Chapter 15 

Little Qi Wu didn’t know anyone else in the Human Realm. She tilted her head in confusion: “People?”

[Hahaha, this question makes me feel like there are non-humans who want to see her too.]

[What if, though? *dog emoji*]

[I thought it was just the two of them, father and daughter, relying on each other. I didn’t expect they had friends.]

[In life, you’re bound to have one or two friends.]

[Even so, the way Su Wen seems like he doesn’t want to talk to anyone except his daughter makes me really doubt if he has any friends.]

“An elder,” Su Wen said. “I’ll take you to see her tonight, okay?”

Little Qi Wu was even more puzzled. Did she actually know an elder?

In the Underworld, no Ghosts or Gods had ever referred to themselves as her elder.

She was both curious and excited as she nodded: “Okay.”

[Why at night? Are they treating us like outsiders?]

[Sweetie, if Dad takes you to meet another woman, don’t pay her any attention!]

[Calm down, you drama queens. He said it’s an elder, probably a grandparent or something.]

Learning from yesterday’s experience, Su Wen took Little Qi Wu to eat at a small restaurant at the foot of the mountain before heading back. Originally, he had planned to try cooking from a recipe, but since they were going to meet the Emperor later, if he messed up, not only would they miss the meeting, but Little Qi Wu would also go hungry.

Little Qi Wu sat in the small restaurant, her eyes curiously scanning the surroundings. She watched as people carried dishes to others’ tables, and the others ate happily. She had never seen a place like this before.

Wait, no—this was just like how they ate in kindergarten!

Little Qi Wu looked away and asked seriously: “Dad, do adults also have kindergarten?”

Su Wen: “What?”

“In kindergarten, we also sit in rows to eat,” she said. “The teacher brings the food to us.”

Su Wen understood. The Little King of Hell was unfamiliar with many things in the Human Realm, so she instinctively used what she knew to define new things. It would take a long time for her to gradually understand the Human Realm.

If she had stayed in the Underworld, those outdated customs would indeed not have been conducive to her growth.

Jin Wen and Kong Lin had done a good job in sending the Little King of Hell to the Human Realm to learn.

He explained: “This isn’t kindergarten. This is a restaurant.”

“People pay the owner here, the boss, and the boss serves everyone food.”

Pay?

Little Qi Wu caught the keyword and immediately grew anxious, whispering: “But Dad, we don’t have money.”

“We do,” Su Wen leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Qi Wu, don’t worry. Dad won’t let you go hungry.”

Little Qi Wu placed her hands on the table, just like she did in kindergarten, and said obediently: “Qi Wu isn’t hungry. Qi Wu can just drink milk.”

“But Qi Wu needs to grow and stay healthy,” Su Wen said. “That way, you can grow up well.”

At the mention of growing up, Qi Wu immediately had no objections. She straightened her back and nodded solemnly: “Okay!”

Little Qi Wu was very well-behaved while eating. She ate whatever her dad gave her, her head buried in the bowl, treating every grain of rice with respect. The live-stream audience watched with great interest.

[Qi Wu is the third child I’ve watched eat.]

【Although I’m only 20 years old, Zai Zai’s mukbang is really fun to watch, so adorable! It makes me feel so hungry.】

【I’m 28 this year, and I’ve already watched several kids grow up while eating. The more I watch, the more addicted I get. Little Qi Wu is definitely the cutest one I’ve seen in Zai Zai’s mukbang.】

【She’s so well-behaved, not picky at all, and seems like she could eat the bowl too, hahaha.】

【I always feel like Little Qi Wu is really obsessed with growing up. Even going to kindergarten is about studying hard to grow up.】

【I suggest that after the show ends, Qi Wu should also have a separate live stream while eating.】

【Don’t worry, I’m already screen recording. I’ll make a separate compilation of Qi Wu eating later!】

After finishing her meal and returning home, Little Qi Wu snuggled in her Dad’s arms, rubbing her round little belly, and began her daily contemplation.

She glanced at the camera, then at the driver, and then at the pedestrians on the street outside the car window.

At first, Su Wen thought she was just curious, but unexpectedly, Little Qi Wu suddenly asked, “Dad, why does it seem like everyone has something to do?”

Su Wen didn’t quite understand what she meant and patiently inquired, “What do you mean?”

“These past few days, it seems like everyone is so busy,” she extended her small hand, “The teacher is busy, Mengmeng’s parents are busy, the cameraman Uncle is busy, and look, even the driver Uncle is busy.”

The taxi driver, hearing this childish voice, laughed heartily, “This kid is really amusing.”

