Chapter 19

The Ghost Messengers had worked hard all night yesterday to compile a list of the various talents currently needed in The Underworld. However, since there had been no precedent for recruiting ghosts in The Underworld before, there were no accommodations available for working ghosts. Therefore, they had only identified a few of the most critical positions, squeezing them in with the Ghost Messengers, primarily coordinating with the Human Realm to get The Underworld’s infrastructure up and running.

The ghosts lounging by the River of Oblivion all wore complex expressions upon hearing this news: “What’s this? Recruitment? Is the Netherworld starting to engage in scams now? Public officials not doing their jobs properly?”

A Ghost Messenger handing out flyers turned around: “Nonsense! We have the official approval of the Judge’s Office.”

One ghost muttered, “We can’t even get food and shelter, and now you’re talking about recruitment? Are we supposed to work for free?”

“Let me see what’s written here. It’s not recruiting security guards to manage ghosts, is it?”

“Recruiting Power Grid Infrastructure Managers. Requirements: Possess certain professional knowledge, prior work experience in the Human Realm preferred (if not, The Underworld will arrange for unified training). Meals and accommodation provided. Working hours: 9 to 5. Monthly salary: Negotiable.”

Except for the more recent ghosts, the others couldn’t understand what was being said.

Some older ghosts asked, “What is a Power Grid Infrastructure Manager? What does ‘9 to 5’ mean?”

“It’s a professional role in modern infrastructure,” one ghost explained. “If we have electricity and the internet, The Underworld will be brightly lit, and there will be many forms of entertainment. Life will become much more convenient. For example, if you’re on this side of the River of Oblivion and I’m on the other side, we couldn’t hear each other before, but with these, we can chat anytime.”

“Is it really that magical?”

“Of course…” The modern ghosts suddenly realized something and asked the Ghost Messenger in shock, “Is The Underworld really going to get electricity and the internet?!”

“Yes,” the Ghost Messenger replied happily. “Lord Yama and the Judge have already communicated with the Human Realm about it!”

At this, the crowd of ghosts became restless. While getting electricity and the internet was one thing, the most important aspect was the provision of meals and accommodation.

“Wow, we’re really going to get electricity and the internet?”

“What’s this about meals and accommodation? I’m already struggling to find space under a bridge, and now you’re offering meals and accommodation?”

“Before I died, I asked my family to burn a mansion for me, but I never received it. Where are we supposed to live? Can you solve this first?”

The Ghost Messenger sighed, “We’ve explained this many times. Immovable properties like houses can’t be burned and sent to the Netherworld. You ghosts reside based on your remains.”

In the past, it was manageable. Even the poorest families would have a burial mound, and these mounds were distributed across the vast expanse of The Underworld. Wealthier individuals could build themselves a tomb, which was essentially a mansion. The wealthiest didn’t even need to be mentioned.

Most ghosts who came to The Underworld could reincarnate quickly if they hadn’t committed any major wrongdoings, so the number of ghosts lingering in The Underworld was small.

But ever since the great chaos in The Underworld a thousand years ago, everything outside the Royal City in the center had been destroyed, and even the Royal City was left in ruins, a scene of utter desolation.

Moreover, the ghosts of today are placed in small boxes after death, so there’s simply no place to live.

Before Lord Yama was born, these places couldn’t withstand the increasingly cold and piercing Netherwind.

Even the Ghost Messengers sometimes huddle in a corner.

However…

The Ghost Messenger cleared his throat: “Everyone, please remain calm. Lord Yama is already in communication with the Human Realm. New buildings will be constructed outside our Royal City to ensure that every ghost who hasn’t reincarnated yet will have a place to live!”

“Before that, does anyone want to apply for a job?”

An old ghost sighed: “We old ghosts have no hope; we’ve never even heard of such things.”

But other younger ghosts said: “We were already overworked slaves when we were alive. Now we have to be slaves after death? No way!”

“Yeah, work is so hard! Who wants to work?”

At this moment, Jin Wen walked over, signaling everyone to calm down. Jin Wen might be the most good-natured Ghost and God in the entire Underworld, and she is also beautiful. Most ghosts become much more obedient when they see her.

