Chapter 29

Little  Qi Wu  asked in confusion, “Who is Sister Bingbing?”

The little ghost seemed a bit anxious, pointing with a finger to the spot where Qin Bing had stood that day: “It’s the sister who was standing right here. She came to bow that day.”

Ah, that spot!

It’s the sister who delivers milk!

Little  Qi Wu  felt a bit puzzled, but that sister was originally unwell, and now she’s better.

She asked, “Why do we need to save her?”

The little ghost stood at a distance, flailing its arms in a panic, while Su Wen slightly raised his gaze: “Di Ting.”

Di Ting wagged its tail and retreated, finally lying down in a corner of the temple, feeling wronged as it said, “I’m not some kind of monster, why are you afraid of me? Humans, oh no, ghosts are really cute little beings!”

Once the big dog left, the little ghost hurriedly ran forward: “Immortal! Sister is at home, I can’t wake her up!”

Su Wen replied, “Then you shouldn’t have followed her.”

The little ghost pouted, looking particularly sad as it said, “But I came to find my sister.”

Little  Qi Wu  didn’t understand, tilting her head and asking, “Judge Dad, what happened to this sister?”

“She has a heavy ghostly aura and a strong chill about her,” Su Wen said, taking some ghost money and lighting it without much emotion, “If she gets too close to people, her poor health will be affected, and it’s normal for her not to wake up.”

【Please turn on the microphone to communicate, thank you.】

【When can I have this kind of tacit understanding with my husband and children through eye contact?】

【Whenever you can get a bit involved with metaphysics, that’s when.】

The audience had no idea what was happening; how come these two people suddenly stopped talking and were just looking at each other? Especially Little  Qi Wu , shaking her head and swaying, her expressions were even richer than the actors’. If she wasn’t thinking about anything, she must be fooling the ghosts.

Little  Qi Wu  walked over to the little ghost, circling around it, then touched the goosebumps on her arms: “Oh, why are you so cold?”

The little ghost looked to be only seven or eight years old, dressed warmly, yet a continuous chill emanated from it.

Not even a frozen ghost was this cold.

“I don’t know, I’ve always been very cold.” The little ghost no longer cared about that; it was very worried about Sister Bingbing’s safety, “Can you help me wake Sister Bingbing up?”

That sister is human and a really good person, Little  Qi Wu  was very willing to help her, but she said, “We can wake her up, but you can’t get close to her anymore, okay?”

The little ghost became anxious upon hearing this: “Why can’t I? I searched for so long to find her.”

Little  Qi Wu  explained, “Because you’re a ghost. If you keep getting close to her, she will get sick.”

“But I really miss my sister…”

At this moment, Su Wen had finished burning all the ghost money and took out his phone, succinctly asking, “Address.”

“I… I don’t know.” The little ghost shook its head in confusion, “I’ve never been to North City, I don’t know where that is, but I remember the way!”

Su Wen had originally wanted to call 120 directly…

Thanks to 119, he now knew emergency numbers by heart.

Little  Qi Wu  leaned over: “Dad, what’s this?”

“120.” Following the principle of education, Su Wen pointed to the numbers for her to see, “Here, if someone is sick, you call 120; if there’s danger, you call 110; for major accidents, like a fire, you can call 119.”

“Call this number, and someone will help you.”

Little Qi Wu knew her numbers; Grandma Meng had taught her many times before.

She nodded, “Should we call 120 now?”

Su Wen shook his head, “No, we don’t know the address.”

[Another transmigration scenario I’m unfamiliar with.]

[Who are we calling 120 for? Who’s sick?]

[Little Qi Wu can cure illnesses that even doctors can’t diagnose, why does she need to call 120 now?]

The little ghost cautiously suggested, “I can take you there.”

Little Qi Wu glanced back at him, “Alright, that’s the only way then.”

When they got into the taxi, Su Wen hadn’t expected that coming to the Human Realm would involve doing so many good deeds for ghosts. Back in the Netherworld, ghosts would rather stay a hundred thousand miles away from him, let alone seek him out voluntarily.

Beside him, the Little King of Hell and the little ghost clung to the seats.

The little ghost shouted, “Go straight!”

Little Qi Wu echoed, “Uncle, go straight!”

The little ghost directed, “Turn right!”

Little Qi Wu repeated, “Uncle, turn right!”

…

Su Wen thought, in the past, the Ten Halls had never seen such harmonious interactions with ghosts.

Thinking about it, he found it somewhat amusing.

The Underworld of the past was truly the Netherworld, filled with the tension and panic of death. Everyone was preoccupied with when they would reincarnate and whether they would have a good rebirth. Good people who died cried all day, not wanting to die, while bad people caused chaos, disturbing the peace of the ghosts and gods in the Underworld.

But now…

He recalled that whenever the Little King of Hell was in the Underworld, such situations never occurred. She always managed to dispel the darkness, bringing a different kind of hope to the ghosts and gods.

“We’re here!”

“Uncle, we’re here!”

The two voices called out one after the other. Su Wen, acting as the dutiful tool, paid the fare and got out of the car with the Little King of Hell and the little ghost.

Unlike Zhang Yuan’s house, the building before them was old and worn, located in a noisy old neighborhood where many elderly people were dancing in the square.

