How can one become an immortal if one is so lazy?

"Work efficiency and stuff...it doesn't matter!"

Po Meng shook her head and said indifferently: "It's not like I don't know how to multitask, grandma. There are many avatars doing things everywhere, and you are the only one left to chat and gossip?

The reason why it's so slow is because they can't drink the soup fast, not because of me. "

"So awesome..."

Hei Yang scratched his head and looked curiously at the long queue slowly moving forward at the entrance of Naihe Bridge: "It seems that this is really the case...

However, do so many people die every day..."

Old, young, male, female...

There are soldiers wearing armor with a hole in their head...

There is a scholar who sticks out his tongue and commits suicide for unknown reasons...

There are ignorant children who died in accidents...

There is also a girl who is graceful, but pretty but miserable...

"Really are……"

Hei Yang, who was in this long queue back then, was not in the mood to take a closer look, but now that he looked at it, he was shocked.

At a glance, all ages and all kinds of strange ways of death are presented in front of Hei Yang, and the fragility of life is fully revealed here.

[So, I don’t have so many grand pursuits. As long as I can live without worrying about food and drink, I will be extremely lucky.

If you still have someone you love and someone who loves you, that is the greatest happiness! 】

The thought that he had always had came to Hei Yang's mind. Really, he felt that he was extremely lucky, not only in things like opening gift boxes. There were too many things in his life that were worthy of happiness.

Lucky that he could come to the Traveling World, lucky to be the child of his parents, lucky to meet Xiaoli...

This is what Hei Yang thought before, but now that he saw the endless queue, he was even more determined in his heart: just quietly and leisurely watching the flowers blooming and falling every year in Five Color City is enough. Yes.

"There are relatively few people sent in this batch."

Meng Poxun glanced at Hei Yang and said some indifferent words: "When you see hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of people in a row dying in the same way, then it will be called a large number of people.

Just the three thousand worlds managed by this underworld, disasters, accidents, wars, plagues...

Sometimes people die one by one, which is where they go. "

"Hmm..."

Hei Yang opened his mouth, but his heart was still shocked: "Looking at so many dead souls every day, your heart will be so cold and numb, right?"

"Isn't that right?"

Meng Po said leisurely: "So, the Lord of Hell said: Only you, a good man of all generations, can still retain a sense of compassion after witnessing so many deaths...

Gee, I really don’t know why I did so many good things in the past, but now I’m getting retribution. "

"ah……"

Hei Yang listened to Mrs. Meng's speech which was extremely inconsistent with the core values ​​​​of repaying good people in the underworld, and reminded him in a low voice: "Grandma, be careful what you say, in case some big boss hears it and expels you in anger... Uh, no, It’s bad to postpone your retirement date again!”

"hiss!"

Mrs. Meng reacted: "It's true! I haven't spoken to anyone like this for many years, and I couldn't hold my tongue for a while... Ahem, Xiaoyang, what grandma said just now..."

"I didn't even hear it!"

"A sensible child."

"That is!"

Hei Yang chuckled and stood up at some point. He handed the soup to the dead souls who passed by: "Then you have so many clones, why don't you make a few clones, or find a few in the underworld?" How about a kid who is younger than your officer come to help?

Look how lonely you are doing this job all these years! "

"Huh, apart from me, you are the only one who thinks this is a tiring job."

Po Meng snorted softly and explained: "In the eyes of other dead souls, this is a good job.

You only need to make soup and pass the bowl, and you can obtain the huge merit of transforming a person. Do you understand the gold content in this?

When grandma and I resign from my underworld position, even if there is no protection from the underworld, the huge merit above my head will make me go smoothly, and no one will dare to mess with me.

This kind of work must be done by myself, and if I find others, I will share this merit.

It's not that I'm stingy, grandma, but the underworld has regulations. If Meng Poting's merits here are reduced a bit, if there are more merits elsewhere, things will get messy. "

"Aha?"

Hei Yang looked confused: "What about me? I won't share your merits?"

"You..."

Meng Poxun glanced at Hei Yang: "I said that your travel world is not under the control of the underworld, so you should understand, right?"

"Temporary worker! He works hard, works hard, takes the blame and gets scolded, and is careful to please his colleagues. The company pays to find this person?!"

"clever!"

Hei Yang: "..."

Chapter 157 Really, many people have confessed to me before!

"When the merits are sent down, there will be no trace of you in this world, and there will be no merits being distributed."