Jin Wen said: “You all make a valid point. This shouldn’t be your responsibility; it’s our mistake in the Underworld.”

She spoke softly: “But a thousand years ago, the Underworld went through a catastrophe. Over the past millennium, it has gradually declined. We Ghosts and Gods have been working hard, hoping that every ghost can smoothly reincarnate. It wasn’t until now, when Lord Yama and the Judge went to the Human Realm, that we started to find solutions.”

“Actually, the Underworld should have focused on solving the issue of reincarnation delays first; that is our primary duty.” She paused, her expression softening a bit. “But Lord Yama hopes that you can live a bit better during this period while we Ghosts and Gods are working hard.”

“Lord Yama is still young. She doesn’t know much, but she is trying her best to bring all good things to everyone.”

She continued, “Lord Yama hopes that when you are suffering from the Netherwind or feeling hopeless and frustrated by the endless wait for reincarnation, you can have some space to ease your pain.”

“In her words, when you were alive, you could catch a break during your free time through electricity and the internet. So she hopes that in the Underworld, you can have the same. This is the original intention behind our power grid construction.”

“Of course, in the future, we will make even more use of the convenience of the power grid, combined with the development of the Human Realm, to bring you more benefits.”

After Jin Wen finished speaking, she looked at the sea of ghosts and sighed softly: “But the Underworld has been lagging behind for too long. It’s only now, with Lord Yama, that things are improving. We can’t achieve this quickly, which is why we hope to leverage everyone’s strength.”

She said sincerely: “We will do our best to give you all the good things, Incense Offerings, and we won’t make it too hard for you.”

“We also hope that talented ghosts can lend a hand to our Underworld. We would be immensely grateful.”

After she finished, she stood in place very seriously and bowed deeply to all the ghosts.

The air was quiet.

After a while, voices slowly emerged: “But we just lie around here doing nothing all day. It might be better if we had something to do. It’s a pity; when I was alive, I was just a motorcycle rider. When will the Underworld give a ghost like me a job? I miss riding so much.”

“That’s true. I’m so idle that I’m getting depressed. Do you need volunteers? I don’t need anything; I just want something to do.”

Those who said they didn’t want to work were mostly ghosts who had just died.

However, for those ghosts who have been in the Underworld for many years, sitting here aimlessly day after day, having something to do now is truly a godsend. At least, it won’t feel like an eternity anymore.

At this moment, a ghost stepped forward: “I’ll go.”

This ghost was dressed in a simple, faded old T-shirt, with neat short hair. He looked somewhat lean and had slightly dark skin. After he stepped forward, all the ghosts turned their eyes to him in unison.

“I used to work in this field when I was alive,” the ghost adjusted his glasses, looking at the Netherwind swirling around and the dark expanse of the Underworld in the distance. He said, “The places our team went to were just like the Underworld—no electricity, no internet, and you had to walk a long way to get a phone signal. At night, there were only flickering candlelights.”

He chuckled softly, “I’ve been dead for many years, but I’ve never forgotten the expressions of happiness on people’s faces when those villages finally got electricity. I like doing meaningful work.”

“Lady Meng Po, I’m here to apply,” the man said firmly. “My name is Wang Dingzhong.”

“I’ve led teams to many places. Although I’ve been dead for many years and my skills might be a bit outdated, I think I can manage with some training.”

After he finished speaking, many ghosts remained silent until a frail, trembling voice slowly spoke up: “Team Leader Wang…”

Wang Dingzhong turned around, searching for the source of the voice. An elderly man with gray hair, leaning on a cane, emerged from the crowd of ghosts: “Are you Team Leader Wang, aren’t you?”

Wang Dingzhong looked at him in confusion: “Who are you?”

The old man choked up, “I’m Yang Meng, Yang Meng. I was in the first team you led to the Tibetan region.”

“Yang Meng?!” Wang Dingzhong’s eyes widened slightly. “You… how did you become like this?”

Finally, he recognized the contours of the face and remembered who he was. Wang Dingzhong recalled this person—he was the youngest and most spirited in his team. When they first went to the countryside, he complained every day about the harsh environment and poor food.

