Chapter 43: The Ghostly People Go Berserk

  Originally, the ancestor of onlookers and Tie Ning were just watching, but due to Tie Ning's defeat at the hands of the Four Great Ghosts, the situation took a drastic turn, transforming him from an ordinary passerby into the leading male protagonist.

  Talking about ancestors, this kind of political consciousness is also very overbearing, and it has invisibly raised the level of the Urgent Death Judge's Office by several notches, making it unparalleled for a time.

  The two seeded players who originally participated in the professional technical competition of Yin Cao Di Fu's Yin Cha, were beaten by Tien Ching in no time, and at that time, Tien Ching was truly a "dark horse" that looked more like a horse than a horse face!

  Tie Ning --- Fast horse whip fame soared, Ma Mian --- Horse lost its footing and fell, losing countless fans.

  It's true that gambling can be fatal.

  Because of the sudden appearance of several gambling ghosts in the recent trial, many ghost citizens who bought the four major Yin differences lost their principal and had to worry about living for another year until the next Qingming Festival when their families would send them money.

  These ghostly civilians, who had just suffered a loss, suddenly burst into emotional collapse and let out their beastly nature. Many of the ghostly civilians started rioting, swarming towards the grieving Hei Bai Wu Chang and Niu Tou Ma Mian, wielding clubs and stools, spitting, punching and kicking. If they hadn't been unarmed at the time, who knows, they might have even fired guns, wielded knives or poisoned them to death.

  A fallen phoenix is not as good as a chicken; a defeated ghost is bullied by all.

  "Udd...udd...Big brother, don't hit me in the face...udd..." Niu Tou was bellowing.

  "Little sister, don't pull my tongue... Oh no...!" Lao Hei Fan's helpless voice.

  "Ah...... Old man, you hit me if you want to...... damn it, why did I take out my pocket......" Ma Mian was furious.

  "Big Auntie... come back home... don't stick out your tongue..." It's naturally Little White Xie Bi'an.

  ……

  This riot came quickly, but it also went quickly. The idol who was still in high spirits before the war became outdated overnight, and its shelf life was obviously very short.

  The four major Yin messengers who were ravaged by the violent ghost, looked at each other with all eyes, hugged their heads and wailed, unable to control themselves, emotionally out of control.

  Black and white, constantly changing, nose blue and face swollen, struggling to untie the tongue tied in a bow, ox head horse face moo...moo...moo...neighing everywhere searching for lost body hair in every corner, one hand holding glue and the other clutching hair, tears bursting heartbroken.

  Cheng Wang defeated the bandits, but it's not just the mortal world that is like this, the underworld is even more so.

  Just now, the four major ghost messengers who were still proud of their spring breeze and swift horse hooves were suddenly rushed towards Tie Ning's ghostly citizens, trampled on one foot, groaned, trampled on another foot, groaned again, trampled on another foot, and groaned again, describing a tragic scene, almost all of them were trampled into photographic relics.

  Iron Condor, thrown into the air by the ghostly civilians, was like a great hero wearing armor and riding on rolling clouds of seven colors.

  After the battle with Tie Ning, coupled with the popularity of the Four Great Ghostly Messengers, the Netherworld Judgment Office has made a big splash, its reputation unparalleled for a time, and it has dominated the headlines of various media outlets in the underworld for a long time. Its popularity has soared, and the number of ghost fans has surged.

  Fame is great, welfare is naturally good, and having money makes one even more respected. This is an eternal truth that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

  The consequence is that the newly promoted Ancestral-led Netherworld's Ministry of Mortal Affairs suddenly jumped to the top of the four major ministries, and Tie Cheng was promoted to take charge of the Ghost Capturing General Head, naturally making Tie Cheng's weapon Qingtong Chengying become the first of the Ten Great Yin Soldiers in the Netherworld, with a resounding reputation.

  The top ten Yin soldiers, the first is Qingtong Chengying of Tie Ning, the second is Qianguo Suo of Fan Wujie, the third is Guiguan Lian of Xie Bizheng, followed by Niutou's Zhenguimao, Miamian's Chrysanthemum Gun, and Qilu Guiwang's Duomingcaidao.

  Tie Ning took charge of the Yin Si Ghost Capture General after, the order of the underworld was greatly improved. Later, because of the need to resolve the Wan Soul Curse, and after this battle, no one dared to call Tie Ning a plank, so this bronze mirror has been passed down in the Tie family for generations until now.

  It's finally useful in Tie Yi's hands, all thanks to me!!!!!

