我正蹲在桥底下抽烟呢，琢磨着这月房租又该从哪儿蹭了。突然感觉脑袋一轻，好像被什么东西捞了起来。我猛地睁开眼，嚯，好家伙，阴风阵阵的，白得晃眼。

surrounding was a grand and imposing hall, with towering arches and imposing decorations, humans could hardly see the end in an eye. In the middle of the hall stood a large platform, on which a long table was placed. A middle-aged man with a long white beard was sitting on the chair, his face grim, looking down at the people below. "Who are you? What do you want?" I asked, nervously asking. "Are you the one who broke into Yama's office?" The man asked. "What's Yama's office?" I asked. "The office of King Yama in the underworld," the man replied, "You broke into his office and stole his treasure. Are you here to give it back?" "I didn't break into anyone's office or steal anything," I said, "I was just walking by when I saw this place and walked in." "You're lying," the man said, "We have eyes and ears everywhere. We know you broke into King Yama's office and stole his treasure. Now, you must give it back."