Later, when they completed their first mission, it was Yang Meng who cried the hardest, hugging the locals and crying uncontrollably, much to the amusement of the team.

Wang Dingzhong stared at him in a daze: “Weren’t you assigned to lead a team in the southwestern mountains?”

Yang Meng nodded, “Yes, I retired with honor.”

“Team Leader Wang…” Yang Meng grabbed his hand, his voice trembling. “When I heard the tragic news of your death in the southwest, I couldn’t process it for a long time. You were such a capable person; I thought you were invincible. How… how could you have sacrificed yourself in that snowstorm? You were the invincible team leader…”

Wang Dingzhong smiled, “There’s no such thing as invincibility. I’m just a human.”

Yang Meng said, “Team Leader, now every household has electricity. It’s bright, really bright.”

Wang Dingzhong’s eyes sparkled, “That’s good, that’s good.”

A young ghost whispered to his contemporary, “Is Wang Dingzhong the electromechanical engineer who went to the countryside, the one mentioned in the quality textbooks? The one who sacrificed himself to save others in the snowstorm?”

“I think I remember now. Damn, they’re in the same frame. I’m a bit excited.”

Jin Wen silently watched the scene, smiling, and did not interrupt the reunion of these old friends who had not seen each other for many years.

Yang Meng said, “Team Leader Wang, don’t let my age fool you. I still have some skills and can guide you. I’ll go too, I’ll go too!”

Although he was old, Wang Dingzhong could still see the image of the young man from years ago in this gray-haired person, forever passionate.

Wang Dingzhong asked, “Can your body handle it?”

Yang Meng smiled, “No matter what, I can’t die anymore. I’m already an old ghost. It’s good to be able to walk with the captain.”

“Growing old is good,” Wang Dingzhong looked at his wrinkles, “Growing old is good, it means you’ve lived a peaceful life.”

Yang Meng tilted his head to the side. Although the captain looked forever young, he couldn’t bear to look anymore.

The captain had left his young self forever in the snowy mountains.

Afraid of losing his composure, Yang Meng said to Jin Wen, “Lady Meng Po, my name is Yang Meng, I also want to sign up!”

Jin Wen nodded appropriately, “For elderly ghosts, the Underworld offers more substantial rewards.”

With Wang Dingzhong and Yang Meng leading the way, one after another, people from related professions raised their hands, “We also want to sign up! We’ll go too!”

The Ghost Messengers were overjoyed and quickly said, “Then line up here one by one to register!”

As a group of ghosts went to sign up in a grand procession, those left behind felt an inexplicable emptiness in their hearts.

An old ghost from a past dynasty, dressed in simple clothes, sighed deeply, “People like us, it seems we can’t do anything anymore, we’ve become useless ghosts.”

Jin Wen silently watched this scene, momentarily at a loss for words, finally saying, “Thank you all for your hard work.”

After Jin Wen left, the Beiyin Emperor, dressed in tattered clothes, wandered over again. She walked to the old ghost and sat down with him by the River of Oblivion.

In recent days, it had spread among the ghosts that a particularly fierce Ghost and God had arrived, one who loved to beat ghosts, so everyone was a bit nervous when the Beiyin Emperor appeared.

Unexpectedly, this time she just sat down and asked the old ghost beside her, “Hey, old man, what did you used to do?”

The old ghost instinctively replied, “I worked in a blacksmith shop.”

The Beiyin Emperor nodded, “I’ve seen that, you also make weapons, right?”

The old ghost immediately perked up, “Of course, the sword our General used was made by me, it accompanied him on the battlefield for many years.”

“That impressive, huh?”

“What do you think?” The old ghost then asked curiously, “You’ve seen it? Are you from our dynasty?”

“Me? I can’t even remember which dynasty I’m from anymore,” the Beiyin Emperor shook her head, “It’s been too long.”

As they spoke, she suddenly caught a familiar scent, the little cub had arrived.

The little cub’s tender voice rang in her ears, “Emperor, Qi Wu has burned incense for you, may you be happy today too!”

The Beiyin Emperor scoffed lightly.

The old ghost asked her, “What are you laughing at?”

“At that little cub,” the Beiyin Emperor turned and asked, “Have you met the new King of Hell? What do you think of her?”