He then answered on behalf of Su Wen, “Because we have to work to earn money and support our families.”

This was the second time Little Qi Wu heard the word “work.” The first time was from Mengmeng’s dad. She nodded, “Then Uncle, do you also not like sleeping?”

“Of course, Uncle likes to sleep, but when you’re working, you can’t sleep.”

This contradiction touched upon Little Qi Wu’s knowledge gap, and she looked to her Dad for help.

Su Wen explained, “Just like Grandma and Dad, we have to protect and help everyone. That’s our job.”

Oh, now Qi Wu understood.

Judge Dad also didn’t want to be bullied at the Netherworld Gate, but he had to protect The Underworld, so he had to go.

So it’s the same for people; they don’t want to work, but they have to earn money to support their families, so they can’t sleep.

That must be really hard.

So Little Qi Wu said to the cameraman and driver in the front, “Then driver Uncle and cameraman Uncle, you must be very tired.”

The driver laughed even more happily, “My child at home is four years old, just as obedient and cute as you. Every time I come home tired from work, seeing my child makes it all worth it.”

“It’s all part of the job.”

Then he looked at Su Wen, “Handsome guy, isn’t that right?”

Su Wen rarely responded, “Hmm.”

【What is Su Wen agreeing to? What does he mean by protecting and helping everyone?】

【Maybe we’re only seeing one side of him. It’s possible he really has important work to do.】

【Oh my, I’m so curious.】

Perhaps because he has children at home, the driver was very good at communicating with kids and loved to talk. He continued to Little Qi Wu, “And if we don’t work, society would be in chaos.”

Little Qi Wu asked curiously, “Why?”

The driver patiently explained, “Every profession, every kind of work, has its reason for existence. Just like your kindergarten teachers—without them, you wouldn’t have a place to learn. Without the cameraman uncle, you wouldn’t be able to film the show. And without the driver uncle, you wouldn’t have a way to travel by car.”

Little Qi Wu nodded vigorously, “That’s right!”

She wholeheartedly agreed, “Just like without Dad, we’d be in danger!”

The driver asked in surprise, “Is your dad a policeman?”

“Policeman?”

The driver explained, “Policemen are the ones who maintain social order, protect ordinary people, and keep everyone safe.”

So, in the Human Realm, they’re called policemen.

Little Qi Wu thought for a moment, then nodded and shook her head, “Dad isn’t a policeman, but he’s just as amazing as one!”

After all, Dad is the one who manages those Ghost Messengers!

The driver was even more astonished, “Your dad must be truly remarkable.”

“I could tell just by his demeanor that he’s extraordinary. So cool!”

“Exactly!”

Su Wen listened to the conversation between Little Yan Wang and the driver, unable to interject. In truth, he wasn’t good at communicating with others. Sometimes, he was even less adept than this straightforward Little Yan Wang, who spoke her mind without hesitation.

At this point, the driver added, “So, everyone’s work has meaning, and no one is dispensable. Do you understand now, little one?”

Little Qi Wu nodded, “Qi Wu understands.”

She quietly committed these words to heart.

After getting out of the car, Su Wen carried Little Qi Wu as they walked back home, with the cameraman following behind to film. Although they always tried to avoid recognizable landmarks whenever they returned, some sharp-eyed viewers began to notice clues.

[Why does this place look so familiar? It reminds me of the park I used to visit as a child.]

[Everyone, stop the comments for a moment! Let the person above continue!]

[The park! I remember when Little Qi Wu and Su Wen first went viral, that young lady met them at the entrance of an abandoned park!]

[Oh my god, now that you mention it, I remember! There used to be a temple at North Dao Park. I went there with my grandma to offer incense when I was little, but I can’t remember what kind of temple it was.]

[The park has been abandoned for so long. Are people really still living there?]

[Let’s not dig up their address. It could affect their normal lives.]

[But this is the Temple of the King of Hell. Having people offer incense and keep the incense burning would be better for it.]

[I’m afraid some people aren’t interested in offering incense but rather in prying into others’ lives.]

The production team now understood the special nature of Su Wen and Qi Wu’s identities.

However, they were also somewhat worried that too many visitors might cause inconvenience. So, after the address was revealed to the audience, Li Ke called Su Wen.

After hearing the explanation, Su Wen showed little reaction, simply responding with a calm “Hmm.”

Li Ke said, “If this affects you in any way, just let us know, and our team will take measures to handle it.”

Su Wen replied, “It won’t.”

As expected of a man with extraordinary abilities—his words were always steady and composed!

