The real daughter of the group pet is actually a Taoist boss

The live broadcast room is very clear.

In an old room, Zhang He's body was dangling on a rope.

And his soul is right next to his body.

He was looking down at the documents on the table.

Agreement on the afterlife.

"what!"

Song Miaomiao screamed the moment she saw the corpse, and Tangtang next to her also screamed.

The two little ghosts were so scared that they flew away before they even entered the house.

"So scary, so scary!"

"Hanging is so ugly!"

The two little ones outside looked at each other and were very happy.

"Luckily we are all pretty. Even the ghosts of hanged men are ugly."

[Hahaha! Even after death, people will still despise me.]

[Is it possible that he is ugly not because he was hanged, but because he is ugly in nature? ]

[I am still despised after I die. What a damn appearance-oriented society! I am not ugly. When I die, the little cutie will come to take me away, and she will not be scared. ]

[It's okay to scare the devil! 】

[The little devil is so cute. Can I order the little devil to come and collect my soul after I die? ]

Seeing these comments, Hua Wan worriedly asked, "Miss, is it really possible? Won't it increase the suicide rate even more?"

Chu Luo: "It should be...not!"

Her original intention was to let the audience see that even the little ghosts had to work in the underworld.

Unexpectedly, what the audience saw was the cuteness of the little devil!

At this moment, Miaomiao and Tangtang in the live broadcast room finally finished encouraging each other and floated upstairs again.

Song Miaomiao: "Zhang He! Born on July 1985, 7, please come with us!"

"Go, go, go! Go!"

Zhang He has long wanted to go to the underworld.

When you get to the underworld, you'll have a big house to live in, tons of clothes, and you can play with your phone however you want...

"Great!"

He couldn't help but sigh.

Tangtang looked at Zhang He's booklet and said, "How pitiful!"

Song Miaomiao also nodded, "Yeah! How pitiful! I'll have to work for a long time in the underworld!"

The word "working" immediately stimulated Zhang He.

Zhang He's eyes widened, "Little Ghost Officer, what do you mean by that?"

"What kind of job?"

Song Miaomiao tilted her head and looked at him in confusion, "Just like us! Working! But, uncle, you don't necessarily come out to catch ghosts! You may also go to the underworld to collect hell!"

Tangtang: "You can use cruel punishment!"

She shook her head. "But no one likes the job of punishing people. They all say it's too scary. We are children, so we don't have to draw lots. We can just catch ghosts directly."

"Uncle is so strong, he must be very good at punishing people."

Zhang He blinked, "I have to work in the underworld?"

Song Miaomiao's ghostly eyes flashed with doubt, "Uncle, don't you know? Every ghost in the underworld has to work!"

"I paid! I paid a lot!" Zhang He thought about how he had used all his savings to buy services. "When I go to the underworld, I will have a house, a car, and fun things."

From then on, I escaped the fate of being a wage earner.

Since then, I have achieved financial freedom.

Song Miaomiao: "No way!"

She shook her head, and the ghost hat on her head shook with her. "If you want to have a homestead, you have to work."

"We kids just need to catch a thousand ghosts to work."

"When you adults work, you have to come on time."

Zhang He's lips trembled, "When...time?"

"Uh-huh!"

Song Miaomiao and Tangtang nodded together, "My Lord, it seems to be twenty years!"

Tangtang shook her head, "No, no, it seems like two hundred years!"

Song Miaomiao: "No! The grandfather next door has been here for 20 years!"

Tangtang: "But that grandma who treated us so well has been here for two hundred years!"

Twenty years!

Two hundred years!

Is this a question of time?

No, it's really a question of time.

Zhang He felt that his thinking seemed to have become dull after his death.

"Don't they say that as long as you die and have merits, you can live in the underworld? The birth rate is so low now, it won't be my turn!"

“Why do you still work?”

"I have to work when I am alive, and I have to work when I am dead. So why should I die?"

Tangtang: "You can't eat delicious food when you're dead."

Miaomiao: "You can't drink delicious food when you're dead."

Tangtang: "The network in the underworld is extremely slow!"

Miaomiao: "You can't watch cartoons in the underworld yet."

The two of them sang in unison and almost made Zhang He faint.

Not only Zhang He was about to faint, but many viewers in the live broadcast room were also about to faint.

[This is different from what we agreed! ]

[I have signed an agreement, waiting to choose a good day to die, but now I am told that I will still be a worker even after I die. Are workers always workers until they die?]

【Refund! Scammer!】

[We are still lucky. Think about those who have died... How tragic! ]

[No wonder the ancients said that a good death is worse than a miserable life. The ancients were not deceiving me! ]

【Refund, refund! 】

Chu Luo closed the live broadcast room, "Enough!"

Not everyone wants to die, but they are forced to do so by some anxious people and the surrounding environment.

Everyone thinks death is good, so I might as well die!

Maybe it's good to be dead.

Just when Chu Luo wanted to speak, the Black and White Impermanence suddenly appeared.

"Master, we saw the live broadcast. Was it done by you?"

Chu Luo nodded.

The Black and White Impermanence's eyes widened, "Then... can we, the ghost messenger, also start a live broadcast?"

Chu Luo shook his head, "At least not at the moment. Miaomiao and Tangtang are cute and within the public's aesthetic range. They are both young, so everyone is willing to believe them."

"If other ghost messengers appeared now, the public might not believe them."

"And it will affect both of them."

The Black and White Impermanence could only sigh in disappointment.

"Hopefully...hopefully it can really stop people from committing suicide."

Hei Wuchang floated in front of Chu Luo and said, "The position of the deity in the God Realm has been determined. It will be deified soon!"

Chu Luo: "So fast?"

Hei Wuchang: "The gods are also trying to buy time. Those who ascended this time are probably not at a high level."

"Master Chu, the Hades asked me to tell you that if you have any plans that require the Underworld, please let me know."

Chu Luo nodded, "I know."

Only then did the Black and White Impermanence leave.

Chu Luo walked out the door and looked up at the sky.

"So anxious?"

"It seems that the life of a god is not so easy!"

Her voice was soft.

But a loud thunder rolled out from the sky, accompanied by lightning, and struck heavily at the barrier.

Chu Luo smiled softly, turned his head and said to Hua Wan, "I'm going to take over the office."

Hua Wan immediately said: "Then I..."

"You stay here and guard the barrier with Fu Buxuan. Notify me if anything happens."

Hua Wan: "Then I'll let Fu Xiaojiao accompany the young lady."

Fu Xiaojiao, her child.

"it is good."

Hua Wan immediately called Fu Xiaojiao over. When she heard that she was going with Chu Luo, Fu Xiaojiao did not hesitate, "I will definitely be the most loyal housekeeper of the young lady like my mother."

"Miss, please believe me!"

Chu Luo glanced at Hua Wan.

Hua Wan put her hand on her forehead, feeling quite helpless, "Young people are all like this nowadays."

Sometimes it's full of energy, sometimes zombies are parading around the streets.