Chapter 144: Underworld is a good place

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Six people were received on a trip, and one of them was given a little red hat to wear. They were led around the city by a male receptionist.

It is impossible to wear a hat, but you can still see the scenery.

Everyone is still more interested in the underworld, and there is nothing wrong with learning more about it.

When you go on a mission, you don't necessarily have to fight and kill. It is also a good choice to make peace and make money.

They first visited the statue of Houtu Empress in the city center, a dignified, majestic and somewhat loving goddess, standing in the flower bed.

She is worthy of being the mother of the earth, one of the four gods, and the emperor of the earth. Just the statue arouses respect in people.

Citizens in the imperial city would come here specifically to pray.

Within a few minutes of the visit, Jiu Motoko saw no fewer than ten ghosts who came to pay their respects.

I don’t know if I am praying that when I am reincarnated, I will be cast into a good family and be a rich second generation in my next life.

Afterwards, a group of them were led to the snack street next to them, where they visited the delicacies and snacks of the underworld, including weird fried bugs, unknown living blood, and blue drinks that had no appetite.

The six of them didn't dare to eat it, but they were a little curious as to where these things came from.

On the way to the Imperial City, there were no such strange things at all, and I thought the food we ate was similar to the food in the mortal world.

Occasionally, there are some meat skewers, which look good, but you don’t know what kind of animal meat it is, so everyone still doesn’t try it.

The receptionist was a kind-hearted young man who asked everyone to call him Xiaogui.

He didn't force everyone to try, he just led them around for a while, then got in the car and went to the most worth-visiting place in the Imperial City, the Underworld History Museum.

The entrance is high-end and classy, ​​with red walls and yellow tiles, making it look like a mortal emperor's palace.

But after entering through the gate, it feels more like an underworld, like a haunted house.

"Everyone, this is the impression of the underworld in the world of the underworld in history. With the changes of the times, the understanding of the underworld in the underworld is also changing." Xiaogui became the commentator by the way.

He walked to the display wall and said: "In the past, paper money was burned to relatives in the underworld. The types were concentrated on ingots and coins. Rich families would burn a few paper maids, paper horses and other things."

"With the development of the underworld, the thoughts of living people have changed, and their good wishes have been transferred to the underworld."

"The cornucopia and money tree are still standard features, but more things have been replaced with cannons. This is a modern villa, cars, mahjong machines and electronic products."

What is displayed here are the funeral objects that have not been burned in the mortal world. It is like entering a shopping website, with all kinds of messy things.

Jiu Motoko even saw things like lace underwear made of paper, famous dogs and cats, driver's licenses and passports.

With the passport of Yang Jianshao, can I freely enter and leave the Yin and Yang realms?

After they skimmed through the previous items, they got to the main point, which was followed by a display of the eighteen levels of hell.

Cheap plastic dolls were painted with red paint and placed in various torture poses on display inside.

When placing the oil pan, the fire used under the pan is made of cloth cut into triangles.

And in the place where money can make ghosts push millstones, there is a plastic ghost pulling a millstone, and some copper coins are scattered around the feed hole on the millstone.

"This is the famous saying that money can make ghosts grind. As long as the thrown coins can fall into the hole, the ghost in front will start grinding. Do you want to give it a try? You can exchange copper coins here, one yuan each." Gui looked at everyone with a smile on his face, as if he didn't intend to continue going down without spending some money to throw it away.

You are not a tour guide. How can you throw money at a ghost and you still get the money?

Besides, how much can this be divided into?

Jiu Yuanzi thought for a while, took out one yuan of change and exchanged it for a copper coin, and then said: "Those copper coins that were not thrown in were thrown in by someone. Are there people from the earthly world coming to visit?"

How could a ghost want to see something like this, and it’s so cheap? Even the bigger scenic spots in the world don’t need such low-level haunted houses.

Xiaogui smiled and said: "There are other ghosts. The school will organize students to visit. After all, this is the history of the underworld. You have to know it if you live here."

Jiu Yuanzi glanced at him, threw the copper coin in his hand onto the grinder, and it fell directly into the hole of the grinder.

The grinding wheel started to spin automatically. It was not the plastic ghost pulling the grinding wheel, but the grinding wheel pushing the grinding wheel around.

Well, it's still automatic, which can be considered a huge investment.

Jiu Motoko asked: "Why don't you use real bad guys to show it? There are always bad guys in hell. If you choose a pleasing one from each hell, there will definitely be more people visiting if you put it here. It also has educational significance for the citizens, so that Don’t do bad things in your next life.”

Xiaogui looked at her in shock, waved his hands quickly and said: "No, no, how can you do such a cruel thing. Ghost rights, we talk about ghost rights."

"Let's go to the next exhibition hall. There is a song and dance performance, which is the highlight of the museum."

This reminded Motoko Shu of the band with the stereo, and she really wanted to recommend them to work here.

But it seems that even if they die, they can easily find jobs in the underworld and have no worries about food.

Ning Zhi and the four ferocious beasts spoke very little and were almost silent the whole time.

They were a little confused about Jiu Yuanzi. Could it be that fairies coming to the underworld are like traveling abroad?

Not even the slightest bit wary.