Li Ke breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Since the live stream isn’t over yet, do you have any thoughts on this matter that you’d like to share with the audience?”

Any thoughts? Su Wen had none. He welcomed the idea of the Temple of the King of Hell gaining more incense offerings. In fact, he hoped it would become so popular that it would be known across the entire nation.

But if anyone with ill intentions dared to disturb the King of Hell’s domain… they’d need the luck to survive such audacity.

 He suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the camera.

Wang Yang, who had been following closely and cautiously, afraid of seeing something he shouldn’t, was startled by the sudden turn.

“Mr. Su, Mr. Su…”

Had something appeared beside him again?

He was so frightened that his body stiffened.

[Why is the camera shaking all of a sudden? What’s happening?]

[The cameraman’s voice is trembling. What did he encounter?!]

Su Wen gently furrowed his brows: “Why are you shaking?”

“N-nothing,” Wang Yang asked cautiously, “Is there something Mr. Su wants to do?”

“I have a few words,” Su Wen said, looking at the camera, “to say to everyone.”

Wang Yang breathed a sigh of relief and muttered softly, “That’s good. I thought you saw something again…”

Realizing this was a live broadcast, he quickly stopped himself.

[What? Saw something again?]

[People who speak halfway deserve instant noodles without seasoning packets.]

[Let me add, “I thought you saw a ghost again.”]

[…Things are starting to get weird, huh.]

[Stop arguing, my husband is about to speak!]

Su Wen gently pressed Little Qi Wu’s drowsy little head and said to the camera, “If anyone wants to come to the Temple of the King of Hell to offer incense, both Qi Wu and I welcome you.”

“However, the Temple of the King of Hell only welcomes those with sincere hearts,” he lifted his eyelids, “Those without sincerity will bring trouble upon themselves.”

Hearing this, Little Qi Wu drowsily opened her eyes: “Dad, is someone coming to offer incense?”

After speaking, Su Wen didn’t look at the camera anymore but turned and continued walking with her in his arms: “Perhaps.”

Little Qi Wu hugged him tightly and said softly, “That’s great.”

[Su Wen’s look scared me.]

[Why so harsh? Is that how you treat worshippers?]

[He’s just being honest, laying it out upfront. There’s nothing wrong with that. Those who disrespect the gods and ghosts have ill intentions.]

[I just want to give Little Qi Wu some milk money, but those without good intentions shouldn’t disturb their normal lives!]

The live broadcast ended shortly after reaching the mountaintop. Little Qi Wu sat on the bed, still half-asleep: “Dad, aren’t we still going to meet the elders?”

“Yes, we’re going now,” Su Wen changed back into his Dharma robe from the Underworld, “Lord, please change back into your Dharma robe, okay?”

“Huh?” Little Qi Wu was puzzled, “Are we going back to the Underworld?”

“Yes.”

At this, Little Qi Wu perked up. She immediately got up, not only changing back into her Dharma robe but also running out to grab some incense and candles to put into her little backpack. However, the backpack couldn’t fit everything.

Inside were also the snacks she had brought for Judge Dad.

She hesitated and discussed with Judge Dad: “Dad, I originally brought these for you, but since we’re going back to the Underworld, I want to bring some for Meng Po and the City God too. So, can you eat a little less?”

Su Wen didn’t eat snacks, but seeing the things in the little backpack, he couldn’t help but think: It’s me who’s taking care of the Little King of Hell in the Human Realm, why should I give anything to those two ghosts.

Though he thought so, he couldn’t really refuse the King of Hell.

So he said with a cold face: “Fine.”

Little Qi Wu hugged him: “I’ll bring more for you next time.”

Su Wen corrected her: “Lord, when we return to the Underworld, you must refer to yourself as ‘Ben Wang’ (This King).”

“Okay, Ben Wang will bring more for you!”

The atmosphere in the Underworld was quite tense, mainly because the Emperor’s temper was really not good.

Although Su Wen had a bad temper, he was still an old companion after all. No matter how difficult he was, everyone knew that he wasn’t inherently bad—he just struggled with communication, had a somewhat cold demeanor, and was prone to anger due to the influence of evil aura.

Compared to the person in front of them, Su Wen’s temper was actually quite mild.

The Emperor had already surveyed the entire Underworld, and the more he looked, the harsher his curses became. However, his anger was directed at the troublemaking evil spirits within the Netherworld Gate. If it weren’t for those evil spirits, the Underworld wouldn’t have ended up in such a state.

He also cursed the scattered and scarce Karma, venting his frustration on anything he could find.

Especially when he heard that the new King of Hell was only three years old.