The old ghost had seen the new King of Hell only a few times, and didn’t have any special impressions, but he remembered the songs the Little Yan Wang sang.

And what Meng Po said, that the Underworld’s construction initiative was because the Little Yan Wang wanted everyone to be well.

He said, “She’s a good child, with a pure heart, even I, an old man, feel inferior.”

The Beiyin Emperor smiled, “That’s not bad.”

The next day, as soon as the audience entered the live broadcast room, they noticed something was off.

[Why are there new tags in the live broadcast room?]

【So it’s a child entertainment show, but what’s with this extra mysticism tag?】

【Could it be because of that little temple priest?】

【As we all know, to add a mysticism tag, it needs to be approved by the relevant authorities.】

【Guys, I’m starting to tremble.】

【Isn’t this a mysticism live stream? Why is it a child-rearing reality show? What are we supposed to watch?】

【New viewers? Come, come, take a look at these three words: Temple of the King of Hell. Mystical enough for you?】

【…This is the ancestor of mysticism!】

On weekends, the kindergarten is closed, but Little Qi Wu didn’t get to sleep in because early in the morning, the Temple of the King of Hell was crowded with many people.

First, Mengmeng and her parents arrived. They had said they would come to offer incense on the weekend, and they really did. Mengmeng’s mom looked quite tired from the climb and didn’t say much, heading straight in to burn incense.

Mengmeng was especially happy to see Little Qi Wu: “Qi Wu, I want to tell you, I think Grandma misses me every day because there’s so much wind.”

Little Qi Wu sat with her in front of the temple, both leaning against Di Ting, and nodded in agreement: “Then she must miss you very, very much.”

But now Mengmeng’s grandma has gone to The Underworld.

Little Qi Wu thought for a moment and said, “If you want to talk to Grandma in the future, you can come to the Temple of the King of Hell.”

“Why?”

Little Qi Wu: “Because Lord Yama will deliver your message!”

“Wow, is it really that amazing?”

Little Qi Wu used a new term she had just learned: “Of course, that’s what Lord Yama does for a living.”

【Hahaha, if everyone asks Lord Yama to deliver messages, wouldn’t the King of Hell be overwhelmed?】

【Kids always say the most idealistic things.】

【This is the sincerity of a child, although not realistic, it’s comforting to hear.】

【Is this what you call mysticism? Isn’t it just feudal superstition?】

【If you don’t like it, please click the X, thank you.】

As the two chatted, Mengmeng suddenly looked back, appearing very cautious.

Little Qi Wu turned her head in confusion: “What are you looking at?”

“Shh.” Mengmeng put her finger to her lips, “Qi Wu, speak softly, I want to tell you something.”

Little Qi Wu also whispered back: “Okay.”

【Hahaha, here we go, openly whispering.】

Mengmeng took Little Qi Wu’s hand: “Qi Wu, can I ask you for a favor?”

“What is it?”

“Can you hug my mom?”

【? What? What’s going on in the child’s mind, asking someone else to hug her own mom?】

【Can’t Mengmeng hug her herself?】

Little Qi Wu was also puzzled: “Why?”

Mengmeng’s face fell: “Mom is always unhappy, she always argues with Dad. Didn’t you say that after hugging you, one feels better? So can you help me hug my mom?”

“I threw a tantrum today to get Mom to come with me to see you, Qi Wu, can you help me?”

Little Qi Wu nodded without hesitation: “Qi Wu will help you.”

She added: “But, she’s your mom, hugging her would make her happy too.”

Mengmeng shook her head: “Mom doesn’t seem to like me much, she always argues with Dad whenever she comes to pick me up.”

As the two talked, they got so serious that they forgot to keep their voices down.

【…Can the adults come and listen to what the kids are saying, aren’t you ashamed?】

【Wow, I’m really moved by the innocent thoughts of these children.】

【Parents’ emotions can really easily affect their children.】

【The one hiding behind the door, did you hear that?】

Mengmeng’s Mom originally had no interest in offering incense. It was a rare weekend off, and staying home to sleep would have been much better. But she couldn’t resist Mengmeng’s persistent crying, begging her to come along.

