The aperture disappeared, and all the voices came to Zhao Miaomiao's ears.
She could hear the screams of evil ghosts when they were being punished, the sobbing of newborn ghosts, and the communication of ghost messengers.
Everything around her is within her five senses, where she can see and hear, and there is nowhere to hide.
Most importantly, she saw Song Minghui.
That Song Minghui was thin, wearing a Tsing Yi Taoist robe, with his hair tied up, just like a Taoist priest.
He sat at the desk, read the last document, and suddenly a mirror appeared in his hand.
"I haven't seen my mother for a long time, I wonder how she is doing now?" Song Minghui muttered to himself.
Although he became the first judge under one person and over ten thousand people in the underworld, he also became the busiest judge in the underworld.
His status was not easy to come by, so he has been doing things carefully, not leaving any excuses for other competitors.
At the same time, it is also necessary to prevent other judges from making trouble in private and stumbling themselves.
Although Pluto is not in Hades, his majesty has always existed, and he does not know when he will come back.
He stayed by Pluto's side for a long time, but he still didn't understand the other party's temper.
He only knows one thing, Pluto doesn't care about the petty fights of his subordinates.
However, if someone does something to challenge the authority of Pluto, Pluto will take the ghost's life even if he is thousands of miles away.
Thinking of this, Song Minghui brushed his hands over the mirror. This is the ghost mirror he usually uses to look at the world, and he will see how his mother's life is every once in a while.
My mother was reborn in the Song family, and she still became a Taoist priest, and her life went smoothly.
The lens of the ghost mirror swayed, and the picture changed from blurred to clear.
He saw Song Tao lying on the cold floor, with two bruise marks on his neck, his tongue stuck out, and his eyes were round.
This Mom is dead?
Song Minghui's complexion changed drastically, and he rushed towards the mirror.
The mirror maximized the appearance of Song Tao lying on the ground, and Song Minghui finally confirmed one thing.
Mom is really dead!
"Ahh! Who is it! What the hell happened!" Song Minghui was furious, his nostrils dilated, his pupils protruded, and he looked like a ghost.
He moved and suddenly arrived at the spacious venue where ghosts were registered.
A gust of dark wind blew up the venue, and the ghosts who had just arrived in the underworld were blown to one side or another by the dark wind, and even the bull-headed horse-faced figure swayed a bit.
The things on the table were blown to the ground by the dark wind, and the ghost messenger picked up the things that fell on the ground.
The ghost messenger suddenly saw the chief judge coming, and was about to salute, but was drawn to him by Song Minghui.
"Is there a ghost named Song Tao today? Tell me!"
The ghost messenger was scared out of his wits by the furious Song Minghui, his legs trembled, and he stammered, "Which Song, which peach?"
Song Minghui wrote the word Song Tao directly in the air, and even showed Song Tao's appearance to the ghost.
The ghost guard shook his head, "Judge Song, I have never seen this ghost before!"
"Impossible! She's dead!" Song Minghui pushed the ghost messenger away, and went to the table to check the registration machine.
He quickly selected the most recent date in the machine, entered Song Tao's name, and all the ghost photos named Song Tao were displayed, there were dozens of them.
He browsed very fast and finished reading it in one go. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com