“Three years old? Are you joking?”

Jin Wen: “Your Majesty, it’s true. When Lord Yama was born, he was just an infant.”

The Beiyin Emperor, unable to catch his breath, angrily sat back down on the throne of the King of Hell.

She was a God who had gained consciousness at the dawn of creation, tasked with suppressing hundreds of thousands of evil spirits. But as the number of ghosts increased, especially during times of war, she had no choice but to personally select the Ten Halls. These Ten Halls were individuals from the early days of the Human Realm, renowned and revered by countless people, who, after death, were transformed into Gods due to their immeasurable merit.

Naturally, none of them were as young as three years old.

The Beiyin Emperor asked in disbelief, “In all these years, hasn’t there been a single Ghost or God worthy of being transformed into the King of Hell?”

Jin Wen sighed, “After the Ten Halls passed away, the Human Realm and the Underworld lost their intermediary. Moreover, the Faith Merit from the Human Realm has become increasingly scarce, making it insufficient to transform anyone into a God.”

What she didn’t mention was that more and more ghosts arriving in the Underworld were complaining about its backwardness.

They talked about things like “the people being the masters,” “prosperity, democracy, freedom, and equality,” leaving the Ghosts and Gods utterly bewildered. As a result, the Underworld often found itself powerless.

In ancient times, when there was no hope to cling to, people could only place their faith and aspirations in the heavens and earth, or in a single individual.

But now, that was no longer the case.

Rather than saying that the new King of Hell had descended, it was more accurate to say that the new King of Hell had become the hope of all the Ghosts and Gods in the Underworld. This was because Qi Wu herself had no Karma, but she carried the connection between the Ten Kings of Hell and the Human Realm, along with the Spiritual Energy that could calm all the ghosts in the Underworld.

This was the Underworld’s only way forward.

The Beiyin Emperor calmed down a bit, “Then what about the Karma I sensed during the Netherworld Gate incident?”

Because there was no Karma, she had no choice but to guard the Underworld in its place. But when she sensed the Karma that day, she finally had the strength to step away.

Kong Lin pondered for a moment, “This is something the Ghosts and Gods are currently trying to figure out.”

“The Karma that Lord Yama is gaining now seems to be different from how the Ten Halls obtained it in the past.”

The Ten Halls of the past were symbols of hope and aspiration, sacred and awe-inspiring beings, and thus they were revered.

But the Little King of Hell is not the hope or aspiration of the Human Realm, yet she has achieved the same effect.

“Idiots,” the Beiyin Emperor cursed.

“…”

Your Majesty, where on earth did you learn that word?!

“No wonder the ghosts say you’re backward. The Human Realm is evolving, and their spiritual needs are certainly different now,” the Beiyin Emperor said disdainfully. “With different needs, the Faith they receive naturally changes. It must be that little brat who’s fulfilling the Human Realm’s spiritual needs.”

Little brat…

The Beiyin Emperor once again stepped onto the chair, exuding an air of carefree arrogance. “Where’s Su Wen? When is he bringing that little brat over? I want to see what kind of creature the heavens and earth have spawned.”

Jin Wen couldn’t help but interject, “Lord Emperor, the King of Hell is still at an age where she’s learning. Perhaps you might consider changing the way you speak to her later?”

The Beiyin Emperor shot her a glare. “Are you disgusted by me?””

Jin Wen replied, “That’s not what I meant.”

The Beiyin Emperor snorted.

At that moment, a clear, childish voice rang out. “Grandma Meng Po! City God! Ben Wang is back!”

Hearing this voice, the Beiyin Emperor raised an eyebrow slightly. She looked up and saw a small figure running into the Hall of the King of Hell, with Su Wen following behind. The little figure swayed unsteadily, as if she couldn’t walk properly.

Is this that little brat?

Her voice is quite pleasant, far from those evil spirits.

She became somewhat interested and stared at the little cub.

As the small figure became clearer, she saw that the child was wearing a small Dharma robe, her hat’s tassels swinging back and forth as she ran. Her little face was flushed, and she was carrying a rabbit with long ears. What kind of strange preference is this?

Little Qi Wu happily ran into her hall, but as soon as she entered, she noticed something was off. Someone—or something—was sitting on her usual chair.

She abruptly stopped in her tracks and stood still, looking curiously at the being sitting there.

It didn’t seem like a ghost; it had a Divine Seal, so it must be a Ghost and God. But why does it have such a heavy Evil Aura?

She had never seen this before.

Grandma Meng Po and the City God stood beside this Ghost and God, but they didn’t come forward. Instead, they bowed from a distance. “Lord Yama.”

