"Even though I have a lot of paperwork in my hands and I have to go on a temporary business trip, I still have to hire a beautiful receptionist who is particularly capable of fighting..." A tall black-haired ghost tribe with his eyes hanging on his back and holding a mace, led by another mischievous ghost tribe, came to the other two who were asked to wait on the spot with complaints.

Fetton jumped off the stone that was a temporary seat, patted the dust on his butt, and said hello: "Hello~ I am a tourist who came to visit the hell through the alley of Duwang Town, and is not a suspicious intruder~"

If you treat other people's territory as a cultivation resource, you will not say this decisively.

"This answer is suspicious enough." The black-haired ghost tribe put the mace on the ground, pulled out a thick booklet from his arms, and introduced himself coldly, "I am the first assistant to King Yanmo - Ghost Lamp. I am just a small person similar to the left minister, and it is not worth mentioning."

I realized that Feton could not understand the official title, and Kaguya, who had been living on earth for a while, could only explain with complaints: "If the Left Minister is considered a small person, the only big person is the Emperor and the Taizheng Minister."

Ghost Lamp kept flipping the pages of the book and said in a cold tone that ignored Kaguya's appearance: "The person I just talked about must be the famous Kaguya Hime, and the woman on the other side is the wise Matsushita Eyelin... It's really surprising. I thought that the Penglai people who could not die would never appear in hell."

Yonglin smiled with a hint of point and said, "Ha~ Now it seems that I should have come to visit early."

"Please don't mind, the people of Yuezhi have always been the responsibility of Lord Four Seasons Yingji. I have only paid attention to your information out of interest in the undead." Ghost Lamp stopped turning the pages of the book, and looked at Fetton again, "For official duties, I have gone to the West to study many times. I don't remember that there is such a style of dress over there... So, is your time traveler or a boundary breaker?"

Feden asked in confusion: "What is the Breaking World?"

This question provides half of the answer in disguise. The ghost lamp directly closes the booklet, and there is no need to continue to search: "According to others, there are naturally generated channels in the dimensional gap. The human beings who use this channel to move the dimensionally are 'traversers', and the human beings who forcefully move the dimensionally against the impact of the dimensional turbulence are 'breakers'."

"I'll go! There's actually a naturally generated channel?! I've never seen it before?" Feidun said that he would be seriously injured every time he moved across the dimension, which was simply too painful.

"Tsk." The remaining half also got the answer, and the ghost lamp showed an expression of disgust without any concealment.

"Don't do this, I haven't done anything bad." Feidun said with a smile, "When I do something bad, you will hate me again~"

"!" A fierce murderous aura surged from the ghost lamp, but the murderous aura lasted only three seconds and was suppressed by reason. He winked and ordered the miscellaneous ghost clan to be a errand. The ghost lamp continued to receive the work. "Since the boundary breaker is involved, the forced repatriation procedure and persuasion procedure are skipped, please briefly introduce the situation of hell."

Feden scratched his face and smiled bitterly: "How does this hell look more standardized than the present world?"

The ghost lamp took out a map from the sleeve, unfolded it, and introduced it one by one: "This planet pursues the basic principle of soul reincarnation. If the present world is peaceful and prosperous, the total number of creatures will soar, and the gap will be supplemented by external souls of unknown origin; on the contrary, if natural disasters and man-made disasters break out in this world, the total number of creatures will plummet, and the redundant souls will leave the planet.

Except for a very few people with great merits who can enjoy the blessings of heaven, most of the souls of the dead will go to hell and be tortured. I hope that they can change their past mistakes after reincarnation. Hells were originally divided according to their regions, but due to the pressure from some people who broke the realm, we had to integrate them into one and set up 666 kinds of hells. It is said that in another world, this is an unlucky number representing the "devil". The souls who committed different crimes in this world will be escorted to the corresponding hells or hells for punishment after being judged by one of the Lord Yama.

The management of hell is led by Yan Mo, the ghost clan, monsters with special talents, and undead with special talents. Among them, the ghost clan can be divided into two types: one is the first generation of ghost clan that is naturally transformed after death like me, and the other is the descendants of the ghost clan and other spirits.

Nowadays, the hell on this planet is regarded as a playground or a free facility to torture enemies by more and more people, and we are required to keep pace with the times to revise the content and means of punishment. Although we have also received generous subsidies, I honestly want to give you a full set of 666 hell packages to you, a group of bastards... Ah, I'm sorry, I accidentally said the words in my heart, you pretend you didn't hear it."

Fetton nodded, really pretending that he hadn't heard it, including that he was included in the category of 'bastard' in advance: "The explanation is clear and give a 'very satisfied' evaluation."

"...So people like Ferton have always existed?" This introduction was something that Bayi Yonglin had never imagined.

Ghost lamp stared at Yonglin and said, "No, their appearance has happened in the past thousand years, and it has something to do with you."

"Me?" Yonglin was stunned.

Ghost lamp nodded and said in a deep voice: "I don't want to blame anyone, but the fact is that the war between the Moon Capital and the monsters attracted one of the boundary-breakers. The guys had a strange sense of smell and would go wherever there was fun, just like flies that loved to eat feces."

"It's obviously a bee that loves to eat nectar." Someone who was regarded as one of the 'flies' by the Ghost Lamp said that this metaphor is unreasonable, 0 points.

"……………” Yonglin was speechless.

The Moon War was not initiated by the Moon Capital, but something that Yakumoko, the monster sage, was idle and had nothing to do, and he did not expect to leave an impact in such a place.

At this moment, the miscellaneous ghost tribe who had been ordered to run errands by Ghost Ding ran back and panted and handed the three signs to Ghost Ding.

Ghost Lamp took the sign, handed the bloody sign to Fetton, and handed the two golden signs to Bayi Yonglin who stood in a relatively high position: "This is a certificate of entry and exit, please take it for three."

"Hey~ It's really troublesome~" Feidun took the blood-colored sign in disgust and estimated how to wear it.

"Please be patient. Just wear it on your first visit. When you visit the next time, all the hell workers will know you." Ghost lamp looked at Kaguya and Yonglin who had received the golden sign. "The two of them need to wear it every time they visit. Of course, it is best not to come again."

"Treat differently!" Kaguya protested loudly.

Ghost Lamp ignores Kaguya's protests and introduces the role of the brand: "The golden brand has the right to visit all the hells, and can reimburse a certain amount of food and accommodation consumption, but cannot enter the office area; the blood-colored brand goes wherever you want, and you don't have to spend money to buy things. If you see any items you are interested in in the treasure house, please register at the treasure house administrator when you take them away, so that we can record them. If you are tired of playing, please return them."

"...You are living too humble..." Kaguya stopped protesting, but instead felt full of sympathy.

"If you can't beat it, what else can we do? Can we stop it with the scattered consciousness? But~" Ghost Lamp picked up the mace he brought, patted it repeatedly on his palm, and said gloomyly, "Presuming that you are a boundary breaker... If I find that you are just a time traveler or an ordinary person wearing a fashionable clothes, I will tell you how heavy the price of lying is."

(Kla) Feidun raised his hand and punched a small space passage half a meter beside him, stopping the mace.

Space channel ≠dimensional channel

But a fierce man who can penetrate the space with just one blow can't afford to break through the dimensional channel or not.
Chapter completed!