"Where is this?" The vague consciousness gradually became clear. On the desolate land, a young man opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment in confusion.

"Where is this, who am I?" The young man covered his forehead with one hand, trying to remember something, but he couldn't remember anything. He couldn't remember who he was, what he was, and where he was.

After several recollections, I couldn't remember anything, so the boy began to observe the situation around him.

Behind him is a vast deserted land, with no sight at first sight, and in front is an endless blue river. The sides of the river are filled with red and fire-like flowers, like a carpet built by blood, which makes the boy want to go forward to pick it.

There was a faint mist floating above the river, and the smoke was shrouded in the air, and the situation was invisible.

The boy stood there in confusion, not knowing what to do. The deserted place and the self without memory made the boy feel at a loss.

During his confusion, on the foggy river, a boat and a figure gradually revealed its figure and approached the shore.

He has long hair with two small braids, white and blue dress, thick-soled wooden clogs, and an extremely huge sickle in his hand. He has a sense of majesty.

If Wu Feng had not lost his memory, he would have called out her name as soon as possible, Onotsuka Komachi, the ferryman on the Santu River.

"Is there only one undead this time?" It looks very majestic and the sentences also reveal a strong sense of oppression, which makes Wu Feng a little worried about what he will be like next.

"Take all the money to cross you"

"I seem to have no money." Wu Feng touched his pants that were cleaner than his face and spread his hands. From the time the girl appeared, Wu Feng felt like he was dead. After the girl spoke, she confirmed that she was a dead soul.

"Hey! You can actually speak." Onotsuka Komachi stared at Wu Feng curiously. The undead usually cannot speak, and he is not even very clear about consciousness. Only monsters or humans with certain practice can maintain consciousness and speak. It is rare to encounter undead who can speak.

"Uh, I'm very weird talking?"

"Well, it's very strange. You seem to have the power of death on your body. Forget it. Today, I'm in a good mood. Seeing that you are not plagued by evil spirits, you can take you for free. Let's get on the boat." Onotsuka Komachi thought for a while, gave up a seat for Wu Feng and asked him to get on the boat.

Along the way, Wu Feng found that **'s mother was really talkative and almost kept talking.

"May I have your name?"

"I don't remember it." Wu Feng shook his head and said that he didn't remember anything.

"Amnesia? You may lose your memory after death. Why are you penniless? As long as someone pays you to pay tribute to you, you will be rich. Do you have no relatives and friends to burn money for you?"

Wu Feng continued to shake his head, but a blue vein appeared on his forehead. How could he know if he had amnesia!

"Then why did you die?"

Just as Wu Feng opened his mouth and said he couldn't remember, a ignorant feeling emerged in his mind, and he immediately changed his mind.

"I was cheated to death" Wu Feng insisted

"Didn't you lose your memory? How could you know?"

Damn, you still ask if I know I have amnesia... Wu Feng is angry and tea table

"I've definitely been cheated, my brain told me that."

Of course, there are also many useful things, such as the place they are about to go to now is the hell where the highest referee of the paradise is located.

"Sir Four Seasons, I'm bringing new undeads." After several hours of journey, Onozuka Komachi brought Wu Feng to a building.

Before he finished speaking, the stick of repentance fell on the head of Onozuka Komachi, and a crisp blow came from the sound of a bang, followed by a long preaching.

"Kocho, are you lazy again? Transporting the undead is not your job? Do you know how important the ferry work of Santuhe is? It is very likely that a large number of undead cannot be reincarnated in time. Last time, it was because of your lazyness that the undead boarded flowers caused a lot of trouble. It took a lot of time to solve it. Haven't you learned a lesson yet..."

Onozuka Komachi's reaction made Wu Feng instantly become cute. His full sense of majesty suddenly fell like moral integrity. He became cute and looked at the girl holding the remorse stick with tears in his eyes. He covered the beaten position with his little hands and said in a grievance.

"Sir Si Ji, I'm really not lazy this time. I don't know why the undead has been greatly reduced recently. There are almost no undead who can cross the Santu River. I happened to find a very rare amnesia-lost undead who awakened the power of death and did not have any grievances or merits, so I brought it here in advance."

Just as Wu Feng was staring at Onozuka Komachi in a daze, he beat him with another remorse stick, but this time the goal was changed to Wu Feng.

"It hurts so much." Wu Feng finally understood why Onozuka Komachi had that expression just now, because... it hurts so much!!

"So too, you have neither injustice nor merits, which makes it difficult to deal with. You cannot be sent to hell to serve your sentence, and you cannot meet the standards of entering the heavenly realm. The requirements for reincarnation are far inferior, so you can only live in the underworld." The girl's voice was a little distressed.

Wu Feng then looked at the girl holding the remorse stick. If it weren't for the two sticks just now, he would definitely be considered a literary girl. Her dark green shoulder-length short hair fluttered in the wind, her dark blue top was covered with a white shirt, and her lower body was black socks and a blue short skirt.

The highest referee of the paradise, Si Ji Yingji, is a seemingly quiet and beautiful girl.

"By the way, the underworld manager has just taken office for a hundred years and has been calling for a lack of people. It just so happens that you have the ability to die, so let you join the company there and accumulate merits." Siji Eiki clapped her hands and made a decision, and then said to Onozuka Komachi.

"Anyway, you are also lazy. As a punishment, please send him to Baiyulou."

"Hey? How can this be done!"

Siji Yingji looked very busy, but after saying that, she disappeared in front of her eyes.

When Wu Feng turned around, the huge sickle was already on his neck, and what was coming was Onozuka Komachi's red eyes.

"You didn't see anything just now."

"that"

"You didn't see anything just now!"

“…Okay, I didn’t see anything”

Onozuka Komachi then took back his sickle and breathed a sigh of relief

"What did you want to say just now?"

"..." Wu Feng silently pointed behind her, looking straight at her with unbearable expression.

What greeted Komachi were the seemingly calm eyes of Siji Eiki, but the blazing flames inside showed what the owner of these eyes was feeling.

"Kocho! That's how you work!"

The sound of the repentance stick hitting and half an hour of preaching came.

When Onozuka Komachi appeared again, his red eyes were completely red and swollen, and his face was full of grievances.

"That, Miss Onotsuka is okay?"

Onozuka Komachi glared at Wu Feng fiercely, but did not make any moves.

"For you, I was beaten hard, it hurts so much, woosh."

"Miss Onotsuka"

"Call me Komachi...Onozuka is so ugly"

"Kocho, is the place we are going to now very dangerous? You seem to be reluctant to go there."

"It's not dangerous at all. No one dares to make trouble in the foodie's territory. Moreover, there are countless cherry trees there. Every spring, it can be called a wonder of the underworld. Many ghosts will visit it."

"Why is that?"
Chapter completed!