  However, Tie Ning's unintentional move also left a sequel to Heibai Wuchang and Niutou Mamian, that is, many small ghosts who came to the underworld for the first time liked to find Zhang Mingzhi and throw him a copy of "Challenge Book", with the mentality of "becoming famous as soon as possible", arguing every day to fight alone.

  Later, because there were too many people fighting alone, fights often broke out, and even accidentally injured the incognito Yama King, the underworld finally began to crack down. Anyone who fought, regardless of the reason, was severely punished without asking about the difference between civilians and officials. Only then did this matter finally come to an end, which also helped the Black and White Impermanence and the Cow's Head and Horse's Face a great deal.

  Everything has its pros and cons, advantages and disadvantages.

  The advantage is that it avoids many unnecessary moves, ensuring the harmony of the underworld's atmosphere. However, the disadvantage is that due to not fighting alone for many years, the combat effectiveness of these four major Yin messengers has significantly declined.

  Black and white are not always constant, because they often go deep into the first line to catch ghosts, occasionally encounter individual strong goods, and have the opportunity to take action, relatively better. However, the guardian of Naihe's cow head and horse face has been gradually worn away by the evil spirit, professional skills have regressed, combat effectiveness has decreased sharply, and a single Li Xiaogang almost made these two former glorious underworld masters lose their faces, but was saved by me.

  These things were all known to me later, some from my ancestors' teachings, some from my father's casual words, and some from Tie Yi's own account, etc. Finally, I pieced together the general outline of events as described above.

  Looking at the iron clothes that have just been put back in the bronze mirror, I recall the scene that flashed by like lightning, and suddenly lost interest in competing with the iron clothes. As a cultured person and an undergraduate, resorting to violence is so crude and not my style, it doesn't match my appearance, let's forget about it.

  Besides, even if I really wanted to exchange blows with him, it's not my intention to accidentally hurt Iron Armor. After all, he's a descendant of a prestigious family and my benefactor - I couldn't bring myself to do something so ungrateful. And what if I slipped up and he took advantage of it, beating me senseless with that bronze mirror until I'm as bald as the Ox-Headed Horse-Faced guards of the underworld? What face would I have left to live in this world? The risk is too great, not worth taking action.

  It seems that "Political Economy" which I despised at first is still somewhat useful.

  After some thought, I am a person who walks the idol route, and there is an essential difference between me and Hei Bai Wu Chang and Niu Tou Ma Mian. So I sat back on the sofa as if nothing had happened.

  Looking at the down jacket on the floor, I said in a low voice, "A rustic is always a rustic, and this kid has no quality at all, not even a bit of public morality, littering everywhere." Then I spat out a melon seed skin that had been stuck between my teeth for who knows how long, and lay down on the sofa.

  Wang's aunt smiled slightly and glanced at us without saying a word, continuing to sweep the fallen cotton with great difficulty.

  To say nothing of the fact that if this person really had a heart, it would be a meal without flavor! Everything is so uninteresting! With the curse of Wan Xuan in front of me and the ceremony about to begin, I am stuck in the darkness before dawn, making everything I do feel dull. Even seeing a hot little girl doesn't stir up any feelings.

  Because I was bored, I held the tablet in my hand and browsed through web pages, staring at the screen without knowing where to start. So I looked for some gossip news or explosive scoops.

  Who would have thought that after opening it, everything in sight was about third-party interventions, some celebrity being arrested for violating the law and other such things, which completely failed to spark any interest. So I played a game again, only to be brutally crushed by a player who paid with real money. Although my in-game wealth is considerable, I still refuse to recharge and pay, previously because I was reluctant to spend, now because I'm too lazy to do so.

  I watched Tieyi making Gongfu tea beside me, the previously bold and majestic Iron Stubborn now revealed his true nature, showing signs of being wooden and old-fashioned, completely lacking in interaction or understanding of romance.

  It seems that I don't speak, this guy will never say it, silence is the epitaph of autistic people.

  So I asked, "The Iron family is known for being fierce and bold, aren't they all about bravery and violence? But big brother, you're a young man, why do you like Gongfu tea so much? Don't you think this is something only old people would enjoy? Big brother, don't you have some kind of illness in your heart? You're already entering the ranks of the elderly ahead of time!"

  To say, this guy's demeanor is clearly in the rhythm of seventy or eighty years old, it's really curious that this violent guy actually likes such an extreme thing, the visual contrast is indeed too big, making me unclear and unacceptable.

