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The old ghost in the suit repeated, "The local temple is empty!"

"No one sits on the shrine of the local earth god!"

"We went there three times, and the local temple was completely deserted."

"Without the local earth god removing our names from the register, we have no place to live in the underworld!"

"Without a registered residence, you can't enter the underworld's system!"

"If you can't access the system, you can't cross the Bridge of Helplessness!"

"We'll just have to wander aimlessly in this world like stray dogs!"

"The Celestial Master has been around for thirty years!"

Thirty years!

Yang Guang's body stiffened.

When the land disappeared?

These words kept swirling in his mind.

My grandfather's notes recorded that the divine hierarchy in the world, from top to bottom, is as follows: the Heavenly Court is in charge of major affairs, the Underworld is in charge of the souls of the dead, the City God is in charge of the Yin and Yang of a region, and the Land God is the lowest-level executor.

to be honest.

The Earth God is the director of the community neighborhood committee in the underworld.

Within its jurisdiction, whenever someone dies, the local earth god immediately cancels the registration, issues a travel permit, and reports to the city god.

Only after the City God's judgment will it be decided whether or not one can enter the underworld.

The entire process is seamless.

But what if the land is vacant?

The link was immediately broken.

The City God above had no idea that anyone had died in his jurisdiction, so naturally he wouldn't send any underworld messengers down to guide them.

There was no guidance.

The souls of the dead can only wander in the mortal realm.

If it drifts for too long, its yang energy gradually dissipates and its yin energy gradually increases. In mild cases, it becomes a wandering soul; in severe cases, it transforms into a vengeful ghost.

Yang Guang felt a chill run down his spine.

He slowly turned his head and scanned the eighty ghosts once more.

Thirty-one years.

The longest one has been floating in the mortal realm for thirty-one years.

In other words, the land in question had already been gone for at least thirty-one years.

What circumstances would cause a local deity to disappear?

Dismissed by the Heavenly Court?

A decree from the underworld?

Or has something else gone wrong?

Yang Guang's mind raced, but the more he thought about it, the more something seemed off.

This matter is too complicated; it's a bit beyond my area of ​​expertise.

He gritted his teeth and suppressed the thought.

The problem with these old devils needs to be solved first.

Yang Guang squatted down and looked at the old man in the gray cotton-padded jacket kneeling at the front.

"So it's not that you don't want to leave."

"We can't leave."

The old man in the gray cotton-padded jacket nodded vigorously, his face streaked with snot and tears: "Master, we really want to leave!"

"I've been wandering in the mortal world for so many years, and I can't even find a living person to talk to."

"My wife finally died, and I thought I'd have someone to keep me company, but then that guy surnamed Zhou kidnapped me!"

He pointed at Zhou Laoliu.

"He's rich!"

"He burned a lot of paper!"

"His offerings were piled up like a small mountain!"

"And what about us?"

"The children either don't burn paper money, or they burn those cheap, two-yuan-a-stack ghost money!"

"Not even a single gold ingot!"

An old ghost next to him weakly added, "My son burned a paper villa for me, but the quality was so poor that it collapsed as soon as I received it."

Yang Guang: "..."

Er Lengzi lay three steps away, blinking his heterochromatic eyes, and suddenly muttered, "Father Yang, it seems that even in death, we have to rely on economic strength."

Yang Guang kicked him.

Er Lengzi tucked his tail between his legs and dodged away.

Yang Guang stood up and rubbed his temples.

This is a huge deal.

When the land disappears, it's not something he can control on his own.

But these souls lingering in the mortal realm cannot simply be left unattended.

He turned his head and glanced at Zhou Laoliu's tombstone.

Then I looked at the old men kneeling on the ground and the old women floating in the air.

Ghost number 80 is collectively stranded.

There's also a sea god from the underworld stirring things up in the middle.

Yang Guang raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Then his gaze settled on the gravel road leading down the mountain in the distance.

Zhou Dacheng was still waiting for him in the car with the heater on.

Yang Guang suddenly realized.

Getting this money wasn't so easy today.

Yang Guang stood still, his hands in his pockets.

They swept through the nearly eighty ghosts from head to toe.

Then he took a deep breath of the night air and patted his face.

Fine.

If you've met someone, you've met someone.

He had memorized the rules of the funeral parlor since he was a child. If he pretended not to see this and walked away, his grandfather, if he knew in the afterlife, would jump out of his grave and slap him twice.

and.

The nerve in Yang Guang's brain that was specifically responsible for accounting suddenly went live.

More than eighty ghosts.

More than eighty commissions.

If these were all sent to the underworld, wouldn't their merits be accumulating like crazy?

He might be able to pay off a large portion of the mess his dead father, whom he'd never met, had to pay off!

Yang Guang flexed his wrist, and his knuckles cracked twice.

He cleared his throat and coldly swept his gaze over the group of ghosts before him, some kneeling, some standing, some crying, and some cursing.

As soon as that aura emanated, half of the noise in the entire cemetery automatically subsided.

"quiet."

Just two words, but they feel as heavy as a piece of iron.

The remaining half of the buzzing ghostly wailing also disappeared.

Seventy or eighty dead eyes stared at him.

Yang Guang stood with his hands behind his back, his back straight: "I am Yang Guang, the current successor of the Office of the Agent for the Rebirth of the Dead."

He paused for a moment, then scanned his eyes from the front row to the back row.

"Are you all willing to return to the underworld?"

The entire room was silent for a full three seconds.

Then it exploded.

"What?!"

"The Office for Assisting the Deceased?"

"Does the agency still have successors?"

The old ghost in the gray cotton-padded coat froze for a second, then knelt down with a thud, his forehead hitting the cold white marble bricks hard.

"Celestial Master!"

The old ghosts behind them all knelt down with a clatter, and even the three ghosts that had just fallen from the tree couldn't escape and collapsed on the spot.

They lay down in a row.

The old lady's side was even more exaggerated.

The woman with the perm immediately let go of Zhou Laoliu's arm, floated half a meter away, and knelt down with a thud.

"It's finally here!"

"Thank God!"

"Celestial Master!"

"How many years have we waited for this day!"

The sounds of crying, kowtowing, and shouts for the Heavenly Master mingled together, making Yang Guang's ears ring.

He instinctively took half a step back.

Good guy.

The reaction was much stronger than he had imagined.

The old man in the gray cotton-padded jacket raised his head, his eyes red-rimmed, and it seemed as if tears were truly glistening in his dead eyes.

"Master, we've already gone to the agency before!"

"After I died, I went to the local earth god temple but couldn't find anyone. Then I heard some wandering ghosts nearby say that there's a 'Rebirth Agency' in Fengdu that takes care of all the departed souls who come to their door!"

"A few of us sneaked over, but the door was locked, day and night, and there wasn't a soul in sight!"

"We waited and waited, for many years, but the door never opened, and we didn't dare to force our way in."

"So much time has passed in the blink of an eye."

"It was during my grandfather's time."

Yang Guang interrupted him without batting an eye: "He passed away some years ago, and the chargé d'affaires office was vacant for a while."

"Here I am, back."

The old man in the gray cotton-padded jacket trembled, paused for a moment, then suddenly kowtowed again: "Finally, the wait is over!"

"Master, please take us away!"

The old ghost behind him roared in agreement, "That's right!"

"Take us away!"

"I've been dead for fifteen years, and my son doesn't even come to offer incense during Qingming Festival. I'm so lost here that I've almost forgotten my own name!"

"I've been dead for thirty-one years!"

"Thirty-one years, Celestial Master!"

"I can't live like this anymore!"