Little Qi Wu nodded, but her gaze remained fixed on the Ghost and God in the middle. This Ghost and God was dressed… a bit shabbily.

The Beiyin Emperor looked at her. “Are you that little brat?”

Little Qi Wu, puzzled, asked in her childish voice, “What’s a little brat?”

The Beiyin Emperor: “…”

She took a deep breath. “Are you the new King of Hell?”

“Ben Wang is,” Little Qi Wu replied. “And who are you?”

Su Wen walked up to her and whispered, “Lord, this is the Beiyin Fengdu Emperor, the elder I told you about. You should address her as Emperor and bow to her.”

Bow?

This was the first time she had to bow to another Ghost and God! This must be a very powerful Ghost and God!

Little Qi Wu had never bowed before. She clumsily imitated the way other Ghosts and Gods had bowed to her and was about to kneel down.

At this moment, the Beiyin Emperor grew impatient: “Enough, why are you making things difficult for a little kid? Come here, let me have a look.”

Su Wen reminded Little Qi Wu by her side: “You should go over now.”

Little Qi Wu hesitated for a moment, but since the Ghosts and Gods she trusted were all here, she decided to walk over. Only when she got closer could she clearly see the appearance of this Emperor.

She was a bit dark, but her eyes were beautiful.

Little Qi Wu looked into her eyes: “This King has come, Emperor, take a look.”

The Beiyin Emperor was amused by her self-proclaimed title.

Jin Wen and Kong Lin watched with bated breath. With her current temper, why wasn’t she angry?

They were afraid that the Emperor might get upset and directly send the Little King of Hell back for a redo.

Indeed, the Beiyin Emperor was not angry. She didn’t find anything to be angry about, perhaps because the little kid in front of her was more beautiful than anyone she had ever seen.

She didn’t mind at all as she reached out and pinched the Little King of Hell’s cheek: “Apart from being good-looking, what’s so special about you?”

“Oh, your face is quite tender, much better than those evil spirits.”

As she stopped her action, a black mark appeared on Little Qi Wu’s fair and tender face.

The Beiyin Emperor paused, then nonchalantly withdrew her hand, but before she could put it down, the little kid grabbed it again.

Little Qi Wu’s delicate brows furrowed as she held her hand: “Has the Emperor also been bullied by evil spirits?”

The Beiyin Emperor was momentarily taken aback: “What?”

Then she found it amusing: “Those scum, could they possibly bully me?”

Little Qi Wu didn’t quite understand what “scum” meant, but she could see the evil aura, which Judge Dad used to have a lot of, and it always made him unhappy.

This Emperor in front of her was a Ghost and God, and she seemed to be respected by everyone, so she must be a good person.

So Little Qi Wu held her hand and asked worriedly: “But the Emperor has a lot of evil aura, does having too much evil aura make you unhappy?”

The Beiyin Emperor was silent for a moment, feeling uncomfortable and wanting to shake off her hand: “I wouldn’t be unhappy.”

Jin Wen and Kong Lin: …Who was it that just walked around the Underworld and wished to return to the Netherworld Gate for another three hundred rounds of battle?

We can’t say, and we dare not say.

Seeing that the Emperor wanted to shake her off, Little Qi Wu had to let go: “Alright.”

“If the Emperor is unhappy, you can come to me. Grandma Meng Po said I can make everyone happy.”

The dirty mark on the little kid’s face was really quite noticeable, and the Beiyin Emperor felt a bit guilty: “Got it, got it, enough already.”

Originally, meeting the Little King of Hell was to discuss the future plans for the Underworld, but now it seemed like nothing was useful.

Thinking of this, and then thinking about the current state of the Underworld, the Beiyin Emperor became very irritable.

She looked down at Su Wen, her tone changing again: “What have you been doing with her in the Human Realm these past few days?”

Su Wen slightly raised his eyes: “The young master needs to learn a lot of knowledge about the current Human Realm, so I sent her to kindergarten.”

What is kindergarten? A school?

The Beiyin Emperor had only been to the Human Realm a few times a long, long time ago, when the war had just ended and the land was in ruins, or during the peaceful times of a certain dynasty.

She had seen too many changes in the world, yet she still yearned for the Human Realm, because it wasn’t like Mount Luofeng, which was always dark and full of malice.

A thousand years later, the Human Realm had more things she didn’t know about.

She asked: “Is that so? What did you learn?”

Su Wen didn’t know the answer to this: “You’ll have to ask the Lord about that.”

Little Qi Wu immediately chimed in, “Ben Wang has learned singing, dancing, and even sliding down the slide!”

