilty value."

"Merit points are the common currency in the underworld. Whether you want to eat well, drink well, have fun, or have all kinds of entertainment in the underworld..." At this point, the headless ghost sipped the non-existent saliva, "I still want it. Accumulate more and bring it to the next reincarnation, or ask the Lord of the Netherworld in the underworld, the supreme Lord, to transfer these merits to relatives in the upper world and bless them with safety and health..."

"Can I still give it to my relatives?" Zhang Ming interrupted him urgently, sensing the black words in his soul marked with 89 points of merit, and asked urgently, "How should I give it to him?"

The head of the headless ghost floated in mid-air, its bloody mouth opening and closing: "Don't worry, you will know it soon. Don't you want to know how to earn merit points? After all, except for great benevolent people, we ordinary ghosts have The merit value is not much."

"Then how to earn merit points?"

"It's very simple. Participate in all the tasks issued by the underworld. We will do whatever the Lord tells us to do." The headless ghost raised his head high, his voice became a bit sharp due to the change of tone, and his tone was full of incomparable excitement. Revered.

...Before entering the underworld, he had already endured six days of torture in the Yang world. If the Lord of the Palace hadn't taken him under his wing, he would have died long ago.

Zhang Ming didn't have such deep emotions. He subconsciously complained: "... So is the dog licking until the end to get everything?"

Fortunately, he only cursed in his heart and did not let the headless ghost hear him. The headless ghost continued to explain. The head he was holding in his hand pursed his lips towards the area where the central high-rise building was located, gesturing to Zhang Ming to look at the ghosts who were building buildings in full swing: "For example, building the underworld, and for example, like me, building a building for the underworld." Newcomers giving explanations..."

Seeing Zhang Ming's stunned expression, the headless ghost grinned: "What? Do you think I am doing science popularization out of good intentions? Of course it is to follow the guidance of Lord Fu and earn merit points by the way."

The headless ghost led him all the way forward, while constantly popularizing various common senses. Zhang Ming listened, and his views were completely refreshed.

In fact, everything going on in the underworld now was so unexpected. It was completely different from the eighteen levels of hell he thought. Instead, it seemed like a highly intelligent technological world.

Suddenly, Zhang Ming thought of a question: "Oh, right. You haven't told me what will happen to those evil ghosts who only have sin value?"

"Those evil ghosts?" The headless ghost laughed grimly, driving the invisible wind to howl around, "You don't want to know their fate."

He stretched out his bloody hand and drew a circle directly at the underworld in front of him: "Now this entire underworld, everything depends on the operation of the Nether Gate. And the operation of the Nether Gate consumes soul energy. It can be said that the entire underworld is now supported by evil ghosts."

"--All the evil ghosts have entered the underworld. The inner space of the Gate of Hell, as a storage of energy, is squeezed by the Gate of Hell bit by bit. "

As he spoke, the headless ghost grinned and showed a sinister smile, sticking out his long tongue: "Have you ever seen sugar cane squeezed? It's that kind of squeezing method."

"Different sin values ​​have different squeezing times... Ghosts with low sin values ​​will only shrink their souls after they come out. Ghosts with slightly higher sin values ​​may lose one or two of their three souls and six spirits. If the sin value is too high... there is only one end of the soul being scattered."

In the sinister laughter of the headless ghost, Zhang Ming's soul shuddered for no reason and felt the chill from the depths of his soul.

When he looked at the sci-fi movie-like scenes in the underworld again, he immediately had a different feeling. This is a special plane that develops soul energy and uses ghosts as energy. No wonder it can achieve a curve overtaking in technology and greatly surpass everything in the world.

Being able to take a different approach and open up such an alternative underworld, I think the legendary Lord of the underworld should not be an ordinary person.

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