The end of the universe is organization, and the underworld is no exception.
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Xia Hengbai once thought that the underworld was dark and chaotic, and that the eighteen levels of hell were filled with evil spirits, until he closed his eyes——
There are many tall office buildings, and spacious avenues extend in all directions. Sister Meng Wangchuan Tang monopolizes the market, and Wuchang, in black and white suits and leather shoes, holds the registration book and stamps one by one.
And because of the current extension of human lifespan, the aging of members of the underworld is becoming more and more serious.
Xia Hengbai originally thought that entering the underworld was just waiting for reincarnation, but the result——
I glanced at the numbers in my hand, one, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand... Billion
Xia Hengbai: Well, very good, let's reincarnate again in the next life.
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Prices in the underworld are rising one after another, and the banknotes used for worship are equivalent to waste paper. If you want to survive,
Even if you enter the underworld, you still have to work hard to survive.
Xia Hengbai: It's already extremely difficult to live, why do you need to study hard after you die?
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A new colleague has arrived in the Underworld Evil Soul Processing Department in recent days. The new colleague looks young, and I don't know why he died so young. Why can't he think of working in this department?
Xia Xi (wry smile): Probably because the competition for this position is small.
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A story about wanting to be a salted fish so trying hard to compile, but having to rise up in order to compile
Intention: I want to be that ray of light and pierce the darkness
