Chapter 7 — Underworld Has Bluetooth Signal

After his death, he still went to Uong Tu city. At the end of the file, A Vo used the same handwriting as my father's to write down a line:

“This ghost is currently a small cleaning agent in the East area.”

I raised my head to look at A Vo. He still had that expressionless expression, but the eyes under the sunglasses seemed to reveal a cold look.

“Good job.”

We close the file.

“But just cleaning is too good for him.”

I called the devil to send Ngo Duc Hai to my throne. He no longer had the arrogance he had in life, kneeling on the ground, trembling in fear.

“Do you know Lam Kien Quoc?”

I asked coldly. Ngo Duc Hai suddenly raised his head, his face full of horror:

“You… you are…”

“I am his daughter.”

I didn't say another word, just waved my hand. A Vo stepped forward and pulled him towards the palace backyard. In the backyard there is a giant stone mortar made of paper that my father burned, it is said that it is for me to experience the "joy of farming". Next to the stone mortar were several hundred paper copies of "Five Years of University Exams, Three Years of Simulation".

“Let him copy these books without missing a word onto the stone mortar.”

“When you finish writing, you will be reincarnated.”

Ngo Duc Hai heard my verdict and immediately fell limp. This is even more painful than leaving his soul scattered. I looked at his back, my heart not wavering at all. Good and evil are rewarded, heaven reincarnates. If heaven does not warn, then I will act on behalf of heaven. 7. After dealing with Ngo Duc Hai's matter, the days in the underworld returned to peace. Every day we handle public affairs, tease demons, or carry a pink Gatling gun to the banks of the Vong Xuyen River to throw rocks and surf the water. A Vo always follows me, like the most loyal bodyguard. He will help me clean the shiny Gatling gun, will replace the new LED light bulb on my seven-color phoenix dress, and will silently give me a paper cup of milk tea when I "watch a movie". He is like my father, quiet, but puts all his love into action. Today is my death anniversary. My parents arrived very early. Through A Vo, we can vaguely see their appearance. They are all very old, their hair is more than half white, and their backs are a bit hunched. They didn't cry, they just sat in front of my tombstone, muttering and talking to me.

"Daughter, your uncle Vuong's son is married, his wife is very good, you don't need to remember anymore."

“Daughter, I burned you the latest phone model, called iPhone 100, down there you can also be a trendy ghost.”

"Daughter, my bad brother, he ranked tenth in the class in the final exam, it won't make you lose face."

“Girl, we're all very good, don't worry.”

They talk a lot, from neighbors to national affairs. Finally, my mother took out an item from her pocket and carefully placed it in the fire basin. It's a small paper cake.

“Dien Dien, happy birthday.”

My mother's voice choked. My father hugged her shoulders, raised his head to look at the sky, the corners of his eyes also sparkled with tears. I floated in the air of my palace, looking at this scene, tears silently fell. Devils don't have tears, but at that moment, I really felt the taste of a broken heart. A Vo walked up to me and gave me a tissue. I take it, wipe away the tears that don't exist.

“A Vo, tell me, when will they be able to forget me and start living again? of yourself?”

A Vo didn't answer, just quietly took out an item from his lap. It's a paper family photo frame. In the photo, my young parents hugged me when I was still a newborn, smiling happily. I looked at the photo and suddenly understood. They will never forget us. Because we are a part of their lives. Just like they are the warmest light in our lives. Even though yin and yang are separate, this love has never diminished. I hugged the photo frame, looked at my parents in the world, and smiled with relief.

“Father, mother, I are also very good.”

I carried my pink Gatling gun, behind me A Vo silently followed, walking towards my throne. I am Lam Dien, Ghost King of Uong Tu City. I'm here, waiting for the day I see them again. (End)