Weird: My Guest Is Not a Human Being

One day, the judge came to have tea and complained about the pressure at work. "Boss Lu, do you know how many souls the underworld has to deal with in a day? Eight thousand! Eight thousand! My judge pen is almost bald!" "Then you can't recruit more people?" "I've hired him, but I can't keep him. The new guy Wu Chang resigned after working for three months, saying that he couldn't stand the grievances of the living people. Young people nowadays have poor ability to withstand pressure." The judge sighed, "Comrade Su Xin still has a high level of consciousness. He has been working for almost a thousand years and has never complained about being tired." Su Xin drank tea expressionlessly beside her: "I shouted, but you didn't hear me." "... That's because you shouted in your heart, it doesn't count." The King of Hell also came once. Bald and stout in middle age, he collapsed on the sofa as soon as he entered the door. "Boss Lu, do you have any cure for hair loss?" "Aren't you the King of Hell? Can't you solve it yourself?" The King of Hell looked sad: "The book of life and death does not write when my hair will fall out." A'Zhu suggested seriously: "Would you like to try ginger? The sisters in the painting said so." The king of hell left doubtfully. Later, news came from Suxin: Ginger is useless, and the head of the King of Hell now smells of ginger.