The owner of the clothing store made a series of cunning arguments, leaving all the ghosts, who were also Cultivating Ghosts, silently agreeing.

They were also helpless. If they could survive well, who wouldn't want to abide by the law?

It was indeed too scarce in cultivation resources, suppressed by rules, and felt suffocated, becoming increasingly difficult.

If one day only a few people could survive in the end, of course, they would fight desperately and risk their lives to snatch it!

The owner of the clothing store saw Yama's silence and secretly felt happy in his heart.

There is a play!

The King of Hell in front of me, he looked like nothing more than a child!

No matter how capable a child is, can their mind be as mature as an adult's? Indeed, they are still easily influenced.

Pretending to be pitiful, children are the most easily moved.

So the clothing store owner cried and said, "Lord Yama, if we must blame someone, we can only blame the heavens! The natural order suppresses us, making survival difficult, forcing everyone to fight each other..."

"The law does not hold the masses accountable, please spare me this time. I will never dare to do it again, I swear..."

Susie snapped out of her thoughts and looked at the clothing store owner again.

Does the law not hold the majority accountable?

Did Fa really not blame anyone?

Are there so many people who do bad things that they can be called "not breaking the law"?

Susie waved her hand and held Yama's red pen in her hand, saying coldly, "Bribing Yama in public, one more sin, plus eighteen small hells."

The clothing store owner widened his eyes.

No, didn't she also agree with what they said?

Why do you still want to punish him?

The clothing store owner was unwilling and kept shouting and yelling, but Susie waved her hand and sent him and the other two evil ghosts directly to hell.

The ghosts were all in a state of unease, not daring to even breathe. Those few Cultivating Ghosts were even more restless, not daring to move or make a sound.

Afraid that Yama would settle the accounts on the spot!

Susie looked around and then said, "What goes around comes around."

She paused for a moment, furrowed her brow, and changed her wording: "The ultimate path of cultivation is to examine one's own conscience. The things we do today will one day be repaid upon ourselves like a storm. Take care of yourselves!"

Yeah, it was difficult to practice, everyone was like that, but it doesn't mean it was right.

We must not lose our original intention because of this, nor should we lose our morals and principles, otherwise the entire underworld will become hell.

Upon thinking about this, Susie suddenly froze.

Wait, the entire underworld turned into hell?!

Susie didn't know why, but she suddenly felt a chill all over her body, and her heart couldn't help but tremble.

The ancestors were originally immersed in the shock of the little one's rational judgment, and immediately asked, "What happened?"

Susie shook her head and said, "Nothing."

The onlookers' ghosts were all dispersed.

The innkeeper was trembling with fear, but eventually he found out that little Yama was easy to talk to and didn't put on airs. He even told him to go about his own business...

He didn't come back to his senses after leaving the house, and it took a long time for him to hurriedly go find the boss.

They checked into an inn and a Yama joined them!

How could one dare to neglect this...

Everyone left.

Susie looked at Huck, and so did the ancestors.

Huck stood still, not knowing what he was thinking.

The ancestors said, "Did you see it? Cultivating Ghost is not as you think, filled with cruelty and blood everywhere."

Susie nodded, "Huck, do you want to reconsider?"

Although she also couldn't bear to part with Huck.

But when he was reincarnated, she could personally go to send him off and even personally go to witness his birth.

In the future years, she could accompany him round after round, even though he would not recognize her in each lifetime, she could still get to know him again.

Huck, however, shook his head and immersed himself in the experience of Yama's promotion, inexplicably feeling a surge of passion.

"No, Susie, in the future, Huck must become a person as capable as you... It's truly embarrassing, Huck, being an adult, yet lagging so far behind you."

"Huck would definitely try his best and make an effort to catch up!"

He clenched his fist, with a determined expression on his face.

Susie and the old ancestor looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

Susie: Ancestor, didn't you say you were going to persuade Huck?

Ancestors: To our surprise, Tamao's persuasion only made Huck more determined. What is the reason behind this?

No, no, it's not enough to show the evil of human nature. He wanted to take him to see something more violent and direct...

After the owner of the clothing store was sentenced to hell, soon all the ghosts on the entire street knew about it.

The hidden ghost lurking in the shadows was restless. The ghost king who used to run the clothing store was no longer there. Now, there was only a little female ghost left to guard the store and sell clothes.

There were so many good things inside, what a rare opportunity!

If it were in the past, the hidden Cultivating Ghost would have already pounced, and whoever arrived first at the shut-down illegal shop would be able to pick up some good stuff.

But now everyone knows that the King of Hell is right here on this street. Who dares to move?

On the second floor of the clothing store, the shop owner was called over in a hurry, feeling overwhelmed.

She had conflicts with her husband in the beginning, as she was unwilling to open a black shop and wait for a fat sheep to be slaughtered. That's why she left angrily and started practicing on her own.

Who knew that the husband had been sentenced to hell.

The boss lady knew very well that there were many eyes watching this shop from outside, making her hand over everything in the shop, including everything inside. She was unwilling to do so!

Packed into a storage bag and taken away, she definitely couldn't leave this haunted market.

Either give up the shop or find a way to save it, anyway that damn husband is already in hell, everything here belongs to her, why shouldn't she have it?

Just as she was thinking about what to do, the manager of the inn at the end of the street suddenly approached her.

"Boss lady... Oh, I should call you Ms. White now!" the inn manager said. "I suppose you must be thinking about how to hold onto the shop now, right?"

The boss lady poured him a cup of tea and sincerely asked, "Do you have any guidance, Manager Longman?"

Manager Longman chuckled and said, "I dare not give advice! But you should know that Xiao Yama really likes those few sets of flagship products in your store..."

The boss with a worried expression on his face said, "I know, but I dare not give it, nor can I give it. Isn't that like walking into the muzzle?"

Little Yama had a clear attitude: he did not accept bribes.

Longman smiled slightly and said, "I didn't ask you to go to Little Yama's side... I asked you to go to her ancestor's side."

"Do you know what the identity of Little Yama's ancestors was? As long as he nods, the fate of your shop depends solely on his words!"

The boss in red, as if grasping at a lifesaving straw, hurriedly asked, "What is his identity?"