Yin Yang Delivery (37)

"Master An Ge, when did you go down?"

When Ming Shu came out, the little ghost that was guarding the 19th level looked at her in surprise.

Ming Shu tidied her clothes indifferently and smiled. "When you were slacking."

The little ghost: "…"

The little ghost smiled awkwardly. "Master An Ge, is it tiring for you to run here every two to three days? There is nothing wrong with that ghost anymore. Why don't you let him out?"

The 19th level was a special level. All the other being were chained up. Only Ling Yan wasn't. The person smiled and told them that if they dared to touch him, they would be punished to sweep Hell for a thousand years.

A thousand years!

If it was not for him, he would not need to guard this place.

Even the king of Hell said that he could leave and only needed to come back occasionally.

Ming Shu squinted at him and smiled arrogantly. "I don't want to let him out. Why? Do you have an opinion?"

"No, no…"