"Pluto said that you can walk around the underworld as you like and go wherever you want."
"Is there any task for me?"
"You don't have to know now."
So cold! People have to bow their heads under the eaves, let alone their insignificant little person. She pointed to a group of small houses in the distance and asked, "Can I go in there?"
"Okay." As soon as he finished speaking, the person disappeared.
"Mother Meng, who lives there?"
"It's not a person, it's a ghost."
"It would be great if I could meet some big people. I only dream of it."
"They may be divided into three, six or nine grades in the human world. However, when you go down to the underworld, there is no distinction between high and low in all living beings. Here, they are all ordinary ghosts without identities. Maybe you can see a few of the ones you want to see."
I saw an old man with mottled white hair writing furiously at his desk. Mo Mo put his head around and looked at the nameplate on the door: Cao Yin.
"Are you——Gong Cao?"
Intention: Make up a world and write your own nonsense