"Of course I know!"

Before the woman could finish her words, Ms. Cui waved her hand and interrupted her, comforted her, "Don't worry, there are policies above, I have countermeasures. That new system only checks the third generation of direct family members. We just need to ask your third aunt's second uncle to buy this lottery ticket, won't we avoid supervision? He is an old farmer who grows vegetables in the countryside, and no one will associate him with me, a department-level official. Besides, the system developed by their technical department has always been unstable and often confuses people's names. I can only ignore the two Li Weizheng. This is not a big mistake. Even if I find it at most, it is an internal warning. Compared with the 200 million prize, this risk is really not worth mentioning! Not worth mentioning!"

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"Okay." After completing the replacement of the name, Judge Cui said to his wife: "The lottery will be drawn tomorrow. This matter must be done immediately. You must not delay it. I will deal with it now."

Without waiting for his wife to speak, he immediately switched the system and gently clicked on the screen. Time suddenly returned to more than 600 years ago. He was already in a hall, which was called Huiyang Hall, which is a VIP channel for the underworld to return to the sun. It is specially used by high-ranking officials and masters in his previous life, and Li Weizhi. No, Li Weizheng, who is not as long as his life is usually brought to him by ghosts, but today's situation is special, so Judge Cui personally operated it. He glanced at the ghost shadow of Li Weizhi following behind him and said coldly: "Come with me!" and walked quickly into the hall.

At this time, the dizziness in Li Weizhi's mind gradually disappeared. He remembered that he was chatting and fucking with a few internet ghosts he had just met in front of the shelter computer. Why did he get here all of a sudden? He looked at the hall curiously. Although the hall was wide, it was empty, with dozens of big signs hanging on both sides of the hall, such as Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, Qing, 49 years ago, 49 years later, etc.

"Uncle, can I possess myself in my body in 1978?" Li Weizhi asked in a low voice with some concern. The aunt who sold the lottery agreed was too readily, which made him suspicious.

Judge Cui was worried and didn't hear what he said clearly. He pointed to a big sign and said, "Stand under that sign."

Li Weizhi walked over and looked up at the sign. He saw that it said 'Ming'. Although he didn't know what the ghost official was going to do, he knew that he must have made a mistake. He quickly pointed to the sign '49 years later' and said, "Uncle, I should stand there, right!"

'He has not forgotten his previous life!' Judge Cui suddenly burst into a cold sweat on his back, pointing at Li Weizhi and asked in a trembling voice: "You, haven't you drunk Mengpo soup?"

Li Weizhi suddenly laughed, smiling very warmly, and even felt a little guilty, "If I drink Mengpo soup, how can I tell you the winning number?"

"Oh no!" Judgment Cui stomped his feet in a hurry. He forgot about this. Not drinking Mengpo soup and returning to Yang would disrupt the historical process. He was very guilty. If Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva discovered it, he would be dismissed from public office. If he took him back to drink it again, it would be equivalent to the same person using the time system twice. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's computer would appear on the computer, which was too great.

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Judge Cui suddenly remembered that he had not crossed the Naihe Bridge yet. King Yama would never discover his existence no matter what. King Yama didn’t know, and even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva would not know. Besides, even if King Yama knew, he would hide it for him. He was clear about his old background! This is the key to the problem. After thinking about it, it is much less risky to let him take his memories of his previous life than to take him back to drink Mengpo soup. Besides, can this kid beat Zhu Yuanzhang?

Judge Cui pondered for a while. The temptation of the 200 million-die coins prize finally made him determined. After returning, he would immediately let another Li Wei drink Mengpo soup, completely forget his previous life, and pretend to be the Li Weizhi who won the prize.

Thinking of this, he said with a serious look on his face: "Where you come from, you will go back. This is the iron rule of the underworld and the underworld. It has nothing to do with the entrance you stand at. Today, only this entrance is opened. You should stand over and tell your winning number. There is only ten seconds left. You only have this chance."

The countdown begins when the Ming card is under the bill, nine, eight, seven.

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Although Li Weizhi was very suspicious, he had no choice but to stand in front of the entrance of Ming and shouted to Judge Cui: "The two missing winning numbers are my birthday, you can check it yourself!"

"Okay, we'll reach a deal." Judicial Cui used an electronic pen to select Li Weizheng's line and gently clicked the restoration key.

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"Wait!" Li Weizhi suddenly shouted, "What should I do if my body has been cremated?"

But he had no time anymore. The Ming card timing suddenly returned to zero from the fifth, and a bright green light shot out from the Ming card. Li Weizhi's ghost disappeared in an instant. The laughter of Judicial Cui came from the empty hall, "Don't worry! You are Li Weizheng now. Even if Li Weizhi is burned to ashes, it has nothing to do with you. I wish you a happy time with Zhu Yuanzhang, and beg you!"

The next day, the Yincai lottery was drawn, and the first prize of 200 million was won by an old man who grew vegetables in the 16th floor of hell and only spent two underworld coins. This caused a sensation in the underworld. The business of the Naiheqiao lottery machine was booming. After a review by the supervisory agency, there was no power agency personnel among the three generations of direct relatives of the old man, and the lottery was valid.

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Chapter completed!