Beiyin Emperor: “??”

The others: “…”

Little Qi Wu jumped down from her chair and stood in front of everyone. “The teacher said that when someone is singing, we shouldn’t zone out. We should listen carefully—it’s polite.”

She looked at the great Ghosts and Gods with anticipation. “Ben Wang has learned these things and wants to teach them to the ghosts in the Underworld, so they can also learn to be polite.”

Hearing this, the Ghosts and Gods roughly understood what she meant. The teacher was teaching the children basic etiquette, and as for singing and dancing, those were just recreational activities.

But except for the Beiyin Emperor, none of the other Ghosts and Gods dared to speak.

The Beiyin Emperor had no interest in watching a child sing and dance. She was about to refuse, but the words stuck in her throat when she saw the little cub’s expectant eyes.

Fine, what more could she ask for?

“Go ahead, sing,” she said, leaning back in her chair. “Let’s see what kind of magic you can conjure with your voice.”

Little Qi Wu got serious. Since there was no music here, she started clapping her hands to keep the beat, then began singing in her childish voice: “Bridge of Helplessness, Bridge of Helplessness, walk and walk, it won’t sway. Brave ghosts aren’t afraid, happily crossing the bridge.”

The Ghosts and Gods: “…”

They silently turned their gazes to Su Wen: *Is this what she’s been learning?*

Su Wen: “…”

He walked up to Qi Wu and bent down slightly. “Lord, is this really what the teacher taught you?”

If so, he was definitely going to file a complaint.

“No,” Little Qi Wu shook her head. “But Ben Wang wants to teach the ghosts to sing, so I can’t sing human songs.”

The Beiyin Emperor found this amusing. “Did you make this up yourself?”

“Yes, yes!”

The Beiyin Emperor laughed and clapped her hands. “Not bad, not bad at all. Keep singing like that.”

She waved her hand. “Come here, sing it a few more times for me. I’m enjoying it.”

Though she didn’t recognize the tune, it somehow eased her headache. Affected by the Evil Aura, her head had been hurting for years.

Little Qi Wu’s singing wasn’t half bad. Was this the power of being born from the heavens and earth? Not bad at all.

The Emperor said she sang well! Delighted, Little Qi Wu ran over and sang a few more times. The Beiyin Emperor leaned back and closed her eyes slightly.

The three Ghosts and Gods exchanged glances but remained silent, watching as the Little King of Hell sang the Emperor to sleep.

Little Qi Wu noticed this too. She stopped singing and quietly walked up to the three great Ghosts and Gods. “The Emperor has fallen asleep. She seems so tired and overworked. Let’s not disturb her. Let’s go.”

After a moment’s thought, she opened her little backpack, took out a piece of candy, and placed it by the Emperor’s hand.

The Ghosts and Gods followed the Little King of Hell out in silence. Once outside, Little Qi Wu eagerly took out the snacks she had saved and shared them with everyone. “These were given to the kids by the kindergarten teacher. Even though you all eat Incense Offerings, Ben Wang wants you to have some too.”

Besides the snacks, she also managed to pull out some Ghost Money. “Ben Wang could only fit this much in here. The rest, Ben Wang will burn for you later.”

The three great Ghosts and Gods watched as the Little King of Hell rummaged through her backpack. It was heartwarming.

“Thank you, Lord.”

“You’re welcome,” Little Qi Wu looked up. “You’ve all worked hard too.”

“Ben Wang has already learned some things and has grown up a little bit.”

After finishing her words, she added, “Now, shall we go teach the ghosts to sing?”

She felt a bit busy now, but still very happy: “Later, Ben Wang (This King) needs to sleep early because I have to go to school tomorrow.”

Kong Lin: “Lord, ghosts don’t need to—”

Before he could finish, Su Wen interrupted: “Alright.”

Kong Lin and Jin Wen both looked at Su Wen in surprise: Are you serious?

Yet Su Wen appeared very calm. He lifted Qi Wu onto Di Ting’s back and asked, “Why not?”

Kong Lin lowered his voice: “But that’s just a children’s song for fun.”

Su Wen: “But doesn’t the Emperor like to listen to it?”

Kong Lin and Jin Wen were both stumped. Indeed, the Emperor likes to listen.

Initially, they were shocked by the lyrics and didn’t pay attention, but after Little Yan Wang finished singing, everyone indeed felt very comfortable.

Moreover, the thousand-year-old evil aura on the Emperor couldn’t just disappear so easily, yet now he had fallen asleep listening to it?

