Ming Jiutian had no choice but to drag the heavy iron chain forward, this walk was good, and I saw that the front of Ming Jiutian was full of people wearing white robes.

Either the whole body is bloody or the arms and legs are missing, and at this moment they are lining up in a neat line and walking towards the distance, this retirement is very long, and they don't know how far they stretch out.

Looking at the ghosts in white robes in front of him, Ming Jiutian was also confused, it seemed that he was really dead.

Is this about to be reincarnated? Ming Jiutian's psychology really has too many obsessions to let go.

But what about now? If you have strength or not, you don't even have a real body, you can only take one step at a time.

"Listen well, the front is the gate of Fengdu, register before entering the city, and you will decide where you return later, you can't run blindly at this time, if anyone dares to walk out of Fengdu without permission, don't blame the fork in my old cow's hand for not recognizing people" The bull head who led the team saw that Fengdu was in front of him and began to speak.

Ming Jiutian poked his head out and glanced into the distance, only to see that a city gate did appear not far away.

The city gate is nearly 100 zhang high, which is much higher than the city that lives in reality in Ming Jiutian.

At this moment, the three gates of the city gate were still open on the left and right, and the largest gate in the middle was tightly closed, and several registration offices were set up at the city gates on the left and right, and the ghosts were being registered to enter the city.

"No... I'm not dead, I don't want to go in..."

At this time, a ghost not far in front of Ming Jiutian broke away from the team and ran directly towards the barren mountain in the distance.

"Whoosh...".

Before the ghost had gone far, the bull's steel fork flew out and stuck the ghost directly into the ground.

"Turtle son, you dare to make trouble on my old cow's land, running away is disrespectful to my old cow, come, hang him at the city gate for me and whip him for three days, and then register after three days..."

Niu Tou gave an order, and immediately two ghosts ran over and tied up the ghost who had just escaped, and fell on the head of the city.

Seeing this, Ming Jiutian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and when he was young, he didn't sleep well and had to pester his grandfather to tell a story.

At that time, Ming Zhendong told him that people would go to hell after they died, and they would be judged accordingly according to what they had done in life.

Those who do too many bad things will be tortured, it seems that there are indeed strict rules here, just run away, and if you are caught, you will be sentenced to three days of whipping, not three, thirty, three hundred, but three whole days.

Soon it was Ming Jiutian's turn to register, and the ghost in charge of registration glanced at Ming Jiutian, handed over a sign and directly replaced the next person, it turned out that the so-called level was just to receive a brand for each person.

After receiving the sign, he went directly into the city, and under the leadership of the ghost, Ming Jiutian and a group of ghosts who received the sign were brought into an antique building.

Ming Jiutian looked around, looking at the surrounding furnishings, just like the county government.

At this moment, in the center of the position sat a bearded man wearing a python robe, and in front of him was looking at a thick book, which looked like an account book, and it must be the king of Yama in the underworld.

At this time, the ghost asked each ghost who came in to take turns to look in front of a mirror, thinking that it should be able to reflect the evil mirror that could show what he had done in his life.

"Zhang Asan, he was a bandit when he was alive, he died in the battle of the government clearance, and killed three lives, well, this king will sentence you to the copper pillar hell for three hundred years" The king of Yama, that is, the bearded man, glanced at the evil mirror casually, and lazily pronounced the sentence.

"No... I don't want to go, no..."

When the man named Zhang Asan heard this, he was immediately frightened and was dragged out by two ghosts.

If you kill three people, you will be sent to the copper pillar hell for three hundred years, and there are too many people who have been killed in Ming Jiutian, even he can't count them, if you count them, it is estimated that you will never be able to live forever.

The first few ghosts were quickly sentenced by the king of Yama, and the eighteen layers of hell were almost all sentenced, the shortest one hundred years, and the longest one would never be reborn.

Soon it was Ming Jiutian's turn, Ming Jiutian stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror, not counting the size of the scars on his body, just the two arrow wounds on his head were already shocking.

"Huh? Weird, why is there nothing? Judge, bring the book of life and death, and let the king take a look..."

I saw that King Yama stared at the evil mirror for a long time, and he also saw that Ming Jiutian had come from his past and present lives, so he could only find a judge to get the book of life and death.

After a while, a judge like a master ran over with the big thick book, handed the book of life and death to King Yama, and pointed to a page in the book at the same time, presumably it should have recorded what Ming Jiutian had done before his death.

"Huh? Your name is Ming Jiutian, a native of Dongping Mansion in the Xuanxin Continent, born in 2711 and died in 2726? Judge, according to the time on the Xuanxin Continent, how many years should it be now? "Lord Yama looked at the records in the book of life and death, and always felt that something seemed to be wrong.

"If you go back to Lord Yama, according to the time on the Xuanxin Continent, it should be 2738 years now," the judge replied after pinching his fingers and calculating.

"Hey Grandma, according to this time, this kid has lived for twelve more years, what are the things going on, how can he be more and more fooled, check for this king, which two ghosts did it back then?"

After listening to the judge's report, Lord Yama was also really angry, and continued to look down after finishing speaking.

After Lord Yama lost his temper, he began to continue to flip through the book of life and death, intending to take a look at some of Ming Jiutian's past before his death.

Just that piece of paper, Lord Yama looked at it several times, and the more he looked at that expression, the more frightened he became.

"Judge, you melon baby, why do you have any records about this kid? Are you not going to eat this bowl of rice anymore, the quality of the work in the underworld has always been known for its rigor, look at how you do it? ”

Unexpectedly, a moment later, King Yama became angry again and directly smashed the book of life and death on the judge's head.

I haven't seen Lord Yama get so angry for many years, and the judge hurriedly picked up the book of life and death on the ground and carefully checked the records in the column about Ming Jiutian.

As a result, the judge was also dumbfounded after reading it, and saw that in the column of Ming Jiutian, except for a name, date of birth and date of death, there was nothing else, and it was completely blank.

"Lord Hades, this... This situation has not been unheard of before, why don't you put it aside for the time being, and the lower officials will immediately arrange for the ghost to find out and then make a decision? "The judge thought about it, and he had to do this.

According to the rules of the prefecture, if you can't access the information before your death, you can't pronounce the sentence casually, and in that case, the prefecture will have no authority at all.

In order to maintain the image of the underworld, the results of Ming Jiutian's handling can only be put aside.

"Since this is the case, it can only be like this, but our underworld has never raised idle ghosts, and I let you live for an extra twelve years before, for the sake of fairness, this king will tentatively set you to clean the streets of the capital city for twelve years, and the judge will leave this matter to you" Lord Yama's eyes rolled, and a thought came to mind.

Ming Jiutian, who was standing on the side, was dumbfounded, what is this? If the sentence is not pronounced and reincarnated, the sentence will be 12 years for sweeping the streets.

It was the first time for Ming Jiutian to hear of such a novel punishment, but he didn't expect that after he died, he actually went to the underworld to work as a cleaner, it was really unpredictable, thinking of this, Ming Jiutian smirked.

"Alright boy, don't giggle there, come with me," the judge said and walked out first.

When Ming Jiutian heard this, he followed, and after going out, under the leadership of the judge, Ming Jiutian was taken to a room similar to a wing room.

The room was small, only a bed, a wardrobe, a set of tables and chairs, and nothing else.