One thousand Yin spirits from the construction industry arrived in the palace’s back hall in no time. They trembled in silence as they glanced about at the terrifying and imposing statues lining both sides of the hall. Qin Ye surveyed the throng of Yin spirits. A good number of them were drenched to the skin, and the Yin energy emanating from their respective beings were all ostensibly weakened. 

They weren’t humans, but they were still living creatures. Few, if any, living creatures enjoyed the feeling of getting drenched like that.

“The new Hell has just been inaugurated, so we’re a little tight on finances and manpower. Please bear with it for now.” He muttered casually, “This palace is none other than Hell’s Gate, and it occupies a vast area. This is the main hall, and there are annex halls on both sides as well. As a show of good faith and sincerity, we shall adjourn to the annex hall for our meeting.”

After all, sitting on prayer mats around the feet of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva as they were having their meeting felt somewhat kitschy.

He had scouted out the annex halls earlier. The facilities there were simple, but decent. Most importantly… it resembled a massive conference room, and there were sufficient chairs and tables to go around…

Nobody said a word in objection. The memory of Tiger Gao’s death was still fresh in their minds. Just like that, a thousand Yin spirits followed Qin Ye’s lead and made their way to the entrance to the annex hall. Qin Ye looked around, “We’ve got a tad too many. Those with more than three years of experience with clerical work, please raise your hands.”

Dozens of hands went up in the air instantly...