"I'm sorry, too many people have died in the past two years. There is really no room in hell." A bearded man smiled flatteringly.
"Huh? Who are you?" Luo Ming was a little confused. He didn't remember knowing such a rough man, and what was the sound of the ghosts and cries around him.
"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself." The man scratched his hair in embarrassment and said proudly: "The Tenth Hall of Hell, King of Hell, King of Hell."
"King Yama??" Luo Ming's jaw almost dropped in surprise.
King Yama nodded, and then said solemnly: "Because the hell room is slow, some souls have no place to live. In this case, they will become lonely ghosts, so I ask you to come and do me a favor."
"What are you busy with?" Luo Ming asked.
King Yama continued: "Let these souls live in your body, nay, in the rooms within your body."
"Huh? Landlord?...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