Although this place looks like a haunted house in a mortal scenic spot with a ticket price of 20 yuan, this is the real underworld, so how can you make fun of others.

What to do if the ghost turns his back on you? The subsequent missions will be very tiring.

But then I watched the ghost sister in a white dress dance, and Mr. Ning was dragged onto the stage by a ghost bride in a red wedding dress, and they had a fake wedding in the scenic spot. They spent 200 yuan in gifts, and everyone was fine. out of the museum.

Mr. Ning felt a little tired after being tormented by the bridesmaids at the ghost bride for a long time. He wouldn't open his eyes when he got home and find a ghost bride in the house, right?

The four ferocious beasts are also tired. Why are they so tired from traveling? When they finally came out, they were forced to buy souvenirs, including black and white impermanent dolls and stuffed animals with bull heads and horse faces.

They got in the car, Jiu Motoko was at the end, and a cloud appeared in the sky, blocking the sun.

She looked up at the sky and saw a huge cloud that looked like a person.

Xiaogui smiled and said, "Please get in the car. Secretary Bo called just now and said that the boss has returned and is waiting for you at the hotel."

"Okay." Jiu Yuanzi nodded and got into the car, holding a small black and white puppet in his hand.

It's just right to bring it back to the fake brother. Since there is already a Explosive Superman, it is normal to occasionally work in black and white.

The residents in the community will definitely understand.

There are no customers in the museum, and the money-making grinding mill has long since stopped. How many times do you want to spin a dollar?

The plastic ghost's eyes suddenly moved, and he stood up. He held his waist and twisted, "It's been another day of fishing, now you can go home from get off work."

The plastic figures in other displays also came to life, took off their props, and happily prepared to get off work.

It’s really like a worm at work and a smooth process at get off work. The museum is full of the happy atmosphere of working people who get off work on time.

On the luxury bus bound for the hotel, the atmosphere was a bit low at this time.

Thinking of the dinner later, everyone was in a bad mood, including Mr. Ning.

In ghost stories from the underworld, people who are invited to dinner by ghosts will find out in the morning that what they ate last night was either dog poop or bugs, which is very bad.

Only the devil knows what the food for dinner really looks like.

But it doesn’t seem good if I don’t eat it.

Mr. Ning felt that he was careless. How could he forget about this? It became a habit and he naturally agreed to the dinner.

Jiu Yuanzi felt that the atmosphere in the car was wrong, so he asked Mr. Ning why he was so weak.

"Mr. Ning, what's wrong with you? You look like your energy has been greatly drained. Could it be that you and the Ghost Bride were pretending to be fake and did something shady under our noses?"

"Could it be a cover-up? I didn't notice it at all. Damn it."

Mr. Ning looked at her, wanting to open her skull and see what yellow and dirty things were inside.

Don't watch stupid dramas all day long. Watch something useful. "Postpartum Care of Sows" is much better than those messy things.

Seeing that the other party looked like he wanted to gossip and his eyes were shining, he didn't want to see his name in the Alien Daily News in the future.

Jiu Yuanzi's frequency of posting to the Alien Daily News is a bit high. Who knows if she will one day say that the 5 billion financier had sex with a female ghost in public.

Even if she didn't say it, there would still be something in Alien Daily that couldn't be made up.

Last time at Nuwa Dojo, he was written as Xu Xian is still alive, the grass python heroic president.

If rumors spread about the Ghost Bride, she might even be nicknamed the Undead Knight in the future.

Mr. Ning said honestly: "I'm worried about what to eat. After all, this is the underworld."

"That's it, don't worry. Isn't it the CEO of the Yan family who is treating us to a meal? Gods eat good food. Poor people like lonely ghosts use garbage to fool themselves because they can't afford to treat people to dinner. "

It turned out that it was for this reason, Jiu Motoko said: "When the time comes, just look at me. You can eat whatever dish I eat. I can smell any smell."

"I didn't eat anything at the Taomu Dojo. I ate at the Nuwa Dojo, so there's no problem with keeping it." She said with assurance.

Mr. Ning thanked him and said, "Okay."

Then I saw Jiu Yuanzi leaning out from his seat and said to Xiaogui who was sitting in the front: "Xiaogui, I heard about the Yinming Ganoderma lucidum in the underworld, the Quan Yin Fruit, the Xuanyin Beast, and the Resentful Girl's Tears Pond. Forget-you fish, moonflower grass, and dragon soul shrimp are all specialties, I wonder if I can see them today."

Xiaogui looked at her blankly and quickly picked up the phone, "Wait a minute. I'll ask Secretary Bo what he ordered."

Ning Zhi covered his face and moved a seat inside, wanting to be farther away from Jiu Yuanzi.

Then Xiaogui reported the name of the dish on the phone and kept bowing in the distance, "Yes, yes, it is the name of the dish reported by the guest. Is it ready? Okay, okay."

After hanging up the phone, Xiaogui said with a smile: "Secretary Bo ordered everything. I have them all."

"Thank you very much." Jiu Yuanzi said with a smile, and then made an OK gesture to Mr. Ning.

These are all good things from the underworld that she has heard of. If you just name them, the other party will know not to fool them with shit.

Mr. Ning took a deep breath, forget it, it's better than eating dog shit.

Impression points can only be redeemed by your own charm.