Chapter 3209 The Last World (17)

He said if he revealed his name, it would cause a lot of trouble...

She didn't want to cause him any trouble - after all, this was her first friend.

As for the little ones’ worries…

She lay down and touched them, touching them intimately.

"Don't worry, I'm not a fool and I won't be fooled."

After all, she is also a monster who has lived for hundreds of years, and she is still wary of people.

She can still tell whether the person approaching her has malicious intentions or other intentions.

Even if you can't tell clearly...

Yun Si thought for a while, but she really couldn't imagine what her new friend might have planned for her.

She had nothing, just an inconspicuous little monster who had nothing to offer him.

unless……

He also wanted to capture her to make medicine and then eat her.

Yun Si sat up suddenly.

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Yama Hall.

At this moment, there was silence.

The atmosphere was stagnant and unbearably cold.

God Yama was kneeling in the center of the hall, trembling, his beard trembling, and he was so nervous that he did not dare to make a sound.

The black gauze hat was half tilted, but he didn't notice it. He lowered his head, without the official authority of the past. Facing the man sitting on the main seat, he respectfully said with a trembling voice: "Sir... Sir, I am lowering my rank. I don’t know that my lord came here, but I didn’t welcome you from afar. I was acting rudely as a subordinate, so please forgive me.”

"Sir... Your Excellency is here this time..."

The man on the main seat was speechless, lowered his eyes, took the account books stacked on the desk with his long white fingers, opened them, and scanned them lightly.

The heavy account book, the light paper, every time you turn a page, the light turning sound is like a heavy punishment on Yama, your body becomes heavier and heavier, and cold sweat breaks out on your spine.

The excessive silence and desolation in the hall, the howling wind, and the invisible oppression - it was like skewering him on a fire, it was simply torture, unbearable torture.

Yama Luo, who was kneeling on the ground, wanted to give the person below him a good beating at this moment. He was usually useless and incompetent, but at the critical moment he actually——

"Sir, what happened in the ghost market just now... was... the fault of the subordinate. He failed to take care of the people under him. He made them forget the rules and act recklessly. It disturbed and offended the lord. It is really a sin. It is the fault of the subordinate. It’s the official’s fault, please calm down...”

As he spoke, Yama's head lowered lower and lower, wishing he could bury it entirely in the ground and never lift it out again.

For a while, he was so happy that he was about to go to the Yama Palace to settle accounts. It was an important day for him to return to the temple with his accounts to report on his duties.

Originally, he had prepared a large number of account books, and when he went back to report on his work, he planned to praise himself and ask for rewards from his superiors, but he never thought——

Everything is going to hell.

It’s all over, it’s all over.

No matter how nice the rhetoric is, no matter how beautifully the various account books and achievements are presented, they are all finished.

The adults came in person and just walked around the ghost market, but they ran into trouble.

The ghost market has been under his jurisdiction for many years, but such a bad phenomenon of blackmailing people has happened so easily. This is just a random walk.

It is not difficult to imagine how chaotic the ghost market is in normal times and how poorly he manages it.

Not to mention asking for rewards and promotions, he now even thought about where to bury himself after his death.

Cold sweat soaked the clothes on his back, and he begged tremblingly: "Sir, this collision is so rude to you, it's really a lower official... it's a lower official..."

He couldn't speak for a while.

The facts are before our eyes, and no matter how much explanation we give, they will only seem feeble.

"Please forgive me, sir." He burst into tears and felt as if he was dead.