What about the countless evil spirits in the Underworld who haven’t had a good night’s sleep for who knows how many nights?

Kong Lin and Jin Wen didn’t stop them anymore. Little Qi Wu rode Di Ting to the Bridge of Helplessness, where there were still many ghosts, both on and under the bridge, with Ghost Messengers maintaining the order of reincarnation for some ghosts.

Many ghosts liked to stay here, hoping to see other ghosts reincarnate, giving them some hope for when it would be their turn.

When Little Qi Wu appeared riding Di Ting, the ghosts all craned their necks, and some even took out their eyeballs to wipe them before putting them back in.

“It’s that Little Yan Wang.”

“Didn’t she go to the Human Realm? Why is she back?”

At that moment, the Judge shouted, “Silence.”

All the murmurs stopped. Little Qi Wu tilted her head and looked at everyone. It seemed better than the first time she saw them.

She said, “Hello everyone, Ben Wang has returned from the Human Realm.”

No ghost dared to speak, of course, they also didn’t know what to say.

Little Qi Wu then said seriously, “Ben Wang has been learning in the Human Realm how to make everyone better. Don’t worry.”

Some ghosts wanted to laugh. What could a three-year-old child do? But hearing Little Yan Wang say this, even if they didn’t know what the future held, it at least gave them some comfort.

No one expected Little Yan Wang to say this, nor did they expect this to be her purpose in going to the Human Realm.

Little Qi Wu then asked, “Today, shall Ben Wang teach you all to sing?”

All the ghosts: “…”

What the hell? Who’s playing around here?

With so many ghosts here, you want us to play along?

The crowd of ghosts began to stir. Suddenly, a small voice said, “We sit here day after day, with no hope and nothing to do. Actually, listening to Little Yan Wang sing might be nice.”

“This has never happened before.”

“Just to pass the time, what more could we ask for?”

Thinking about it, it seemed true. They had wanted to watch Little Yan Wang’s variety show in the Human Realm before. Since they couldn’t see it, why not listen to her sing?

So one ghost shouted, “Alright!”

Gradually, other ghosts joined in. Those who were unwilling, seeing the major Ghosts and Gods present, didn’t dare to speak and just kept quiet.

Little Qi Wu was a bit nervous, afraid she wouldn’t teach well. She took a few deep breaths, patted her chest with her small hands, and said, “Everyone, follow me and clap your hands.”

After saying this, she slowly started clapping and began to sing.

Originally, the ghosts were just casually listening, but they never expected the voice of the King of Hell to be like this.

Everyone stared blankly at the Little King of Hell on the Bridge of Helplessness, as she sang over and over: “Brave ghosts, don’t be afraid, cross the bridge happily.”

To ensure all ghosts could hear, Little Qi Wu used the Mystic Seal of the King of Hell while singing. Her unique voice resonated throughout the Underworld, much like the Karma from before, permeating the souls of every ghost, bringing an incredible, soothing power to their hearts.

The ghostly souls standing on the Bridge of Helplessness, who had already drunk the Soup of Oblivion and forgotten their past lives, ready for reincarnation, stared dumbly at the Little King of Hell on the bridge. Their hollow eyes seemed to gain a bit of warmth.

In the Underworld, which had been in decline for a millennium, filled with restlessness and Evil Aura, it was the first time that many ghostly souls gathered together, clapping in unison, earnestly listening to the Little King of Hell sing.

Not far away, the Beiyin Emperor, who had long since awakened, silently watched this scene.

She pressed her temples and looked at the candy in her hand, chuckling: “This little cub.”

Since Little Qi Wu was in a hurry to sleep, she couldn’t stay in the Underworld for long. She packed her little backpack and prepared to return to the Human Realm.

As she left, many ghosts watched from afar, feeling a bit reluctant.

“If the Little King of Hell leaves, will I have to face those cold winds again?”

“Why not get a tape recorder?”

“I really want to return to the Human Realm now, to watch the Little King of Hell’s variety show.”

“Ahhh, when will the Underworld finally get internet access!”

Little Qi Wu was also discussing this matter with a few Ghosts and Gods. She asked innocently: “When people are bored, they can watch me, watch shows, and use this to relax themselves.”

“Can we in the Underworld also watch?”

Jin Wen and Kong Lin didn’t quite understand, but Su Wen knew. The Human Realm had too many entertainment activities; it was a way for people to relieve stress, so he explained it to the other two.

Jin Wen was surprised: “But the Underworld doesn’t have these things.”

Little Qi Wu was a bit troubled: “Then how did those things in the Human Realm come about?”

