It's another World Death Congress, and big guys from all over the world are gathering at the same table.
Anubis: Our business volume has reached the target this year, and we will strive to hook 1 million souls next year.
Hades: I'm really sorry, everyone, I didn't meet the standard again this year.
For several consecutive years, Hades had become shameless.
"Snoring, snoring." A harmonious and orderly voice sounded, and all the bosses stared at the sleeping man.
It's him, it's him again, the business that exceeds the standard is completed every year, the real boss of the underworld, the King of Hell from China.
King of Hell: With all due respect, everyone here is an idiot. After I have finished speaking, who is in favor and who is against.
Everyone in charge of death: Boss, go ahead, drink tea, drink tea.
King of Hell: If you don't say that I won't take care of you, in the spirit of peaceful development along the way, I allow you to come to China to collect your souls.
The King of Hell showed an amiable smile, and everyone's chrysanthemums were cold.
Satan: Boss, are you serious?
The King of Hell nodded slightly, it seems...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