Po Meng looked at Hei Yang who looked unhappy, and couldn't help but smile: "Don't be unhappy, you have merit in saving those souls who don't deserve to die in your world.

Well, in your world, that thing doesn't seem to be called merit. To put it bluntly, it is a manifestation of luck. Good people are rewarded. This is not just talk. "

"Ha, then I definitely can't be considered a good person."

Hei Yang curled his lips: "So, I'll just help you for free."

"Care for the elderly!"

"You still love children!"

"Tsk, tsk, you."

The corners of Meng Po's mouth kept rising. She hadn't spoken to anyone like this in some years: "Okay, okay, grandma will pay your salary herself, right?"

"Will you give me a bowl of soup?"

"It's not impossible."

"I don't think so."

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, um..."

Po Meng smiled and said thoughtfully: "To be honest, it has only been less than three hours, and you are still lazy here. Grandma doesn't want to give you anything good."

"You are so sincere."

Hei Yang couldn't help complaining: "If you ask me, you can just stuff me with rubbish and tell me what kind of treasure it is that was passed down from the ancestors at the beginning of the world, but you can only do it when you need me to be very strong. Momentum or something.”

"You're quite skilled at digging holes for yourself."

"Basic operations are not worth mentioning."

"Okay, okay, I can't do that kind of shameless thing."

Po Meng rolled her eyes at Hei Yang and said casually: "Suddenly I thought of the soup made by your little girlfriend, but it doesn't look very successful. In return, I will give you some advice."

"No need!"

Hei Yang's heart twitched and he quickly begged for mercy: "I'll give Grandma Meng a drop. She's already very powerful now. You don't need to upgrade her anymore.

Besides, my Xiaoli will definitely not have the ambition to be Meng Po...well, Hong Po (?), she just wants to be Hei Yang's wife! "

Moreover, if Hong Li really learns one and a half moves...

"Hei Yang, go put the child to sleep."

"No, it was me who did it yesterday, it's your turn today."

"You really don't want to go?"

"I really don't want to go!"

"You're thirsty, drink some water."

"Oh, thank you! Tons, tons, tons..."

"Hei Yang, go put the child to sleep..."

"No, yesterday...eh?"

"What? Yesterday it was me, today it's your turn!"

"That's okay."

It's okay, damn it!

Then wouldn't he become Hong Li's plaything and let him do whatever he wants? !

Absolutely not! ! !

"What are you thinking about? I can just pass on the exclusive secret recipe?"

Meng Poxun glanced at Hei Yang and explained slowly: "I just want to tell you that she should do this..."

………

"Okay, okay, it's his loss if he misses you, aunt."

Hongli patted her aunt on the back expressionlessly: "Without this one, you can still meet someone better."

"Yes, yes, that's what I think!"

Hong Ling felt a little comforted in her heart.

"Men, even if you successfully pry someone else's corner today, you will be doubtful tomorrow about whether he will be pried away by others."

"Yes, yes! Xiaoli, you are right! Is there anything else?"

Hongling wanted more comfort.

"Well, I have no words."

Hong Li rolled her eyes: "That's about right, you're making my legs numb. Is the law enforcement team so idle..."

"Well, because it's already shift change time, and then it's break time."

Hong Ling laughed twice, feeling that the majesty of being an aunt was gone.

She watched Hong Li look like a face, and suddenly a little curious what kind of boy was it, so that she could like her niece ...

In other words, what kind of good temper can she tolerate her niece?

"Xiaoli, aunt wants to ask you something?"

"ha?"

Hongli asked doubtfully: "What are you asking?"

"What do you think..."

Hong Ling asked curiously: "How about your little boyfriend, Hei Yang? I mean, what kind of boy is he?"

"Why are you asking this?"

Hong Li's face instantly became solemn, and she distanced herself from Hong Ling with a vigilant look on her face: "I'm warning you, even if no one wants you, don't try to get his idea, otherwise, I will turn my back on you!"

"You've already turned your back."

Hong Ling rolled her eyes, waved her hands and complained: "Am I still trying to get his idea? Do you know how old I am, aunt, and how different I am from you?"

"How many?"

"Oops...well, I won't tell you."

Hong Ling snorted softly and curled her lips: "I'm just curious, why can even you, a guy who doesn't go out all day, doesn't take the initiative to communicate with others, has a bad temper, and has a weird personality, find a boyfriend, but I find a boyfriend?" Not yet?”

"Even if you try to hack me again, it's useless."

Hongli spread her hands, looking proud of a winner: "There's no way, isn't this kind of thing difficult? It's easy!