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Thinking of this, she took out the bamboo flute in her arms again. When she woke up on the street corner, she had only this flute besides her clothes. When she was flirting with the two black and white Wu Chang on the Huangquan Road, she secretly inquired about it. Hell is actually a group of poor ghosts. Apart from the soul-catching ropes and soul-calling flags in their hands, the only treasures in the King of Hell's hands are the judge's pen and the book of life and death.
In addition, there is the flute that the King of Hell recently acquired. When he went to heaven to give a report a few days ago, he happened to see a few big-name immortals coming out of the Yaochi drunkenly. One of them dropped the flute and did not even notice.
The King of Hell thought about the grades of those immortals and estimated that any item could be a treasure, so he picked it up and took it home, pretending not to know who dropped it. However, he had been tinkering with the thing for some days, and he didn't know what the magic power of the treasure was.
She kept these things in mind and knew that the most promising thing to get was this bamboo flute. However, so what if she tried her best to get it, even the King of Hell didn't know how to use it, so how could she, a mortal, figure it out.
If the King of Hell had not given up the flute, how could these old men who had been in hell for who knows how many years tell her about the bamboo flute and give it to her casually...
After all, is it... A death struggle...
She just wants to live...
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