Reluctantly, she joined in, offering a symbolic stick of incense before planning to leave. Unexpectedly, she overheard her daughter’s conversation with her little friend from behind the door.

Mom Mengmeng was stunned.

Little Qi Wu and Mengmeng were still unaware, whispering to each other. Little Qi Wu said, “When your mom comes out, I’ll help you give her a hug.”

“Thank you,” Mengmeng replied.

Little Qi Wu held Mengmeng’s small hand and clumsily gestured, “You came out of your mom’s belly. Look how big you are now, and your mom’s belly was so small. It must have been really hard for her.”

Mengmeng nodded, “Yeah! I know!”

Little Qi Wu continued, “So you see, your mom went through so much hardship, but she didn’t abandon you.”

She paused to catch her breath, then added, “Since she didn’t abandon you, she couldn’t possibly dislike you.”

Mengmeng didn’t quite understand this. She felt Qi Wu made sense, but why did her mom always seem unhappy when looking at her?

Mom Mengmeng couldn’t listen any longer. She cleared her throat and stepped out from behind the door. The two whispering children immediately sat up straight, clearly trying to hide their guilt.

Mom Mengmeng looked down, “Mengmeng.”

“Yes!” Mengmeng stood up. She wasn’t the tantrum-throwing bad child anymore and asked cautiously, “Mom, can Qi Wu give you a hug?”

Mom Mengmeng glanced at the other little girl. She had heard of Qi Wu before but was meeting her for the first time. She was prettier and more well-behaved than she had imagined.

Her words, however, were particularly piercing.

No wonder Mengmeng’s Dad had said he was taught a lesson by a child.

She nodded softly, “Sure.”

Little Qi Wu also stood up, opening her arms to the bending Mom Mengmeng, who gently hugged her.

After the hug, both children looked at her expectantly.

Mom Mengmeng’s eyes were slightly moist, “Thank you, Little Qi Wu. Auntie really liked that.”

Little Qi Wu let go, “You’re welcome.”

Mengmeng asked, “Mom, are you still mad at me?”

Mom Mengmeng turned slightly and opened her arms, “Come here, let Mom hug you.”

 Mengmeng immediately threw herself into her mother’s arms. Mengmeng’s Mom gently stroked her daughter’s head, her eyes red as she said, “Mommy isn’t angry anymore. Holding Mengmeng makes Mommy very happy.”

This was the first time Mengmeng’s Mom felt she had failed as a mother.

She was still young, and when she got married, her heart was full of love. She believed having a child was the crystallization of her and her husband’s love, so she was more than willing to have a baby.

After carrying Mengmeng for ten months and giving birth, she realized just how exhausting it was to have a child. Fortunately, it was over, and thankfully, there was still Grandma at home.

During her postpartum recovery, there was the Postpartum Center, and after that, Grandma took care of Mengmeng with all her heart. Mengmeng’s Mom felt her life was no different from before—she worked when she needed to, lived her life as usual, and her relationship with her husband remained the same. She was still herself, and the family was just as happy.

Later, when Grandma passed away, the responsibility of caring for the child fell on the couple. Only then did she understand how challenging it was to raise a child.

There were so many details to pay attention to—taking the child to and from school, managing her daily needs, and even her emotions. She had to teach her daughter, worrying that any misstep might lead her down the wrong path.

And her daughter wasn’t always adorable. She had her dislikes and her little tantrums. At this age, children are curious and hard to predict.

Mengmeng’s Mom felt she didn’t have the patience to care for her child anymore. Her work was exhausting, and when she came home, she couldn’t rest. She had to constantly watch over her daughter, attending to this and that.

Over time, she felt utterly drained and began to argue with her husband. Both were first-time parents, fumbling through everything, and even small matters like picking up their child could spark a fight.

She grew impatient, often making excuses to work overtime at the company rather than go home, always claiming she was too busy.

She felt that after having a child, she was no longer herself.

But today, just now, she realized how wrong she had been.

When Mengmeng was born, she had been overjoyed, seeing her as a gift from heaven. Yet, because of the security Grandma provided, she had never fully taken on the responsibilities of being a mother.

After Grandma passed away, she had completely forgotten the joy she once felt when Mengmeng was born.

