The rise of the fast-moving boss

Chapter 588 I Sell Bowls of Soup in Hell 21
Each of the eighteen levels of hell is guarded by a lord of the underworld. Their power is second only to the King of Hades, and their temper...is not very satisfactory.

It's normal, after all, no one will have a good temper if they face a group of vicious and bad-tempered ghosts all day long.

When Anhao came to the [-]th floor of hell, she discovered that the ghosts here basically had no smiles on their faces, and their faces were full of numbness and indifference.

"Hell really is hell." An Hao wandered among the hells. The place she is now is only the city of the eighteenth floor of hell, not the prison for guarding those evil spirits.

Even so, there was a dead silence in the whole city, it was really indifferent and desolate.

Anhao went directly to the lord's mansion in the first level of hell.

The lord of the underworld on the first level of hell is named Xue Jia, a strong man in his 20s who looks fierce, but in fact he has the best temper among the [-] lords, and he is also a lord that Meng Yao is familiar with.

"Master Meng Po."

An Hao had just arrived at the lord's mansion in the first level of hell, and the two servants at the gate of the mansion bowed.

"Yeah." Anhao nodded casually, "Is your adult here?"

The servant on the left replied: "Yes."

"Take me there." Anhao said straightforwardly.

The Yin servant nodded: "Yes. But please wait a moment, sir."

"Yeah." An Hao nodded.

So the yin servant took out a tablet and sent Xue Jia a message.Soon, Xuejia replied.

After seeing the reply, the Yin servant put away the tablet and made a "please" gesture: "Master Meng, please follow me."

Following the yin servant into the lord's mansion, the mansion was silent, and there were other yin servants around, but they all had a cold face and no vitality at all—although everyone was originally a ghost and was dead.

An Hao followed the shady servant, and walked to a pavilion in a short while.

The Yin servant stopped: "Master Meng, my lord is in the pavilion, please go in by yourself."

"it is good."

Anhao responded, tidied up her appearance a little, and walked towards the pavilion.

As he approached slowly, he saw Xue Jia, a 1.9-meter-high burly man, facing a guzheng, trying to play the piano according to the score.

Xue Jia has a strong figure, bronze skin, neat cropped hair, and is dressed in black, with ten stubby fingers resting on Yingying's guzheng, and his expression is very solemn.

well:……

This picture is quite exciting.

"Uncle Xue Jia, long time no see." After a pause, An Hao walked into the pavilion, smiled and said hello.

"Oh, Yaoyao." Xue Jia looked up at Anhao, then lowered his head and continued to study the zither in his hand, "What do you want me to do?"

"Well, I want to ask Uncle if you know anything about the Infernal Hell?" An Hao asked just in case.

Xue Jia spoke very directly: "I don't know."

"Oh." Anhao was not surprised, "Uncle, do you know where Ksitigarbha is now? Is it here in hell?"

Hearing the words "Ksitigarbha", Xue Jia temporarily shifted his attention from the zither to Anhao: "Why are you asking this?"

Anhao blinked: "I want to ask the Bodhisattva about the Uninterrupted Hell. Don't worry, Uncle Xue Jia, the matter I asked about the Uninterrupted Hell is really important, and I'm not fooling around."

"Okay." Xue Jia lowered his head again, "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is not in hell now, as for where, I don't know."

well:……

Are you absent again?

This Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is indeed unpredictable.

"However, if you really want to find King Ksitigarbha, you can go to his ashram." Xue Jia added, "If you're lucky, you might meet him."

An Hao pursed her lips, thanked her and left.

After leaving hell, An Hao looked up at the gray sky, took a breath and left the underworld.

Compared to An Hao who was busy investigating the matter of the Infernal Hell, the God of Reaper at this moment was full of "death" and listless.

He didn't know how long he had been wandering around on the street, but he drank himself some more wine before going to the post station.

Standing in front of the door, he pursed his lips and hesitated.

Zhuman, have you really... lied to me so much?

Meng Yao's face couldn't help but flashed in his mind, Death God's body trembled, finally took a deep breath, and pushed open the door!
"Zhuman..."

It's just that the name was called just now, and when I looked up, I found that there was no one in the room.

grim Reaper:……

He frowned slightly, and rummaged through the room, only to find that everything in the room was neat, only the quilt was a little messy.

"She's gone?" Grim Reaper squinted his eyes, he couldn't express the feeling in his heart, he only knew that he was not feeling well, and he was also faintly angry.

But he was still not sure about his guess, so Death went downstairs, went to the front desk and asked, "Hello, did you notice this lady and saw her leave again?"

The young lady at the front desk glanced at the photo on Reaper's phone, thought for a while and said, "Oh, I noticed, she left almost two hours ago."

The young lady in the photo is pretty, so she still has an impression.

"Then...how did she look when she left?" Reaper's face darkened after receiving the expected answer, "Is it calm or flustered?"

"This...not very clear." The lady at the front desk frowned, "It seems to be in a hurry."

The god of death closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a cold look in his eyes: "I see, thank you."

"Oh, you're welcome."

After leaving the inn, the God of Death felt extremely heavy in his heart—Zhuman escaped.

"Why... why did you lie to me?"

On the ghostly streets of the underworld, the Grim Reaper grabbed his hair in pain, feeling that his soul had been cut into several pieces, which was very painful.

He loved the wrong person and kept hurting the one he should have loved.

"Snapped!"

The god of death slapped himself hard!
"It's really not a thing!"

he cursed.

On the street, he slapped himself several times as if he was insane. The other ghosts on the street looked at him strangely, but he didn't seem to see it.

It took a while for Reaper to calm down a little.

After calming down, he tremblingly took out his cell phone, found Meng Yao's cell phone number, pursed his lips and dialed it.

I'm sorry...Meng Yao, I was wrong, please listen to my explanation?

Death prayed in his heart.

"Doo-doo-doo-doo-pat!"

The phone was hung up.

Death's heart was a little bit cold.
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"Crazy, why call if you have nothing to do?"

Anhao rolled her eyes when she saw the phone she hung up, and continued to float towards Mount Jiuhua.

　I'm sorry, I'm in a rush for the manuscript recently, more updates next week~
　　
　
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