At the door where the cold wind was blowing, a young man with a grimace suddenly appeared, wearing a black ghost uniform suit and a brand around his neck.
'Ghosts from the underworld. '
There was also a black briefcase in his arm, with an imposing and sinister pale white door printed on it.
"The gate of hell is closed."
Three words stand out.
Tang Kaiming yawned and looked into the room: "You guys are really lighting lanterns in the latrine - looking for shit (seeking death). The King of Hell wanted him to die at the third watch, but you actually left him until the fifth watch. Old iron, you are in trouble."