When one has a bias about something, they can easily fall into a misconception. She had been wrestling with herself all this time.

But deep down, she still loved her child.

Qi Wu was right. Back then, she had endured so much hardship, gritting her teeth through it all. The pain of childbirth was immense, but when she saw the wrinkled face of Mengmeng, she felt it was all worth it.

How could she not love her? Mengmeng was a piece of her own flesh, the life she and her husband had eagerly awaited.

She had just never gotten used to being a mother, never truly understood her child. It felt like her daughter had grown up in the blink of an eye.

She had missed so much.

And now, her daughter was carefully tending to her emotions, hoping to make her happy. Even when she was late to pick her up so many times, Mengmeng never complained.

Mengmeng’s Mom held her daughter tightly in her arms. “Mommy is sorry.”

Mengmeng didn’t quite understand why her mother was suddenly saying this, but she knew her mom was very sad. So she hugged her back tightly. “Mommy, don’t cry. Mommy hasn’t done anything wrong to Mengmeng.”

Mengmeng’s mom’s tears fell as she said, “Mom loves you so much, Mengmeng. Mom has always loved you.”

At this moment, Mengmeng was too preoccupied with comforting her to feel happy. She hurriedly replied, “Mengmeng loves Mommy too!”

Hearing the commotion, Mengmeng’s dad came out and was bewildered by the scene. He anxiously asked, “What’s going on here? What happened?”

Mengmeng’s mom looked up at him with tearful eyes and said, “Husband, I’ve been such an unfit mother.”

Mengmeng’s dad was stunned for a moment, then sighed. He crouched down, patted her back, and hugged both his wife and child. “I’ve been unfit too,” he admitted.

He then asked, “Mengmeng, Mom and Dad have done many wrong things. Can you forgive us?”

Mengmeng shook her head. “I’ve never blamed Mom and Dad.”

Mengmeng’s mom cried, “This is Mom’s first time being a mother. Mom will learn from now on and make sure Mengmeng knows how much Mom loves you.”

[Ah, although I don’t know what happened, this situation really makes me want to sigh.]

[Many young parents are like this, aren’t they? They just don’t know how to communicate with their children and end up neglecting them.]

[No matter what, whether it’s their first time being parents or not, they need to understand their responsibilities. But it’s good that they realize their mistakes.]

[Sometimes adults need to be taught a lesson by their children.]

[I was shocked when Little Qi Wu said, ‘Mom carried you for ten months and never gave up on you, so she couldn’t possibly not love you.’ Has she been taking classes on how to comfort people?]

[That sentence made me pause for a moment. Sometimes I look at my rebellious child and feel like I could just end it all, but I still remember how much I looked forward to his birth when I was pregnant.]

[Qi Wu, oh my, how can I have a treasure like her?]

[How can I skip having a man and just have a treasure like Qi Wu?]

[How can I have a treasure like Qi Wu with Su Wen?]

[You all should team up and go dream about it. This is getting more and more off-topic.]

[Why don’t you go burn some incense at the Temple of the King of Hell? Lord Yama will bless you, hahaha.]

After Mengmeng’s mom calmed down, she looked up at Little Qi Wu, who was standing quietly with the dog. “Your name is Qi Wu, right?”

“Mm-hmm!”

Mengmeng’s mom said, “Earlier, you taught Mengmeng’s dad a lesson, and today you’ve taught Auntie one too.”

Little Qi Wu tilted her head. “Huh? What lesson? But Qi Wu isn’t a teacher!”

“But you made Mengmeng’s dad reflect on his mistakes,” Mengmeng’s mom explained. “Auntie too. You don’t have to be a teacher to give a lesson. You were right, so that counts as a lesson.”

Little Qi Wu understood now. So this was called giving a lesson.

“Dad taught Qi Wu,” Little Qi Wu said seriously. “So it should be Dad teaching Qi Wu, and then Qi Wu teaching Uncle and Auntie.”

If that’s the case, then in the future, if she says something right, can she also teach others? Little Qi Wu felt like she had learned something new.

“You and your dad are both wonderful,” Mengmeng’s mom said. “Auntie thanks you and will learn more from you in the future.”

