Jiang Pei is dead!
"Grandson, wake up." The pale old man slapped Jiang Pei's face with his hand. Maybe he thought it was fun, so he pinched twice hard.
Jiang Pei unconsciously felt that his handsome face was being pinched, and he was a little angry. What was even more disgusting was that the man actually called him grandson, and he cursed in his heart: "Bah, go to hell! I am your ancestor!"
After a while, the old man fed Jiang Pei something unknown. When he opened his eyes, he saw two pale-looking faces. He was so frightened that he screamed: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
First thought - run!
"Don't worry, I'm your grandfather." The old man tried to comfort Jiang Pei.
"Fart! My grandfather has died a long time ago!" Jiang Pei covered his eyes tightly with his hands.
"Grandson, I am really your grandfather Jiang Qing. If you don't believe me, take a closer look?"
When Jiang Pei heard his grandfather's name, he felt calm. He opened one eye, looked at it carefully, and asked, "Are you really my grandfather?"
"Yes! Grandson, from now on this great underworld is yours."
"Wait! Wait! Wait! Grandpa, what did you say? Where is this?"
Jiang Qing repeated again: "Hades!"
Jiang Pei finally confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his ears: "This means that your grandson and I, your grandson, are dead!" His eyes turned white and he fainted again.
After being patted awake again, he asked: "Then how did I die?"
Jiang Qing stretched out his left hand, and something like an account book appeared in his hand. He immediately began to rummage through it: "This Mingbo shows that you choked to death with a mouthful of blood."
"I'm so jealous of talents!!! I'm only 20 years old, and my college life has just begun. I'm not willing to give in, ahhh!!!" Jiang Pei began to snatch the book of hell from Jiang Qing's hand.
But the book of hell was put away by Jiang Qing: "What are you going to do?"
"I want to cross out my name like Sun Wukong, so I can return to Yang?"
Jiang Qing comforted him and said, "Don't think about it. We in the underworld are also advancing with the times, and this underworld book has been revised! Besides, you are not Sun Wukong, so give up! Grandson!"
"Then what should I do?" Jiang Pei lowered his head in resignation.
"That's right! Grandson, please listen to your grandfather and I tell you in detail..."
...(I don't know the plot of several thousand words omitted here)
Jiang Pei said solemnly: "I'm going! Grandpa!"
Jiang Qing wiped away her non-existent tears twice and said movedly: "My dear grandson, you must take good care of yourself in this world."
Folk.
Yunqing Temple has existed for hundreds of years, and its incense is flourishing. There is an endless stream of people coming and going to watch (four tones).
According to folklore, Ling Zhoujin, the master of the temple, has lived for a hundred years without growing old. He is a real immortal.
Cheerful, straightforward, righteous, upright, and almighty beauty.
PS:
1. Ignore history and set whatever you want.
2. I want to write a unit-type detective story, and I hope it will live up to expectations.
3. The pace is a bit slow, due to the introduction of Chapters 4 and 5.
4. I haven't thought of the rest yet, I'll add them later! ! !
Concept: Human nature is complex.
