After dinner, Capsule Corporation was still cleaning up the mess in the backyard.
Several round-headed household Robots were shuttled back and forth, skillfully putting away mountains of empty plates.
Chi-Chi walked into the kitchen carrying the last two plates of unfinished snacks with a satisfied smile on his face.
Bardock sat at the end of the long table, looking at the busy group of Robot, with a bit of caution in his eyes.
He was still not used to this kind of peaceful atmosphere without murderous intent.
Goku leaned on the chair, patted his round belly, and started to snore.
Krillin stood up and stretched out, his bones making a crisp sound.
Bulma is sitting under the umbrella, holding a cup of black tea in his hand.
She gently put down the tea cup, and the bottom of the cup hit the delicate porcelain plate, making a crisp sound.
"Where are you going?" Bulma raised his head and his eyes fell on Krillin.
"Otherworld." Krillin replied casually.
Bulma raised his eyebrows and turned his white fingers around the rim of the cup.
"Go now? You have just finished eating and you are leaving?"
"While Bardock is still adapting to modern life, I'll go talk to Frieza first."
Bulma Hearing the name Frieza, his originally relaxed expression immediately became serious.
"Don't let that guy roam the earth. My backyard was just repaired a few days ago."
Krillin waved his hand and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Don't worry, Resurrection is not so fast. I just went over to check the situation first."
Golden Haired Lanchi, who was yawning out of boredom next to him, heard this and immediately stood up.
Her eyes were bright, and the machine gun in her hand was leveled.
"Otherworld? That sounds exciting! Can I go? I've never been to a place like that before!"
Krillin's figure has begun to blur.
There was only one fleeting word left in the air.
"I'll show you next time."
Other World.
Yemma's Palace's queue is as long as ever, as if there is no end in sight.
Various grotesque evil souls were lined up in several rows, extending crookedly out of sight.
Some souls were still pushing each other, while others were whispering curses.
Tall and powerful ghosts walked back and forth holding wooden signs and long forks, shouting loudly to maintain order.
Occasionally, a few disobedient souls who wanted to jump in line were immediately picked out by the ghosts with forks and thrown back to the end of the queue without mercy.
King Yemma was sitting behind the huge desk, stamping the seals in his hands very quickly.
There is a pile of soul files half as high as a person on the table, crumbling.
There is also a pair of glasses hanging on his huge horns, which were torn off by a stubborn soul just now when he struggled.
King Yemma is stamping a howling pirate captain to Hell.
The heavy seal fell on the paper, making a dull sound.
"Next! Don't wait!" King Yemma roared, causing the hall to buzz.
At this moment, the space in front of the table suddenly shook.
The air seemed to be torn apart by a pair of invisible hands, creating a gaping hole.
Dazzling golden warm light emerged from the gap, illuminating the dim hall.
The light was so dazzling that several ghosts who were close to him subconsciously raised their arms to block their eyes.
Krillin steps out of the crack.
King Yemma The seal in his hand instantly flew out of his hand.
The heavy wooden seal bounced twice on the floor, almost hitting the instep of his official boots.
"Mr. Krillin!" King Yemma exclaimed.
The few ghosts next to them who were still scolding their souls immediately stood up straight, with their backs straight.
They held the long forks in their hands so tightly that they didn't even dare to breathe.
The noisy dead souls in the team also felt the terrifying oppression and fell silent instantly.
Even the pirate who was still crying just now shut his mouth and quietly moved half a step to the side, for fear of offending this evil star.
Krillin raised his hand and said hello, with a very casual expression.
"Brother Yan Mo, are you busy?"
King Yemma quickly pulled up his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"It's okay, it's okay. The reason for your visit this time is..."
Krillin turned his head and looked towards the small door on the side of the hall.
"I'm going to see Frieza."
King Yemma's face suddenly fell a bit when he heard this name.
The pair of majestic horns above his head seemed to be hanging down.
"He's been very restless lately."
Krillin is a little curious.
"What's wrong? He can still cause trouble?"
King Yemma sighed and shook his head repeatedly.
"He is wrapped in a cocoon and cannot move his body, but his mental activities are getting stronger and stronger."
"The little Angel who is responsible for reforming him came to report yesterday and said that he has stopped screaming recently."
Krillin touched his chin, his expression became playful.
"Isn't that a good thing? It means that he finally learned to accept his fate and has a bright future?"
King Yemma smiled bitterly.
"For our Hell management, Frieza who doesn't scream is much more troublesome than Frieza who screams."
"He's now starting to scare the staff with his eyes."
King Yemma opened a record book on the table and pointed to the densely packed words on it.
"A stuffed bear took psychological leave the day before yesterday. The report states that being closely watched by Frieza caused internal cotton spasms. It is still receiving treatment."
"Yesterday, a little Angel who was responsible for watering applied for a job transfer and said that Frieza stared at her for a full thirty minutes."
"He just stared without saying a word, which scared little Angel so much that he couldn't even hold the kettle."
Krillin Enjoyed listening to it.
"Thank you for your hard work. I'm going to tell him to be honest."
Krillin walked towards the small door.
The "No Entry for Unused Persons" sign on the door has been replaced with a new one.
The edges are plated with a layer of shiny gold, and the words are in beautiful elegant handwriting.
There is also a line of small words posted below the brand.
Except Mr. Krillin.
The handwriting is very new and the ink doesn't seem to be completely dry yet.
He opened the door and stepped in.
A familiar sweet smell instantly hit my face, as if I had fallen into a candy jar.
The pink sky hangs low, and the clouds have the texture of strawberry-flavored marshmallows.
One by one, they are piled softly on top of the head.
A gorgeous rainbow stretched from the east to the west.
The ground is covered with singing flowers, arranged in two neat rows.
The petals swayed gently to the cheerful melody, and crisp laughter emitted from the stamens.
Little Angel was flying in the air, holding a colorful Tambourine and a golden trumpet.
When their white wings flap, they bring up tiny pink spots of light.
There are also a group of stuffed creatures who are keen to stick to their faces.
Stuffed bears, stuffed rabbits, and stuffed cats, each wearing a vest of a different color, with exaggerated smiles on their faces.
Krillin As soon as Hell stepped into this piece of earth exclusive to Hell, a sunflower started singing loudly.
"Welcome, my good friend is here! The weather is nice today, the flowers are smiling!"
Next to him, a little Angel was holding a Tambourine, instinctively preparing to dance a welcome dance.
But when it saw clearly that the person coming was Krillin, it instantly froze while holding it in the air.