A voice chimed in: “Naturally, they were made by people.”

The other Ghosts and Gods immediately bowed their heads: “Emperor.”

The Beiyin Emperor walked over, looked at the little cub’s face that hadn’t been fully washed, and with a mischievous intent, touched the other side of her face. She glanced up and scolded the Ghosts and Gods: “Your brains are really stuck. How did I end up choosing you idiots back then?”

“…”

“What does ‘idiot’ mean?” Little Qi Wu looked up. “Is it calling the Ghosts and Gods?”

Now it was the Beiyin Emperor’s turn to be at a loss for words. She gritted her teeth: “Nothing.”

Then she changed the subject: “If people can make things, why can’t ghosts? Aren’t ghosts just people after they die?”

Su Wen also nodded: “Now, Lord is the medium between the Human Realm and the Underworld.”

Jin Wen and Kong Lin realized, it seemed so!

In the past, without the Ten Kings of Hell, many things from the Human Realm, including sacrificial offerings, couldn’t reach the Underworld. Now that the Little King of Hell has come, naturally, they can.

What the Human Realm has, the Underworld can gradually have too.

Wasn’t Su Wen taking the Little King of Hell to the Human Realm to do just that!

The Beiyin Emperor glanced at Su Wen, finally finding him a bit more agreeable, and reluctantly said: “I see you two can’t accomplish much there, so why not take me along? I’m much more steady than you.”

“……”

Steady?

Several Ghosts and Gods remained silent, only Little Qi Wu seriously pondered for a moment before shaking her head and saying, “But the Emperor’s Evil Aura is too strong, it’s not appropriate.”

The Beiyin Emperor grew anxious and pointed at Su Wen, “But he also guards the Netherworld Gate, doesn’t he? His Evil Aura…”

“The evil aura is indeed heavy!”

Su Wen calmly replied, “This subordinate is not as daring as the Emperor to venture into perilous situations, so naturally, my evil aura is not as heavy as yours. Lord Yama can help suppress some of it for me.”

The Beiyin Emperor, no longer concerned about formalities, was genuinely curious about the Human Realm. She looked at Little Qi Wu and said, “Then you suppress it for me too!”

Little Qi Wu readily agreed, trying to stand on tiptoe but then giving up. “Your Majesty needs to bend down; I’m not tall enough.”

The Beiyin Emperor immediately crouched down, and the little one embraced her without hesitation.

She was stunned—so soft, so fragrant, and she felt an urge to squeeze her. Holding her was so comfortable.

How fortunate Su Wen is!

Before the Beiyin Emperor could get enough of the hug, Little Qi Wu let go and said with some difficulty, “I have to go back today, or I’ll be late for class tomorrow.”

The Beiyin Emperor: “No more hugs?”

Her evil aura was indeed heavy, and even after the hug, only some of it dissipated, but her face became clearer.

It was an exceptionally cold and stunningly beautiful face, but her eyes were particularly bright, which softened her coldness.

This also made the ghosts and gods feel a sense of familiarity from the past.

Little Qi Wu: “I’ll come back again, and we can hug more. I’ll also burn paper offerings for Your Majesty.”

The Beiyin Emperor initially wanted to refuse, but recalling the scent, she felt a bit tempted.

Jin Wen reminded her, “Your Majesty, Lord Yama really has to leave.”

If she has to go, then let her go. It’s not like I don’t want her to leave. The Beiyin Emperor finally reached out, took off the little one’s hat, and ruffled her hair vigorously. “Go, I’ll send you off! Remember to come back soon! Otherwise, I’ll eat you!”

“Okay, I’ll bring candy for Your Majesty when I come back!”

“This Emperor doesn’t eat such things.”

“But I can smell the candy in Your Majesty’s mouth!”

“Nonsense!”

The ghosts and gods followed behind. Kong Lin sighed, “Your Majesty, how did it come to this?”

Su Wen couldn’t help but think of his days at the Netherworld Gate. Looking at the figure ahead, he said, “The Netherworld Gate is filled with evil spirits and heavy evil aura. After a thousand years inside, it’s the best outcome that Your Majesty still retains her principles and hasn’t been corrupted.”

Recalling the first time he saw the Beiyin Emperor, her cold and aloof demeanor that looked down on everything, and now seeing her sometimes unconsciously restrain herself in front of Little Yan Wang, Su Wen remained silent. “Your Majesty is still Your Majesty. She will get better in the future.”

Jin Wen: “Your Majesty is not someone you should discuss.”

“Su Wen, after we return, figure out how to bring that thing Lord Yama mentioned to the Underworld.”