  According to my idea, this guy should have a violent tendency, hiding in the gym practicing mermaid lines, staring at the mirror and flexing his muscles, occasionally kicking plum blossom stakes, or at least being a master of verbal sparring, throat-piercing silver guns, and bare-handed chopping bricks. In any case, he shouldn't be the kind of person who sips Kung Fu tea!

  I'm speechless: it's really unclear what kind of screw parts circuit boards are installed in this iron lump, I guess it hasn't been oiled for a long time and the brain is severely worn out and chaotic.

  Tieyi didn't say a word, completely ignoring my rhythm, and handed me a cup of freshly brewed Kung Fu tea with his head down.

  I looked at the tea bowl in my palm, which was about the size of a wine cup. It seemed to have taken some effort, and although it smelled quite fragrant, the amount was indeed insufficient. Compared to the big bowl tea on the roadside for 50 cents, it didn't have any appeal to me. However, I couldn't refuse the kindness, so I took it over and drank it all in one gulp. In the end, I still couldn't taste the difference between this and the big bowl tea.

  The amount is especially small and has no effect on hunger at all. This is my review after drinking it.

  This wine cup is generally the size of a small thing, at most it's just enough to wet your throat, if you're thirsty, it seems like this size, I estimate that you'd have to drink hundreds of cups, and by the time the iron clothes are adjusted, I reckon you'll be dead from thirst already, really didn't find anything special about this thing.

  Is it just for the sake of enhancing so-called aura?

  Of course, I'm a down-to-earth person who still likes to drink beer, especially chilled ones. After drinking, it feels really comfortable and refreshing, and when paired with some delicious dishes, it's simply intoxicating. Young people should have the appearance of being young. Why pretend to be old and boring? Life is dull and uninteresting that way.

  "It's really a bull chewing peonies! Drinking tea is a spiritual enjoyment, it's about savoring not guzzling! It's up to people to manage tea affairs, first purify one's body and rectify one's mind, be respectful and sincere, in order to establish the merits of tea and set up the virtues of tea."

  The iron-clad rustic looked at me with disdain after I swallowed his half-day's work in one gulp, and then recited a passage of ancient text to me in a loud voice. This was an insult to me, a Chinese language major born with talent, and I almost prepared to write a poem to despise him, but considering that this guy had worked hard for half a day and his skills were impressive, I endured it and didn't argue with him.

  Drinking tea can bring out so many flavors, this guy is like the sun that's about to set at 5 or 6 pm, how could he be only a few years older than me? I highly suspect Tie Yi of faking his age with such a despicable act.

  "By the way, Tiege, when will Xu Bo wake up? Last time we just met briefly, this guy won't wake up, and the Wan Hun curse can't continue. My ancestors said that all actions must be led by Xu Bo, is there any internal news? This waiting every day is like sitting on pins and needles, it's so unbearable! I hate waiting the most."

  He still didn't lift his head in his iron clothes and said rudely, "I don't know!"

  At the time of Xu Bo, although I knew some things, it seemed that not only did I not dispel my curiosity, but instead made me even more curious. What's so special about this seemingly severe "vitiligo patient"?

  Tie Yi sank into thought for a moment before saying, "As for when Xu Bo will wake up, it's hard to say. Maybe in one second, maybe in one year, there's no rule to it. Generally speaking, he'll naturally wake up when the time comes, and no matter how anxious you are, it's useless."

  Since my father joined the Ghost Capture Squad, I've rarely seen Xu Bo wake up after returning to the Cui residence. He's always in a deep sleep state, and even though many years have passed, I haven't actually seen him awake that many times. Xu Bo likes surprises, and every time he wakes up, it's always unexpected. It's better to just let things happen naturally."

  It seems that this messenger is indeed a leisurely errand, Xu Bo's behavior is simply too corrupt, and the time spent resting is much more than the time spent working. This behavior makes me very disgusted.

  He spoke while continuing to fiddle with the so-called tea ceremony, which looked extremely complicated. After staring at it for a while, he couldn't understand the process at all and wondered what the significance of such a time-consuming and laborious act was. It's completely a waste of human and material resources, neither scientific nor efficient.

  This iron lump seemed to feel that I was staring at him, raised his head and looked at me, saying "Tea cultivates the mind, Tao cultivates nature. The process of brewing tea is also a process of cultivating one's mind and nurturing one's nature. This pot of clear tea can wash away greedy, angry, and delusional thoughts. If you want to learn, I can teach you." The iron lump dropped this Buddhist-like phrase and looked at me expectantly.

  "What a joke! I'm such an emotional and sensitive person, I don't need it at all, you'd better study by yourself, my mouth is heavy, tea water doesn't suit me!"