"What were you telling this old man all that for? What do you want me to do?" Old Zhuge asked Jiang Hao.
"I plan to petition to become a City God. Mr. Zhuge is upright, kind, and exceptionally capable. I want Mr. Zhuge to serve as my Underworld Judge," Jiang Hao said.
The Underworld Judge was the City God's deputy, equivalent to a chief secretary. It was an extremely important position, and more than half of a City God's work was handled by the judge.
"You want me to serve as a Yin Messenger?"
Old Zhuge asked in surprise. Serving as a Yin Messenger meant a living person taking up duties in the underworld.
"That's right. Become an Underworld Judge under the City God," Jiang Hao said.
Old Zhuge frowned and pondered for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter. "When I was an official in the mortal world, I had to be cautious at every turn, calculating every matter, scheming against others, forming factions. Where was serving the people and the country? Where was impartial justice?
"As an Underworld Judge, I can govern life and death, reward good and punish evil. This old man can finally do things openly and wholeheartedly, without being dragged down by all that messy nonsense. Fine, this old man is willing to be this judge," Old Zhuge declared loudly.
Hearing Zhuge Wolong agree, Jiang Hao was delighted. This old man had served as Vice Minister of Personnel and Vice Minister of Rites, eventually becoming a Grand Scholar. If he had not been framed by others, he could very well have become Second Chancellor, or even Chief Chancellor.
He knew the workings of officialdom like the back of his hand and possessed exceptional ability. More importantly, he was upright and hated evil. He was absolutely