Little Qi Wu shyly replied, “Thank you for the praise, Auntie.”

Seeing that it was about time, Mengmeng’s dad said, “Mengmeng, come and bow to Lord Yama and Grandma. Then we’ll head back.”

Mengmeng immediately stood up and ran inside. Qi Wu, holding Di Ting’s neck, also stood up, but she looked at Mengmeng’s mom’s belly with some confusion.

Mengmeng’s mom asked, “What’s wrong?”

Little Qi Wu saw Mengmeng’s mom’s belly glowing, a small cluster of light. She couldn’t help but reach out and touch it: “Auntie’s belly.”

“Belly?”

Little Qi Wu asked, “Did Mengmeng come out from here?”

“Yes.”

How nice. Only she herself had come out of a stone. She didn’t know if stones could glow.

Little Qi Wu nodded and continued to look at her belly: “Then there will be a baby, and it will come out from here too.”

Mengmeng’s mom was stunned.

Mengmeng’s dad, who had come out with Mengmeng and heard this, was also stunned. The couple exchanged glances.

Mengmeng’s dad asked in disbelief, “Little Qi Wu, what did you say?”

Qi Wu, the Dominator of Life and Death, could sense life. Just like now, there was a tiny life inside Mengmeng’s mom’s belly. She looked up and said, “Inside the belly, a little baby.”

Mengmeng’s dad turned to his wife in confusion: “Honey?”

Mengmeng’s mom was also bewildered, but thinking about it, her period had indeed been delayed by a few days. However, it was only a few days, and she thought it was due to stress, so she hadn’t paid much attention.

Could it be…?

Little Qi Wu was the temple keeper of the Temple of the King of Hell. Could she really be this divine?

“My period is indeed late,” Mengmeng’s mom said, still in a daze as she looked down at her belly. “I’ve also been feeling very tired lately.”

[No way? Did she just say it casually?]

[I feel like it might be true.]

“Let’s go to the hospital and check when we get back,” Mengmeng’s dad said immediately. “No matter what, we need to take care of your health.”

Mengmeng’s mom was still a bit slow to react: “Okay.”

The couple exchanged glances again. Mengmeng’s dad cautiously touched her belly: “What if it’s true?”

This time, Mengmeng’s mom finally had a different reaction. She glanced at Mengmeng, who still didn’t know what was going on, then crouched down and touched her: “Then we’ll give Mengmeng a companion.”

“From now on, I will definitely be a good mom.”

Because they were in a hurry to take Mengmeng’s mom for a check-up, Mengmeng’s family only stayed for a short while before leaving. Little Qi Wu sat on the altar, quietly burning incense for the Ghosts and Gods of the Underworld.

[I’m really curious, did Qi Wu really see it?]

[Newcomers, just watch and see how the mysticism tag came about.]

[Mysticism? What mysticism? Didn’t I come here to see Qi Wu? My baby, why are you so sensible and adorable!]

[Mysticism doesn’t matter! Even if Qi Wu is just talking nonsense, I’m going to burn incense for her!]

[Hahaha, the sound of that slap is so loud, I can hear it all the way in the north.]

The comments section was in an uproar. Not long after, they noticed a large group of people arriving at the temple, carrying and shouldering all sorts of things.

Little Qi Wu recognized them—they were from that Secretary Office from yesterday.

“Little Qi Wu is here!” Since this was on the show, the staff from the Processing Office had changed their way of addressing Qi Wu and Su Wen.

Lin Dingqi looked around and asked, “Judge… I mean, where’s your dad?”

“Dad’s inside!”

[Oh, my husband? He’s been sitting there with his phone for half the day, I don’t know what he’s doing.]

【When the camera cut, I saw him watching a video, a cooking one, from a blogger I follow.】

【Yeah, it’s been a few days, and this father-daughter duo hasn’t cooked a single meal at home. Now that they have money, they can’t eat out every day, right?】

【But who are these people? Their attire looks like they’re from some organization? What are they carrying, such large items?】

【Are they Dad’s colleagues? Is Su Wen’s mysterious job about to be unveiled?】

“Not so fast.” After learning that the Judge was inside, Lin Dingqi wasn’t in a hurry to enter, especially since a higher authority was present here!

He glanced back at everyone: “What are you all standing around for? Get to work.”

Little Qi Wu looked bewildered as they set down various large boxes and then uniformly took a stick of incense from one person’s hand.

Lin Dingqi spoke with respect and solemnity: “We’ve come to offer incense to Lord Yama.”

Little Qi Wu blinked and stepped aside: “Okay.”

She turned and walked to the altar, then thought better of it and looked back: “Could you lift me up, please?”

She couldn’t fly here.

Lift Lord Yama!

Lin Dingqi immediately perked up: “Of course, of course!”

He looked around, then vigorously wiped his hands on his clothes several times before solemnly stepping forward and carefully lifting Little Yan Wang: “Is this okay?”

“It’s fine.”

Lin Dingqi didn’t dare to breathe heavily until he had placed Little Yan Wang on the altar. Well, his hands wouldn’t need washing for a while.

Once Little Yan Wang was seated comfortably, Lin Dingqi handed her her milk bottle, ensuring she was settled, then turned to the others: “Bow!”

All the staff knew that real Ghosts and Gods resided here, so they bowed with utmost reverence, performing the Grand Ritual of the Xuanmen Disciples, bowing three times in succession.

Little Qi Wu inhaled the incense, feeling lightheaded, her cheeks flushed.

【Wow, what kind of ceremony is this? It’s so solemn.】

【I’ve never seen such a ritual before. Is this some special ceremony?】

【I know a bit about Mysticism. This seems like the Grand Ritual of the Xuanmen Disciples, not commonly used. These people seem to be into Mysticism?】

【Mysticism? Are we really not switching channels?】

【The leader is so careful with Little Qi Wu, treating her like a treasure.】

【Didn’t you see him wiping his hands before lifting the child? Haha, I even saw him sniff his hand after.】

【Could it be that the Temple of the King of Hell is so effective that even these Mysticism practitioners acknowledge it?】

The comments were rife with speculation as the staff finished their bows, and Su Wen emerged from inside.

He lifted Little Qi Wu from the altar, observing the grand display: “What brings you here?”

Lin Dingqi explained: “We watched the program and noticed that the place you two are staying is a bit… well, modest. So we wanted to check it out.”

Actually, everyone had thought about building a larger, more splendid Temple of the King of Hell, but that would take time and require geomancy, so it couldn’t be done immediately.

So they brought some items first; nothing should be lacking for the King of Hell!

Lin Dingqi added: “We’ve also brought some gifts for you both.”

With that, the staff eagerly began unpacking the items they had carried up.

Computer, television, air conditioner, refrigerator…

All sorts of household appliances were present.

Su Wen: “…”

No wonder so many people were needed.

He looked expressionlessly at Lin Dingqi, who was eagerly awaiting his response. The man no longer had the unease he initially felt upon learning their identities; now, he was as excited as if he had been injected with adrenaline.

Little Qi Wu craned her neck to look and asked curiously, “What are all these things?”

“Some household appliances.”

Lin Dingqi said, “We will teach you how to use them.”

Su Wen calmly declined, “No need, thank you.”

Lin Dingqi persuaded, “Mr. Su, we understand your intentions, but Qi Wu is still growing. She needs good things to support her development.”

As he spoke, his eyes kept glancing at the old and empty temple: “No matter how tough things are, we shouldn’t let the child suffer, right?”

Honestly, it pained him deeply to see the King of Hell living in such a place. Such a small and adorable child—could there really be no rats or cockroaches here?

If the child were to be frightened or harmed, how could he face the consequences when he eventually passed on?

He also understood why the King of Hell kept lamenting about becoming wealthy when he went to handle matters.

Even the places where the ghosts lived felt safer than this.

It was truly pitiful.

Lin Dingqi spoke with utmost sincerity: “Our organization is deeply concerned about the living standards of both of you. This is a unanimous decision. Please do not refuse. We will continue to monitor your situation to ensure that your living conditions improve significantly. Only then can we rest assured and look forward to better developments in the future.”

Hearing this, Su Wen glanced at the chaotic surroundings, slightly raised his eyes, and parted his thin lips: “So, you’re here to offer poverty relief?”