It wasn’t affluent, but it was lively and bustling.

Throughout history, peaceful and stable times have always had their own forms of liveliness, but those liveliness had nothing to do with the Underworld.

Su Wen slightly lowered his gaze.

Little Qi Wu anxiously followed the little ghost upstairs. Qin Bing lived on the third floor, in a small room that had been partitioned off. The door lock was old and had been locked from the inside.

Su Wen knocked on the door a few times, but there was no response from inside.

The little ghost anxiously said, “Sister Bingbing hasn’t woken up, no one is opening the door!”

Little Qi Wu immediately volunteered, “Dad, I’ll go through and open it!”

Unlike ghosts, she could interact with objects in the Human Realm after passing through them.

Su Wen quickly stopped the Little King of Hell, “Lord, you can’t just pass through walls in the Human Realm.”

Little Qi Wu opened her innocent eyes wide, “Then what should we do?”

The Human Realm is so troublesome, would passing through walls scare people?

At that moment, a voice came over, “Are you here to see Xiao Qin?”

It was an elderly woman, carrying a basket of vegetables, looking at them curiously, then at the cameraman, “Are you filming a TV show?”

Su Wen nodded slightly.

The woman glanced at the door and advised, “I haven’t seen Bingbing for the past couple of days, maybe she’s not home. You should come back in a few days?”

Su Wen asked, “And you are?”

“I’m Bingbing’s landlord, I rented this place to her.”

“It really is this grandma,” the little ghost said, “I saw Sister Bingbing talking to her when we came back that day.”

He said excitedly, “The landlady has the keys!”

Little Qi Wu looked up and asked, “Grandma, do you have the keys to sister’s house? She didn’t open the door.”

The landlady refused, “Then you should wait for her to come home. How can I give you someone else’s keys?”

Little Qi Wu explained, “But sister is inside, and she’s sick. We can’t get in.”

“Sick?” The landlady hesitated. The girl had indeed been unwell recently, taking a long leave from work. But hadn’t she just said she was feeling better a few days ago?

“But if she’s sick, she needs a doctor. Are you doctors?”

“No,” Su Wen interjected. “We’re here to take her to the hospital. If you’re worried, you can watch us or call 110.”

Being sick was no small matter. If it was true, and she hadn’t left the house for days, plus she wasn’t answering the door, then it was a serious issue.

The landlady thought for a moment and said, “Wait here, I’ll call my son.”

She hurried upstairs and soon returned with a young man. Behind the young man was an elderly man, who kept muttering, “Your job is too exhausting. If you’re tired, just change it. Money can never be earned completely, but health is the most important.”

The young man seemed to ignore him, looking somewhat drowsy. After coming down, he glanced at Su Wen and asked, “Is it true that Bingbing is sick?”

Little Qi Wu nodded, “Yes, yes!”

The young man extended his hand, “Identity card!”

After receiving the ID, he compared it to Su Wen and muttered, “…Who looks this good in their ID photo? Temple of the King of Hell? What’s that?”

He became more alert, frowning, “Are you crazy? Who lives in the Temple of the King of Hell?”

Su Wen remained unperturbed, saying, “North Dao Park, Temple of the King of Hell. If you need, you can go and offer incense.”

The young man cursed, “Nonsense!”

Little Qi Wu peeked out from behind her dad, “It’s not nonsense, Uncle. You can offer incense for your dad.”

The landlady and the young man were both stunned because his father had indeed passed away recently.

After a few seconds, the young man sneered, “Dead is dead. He couldn’t enjoy life when he was alive. What’s the use of offering incense now?”

The elderly man behind him, who had been muttering, suddenly stopped. Then, as if he hadn’t heard anything, he smiled and said, “At my age, I don’t need much. What’s the point of offering incense? The living should just live well.”

“Mom, open the door for them,” the young man snapped back to reality. Seeing Su Wen with a child, and the child being so well-behaved, he temporarily set aside some of his prejudice. He took out his phone and dialed 110, then added, “If nothing’s wrong, I’ll call the police on you immediately!”

[Although we know Zai Zai and Su Wen are good people, is it okay to open the door like this in other situations?]

[Isn’t this an emergency? Besides, Auntie and this young man did well, always ready to call the police and keeping watch themselves.]

[But how did they know she was sick?]

[One moment they didn’t know the address, the next they were talking about it so smoothly as if they took a taxi. Are they treating us like fools?]

[Maybe they didn’t know the name of the place. That’s normal.]

 With someone present, the landlady felt more secure. She stood at the forefront and opened the door, while the man guarded the entrance, preventing Su Wen and Qi Wu from having any chance to escape.

The apartment had a simple one-bedroom layout, and everything could be seen at a glance. As soon as they stepped into the foyer, everyone noticed Qin Bing lying on the floor, clearly unconscious.

The little ghost knew it was his fault and dared not approach, standing far away and crying anxiously, “This is what happened to my sister! Gods, please save her!”

The man who had followed them looked at Su Wen and the child in surprise, “Are you two together?”

Su Wen didn’t respond, and he and Little Qi Wu quickly walked over in succession.

“What a tragedy,” the landlady was also startled. “What happened to this child? Call an ambulance quickly!”

The man hadn’t expected this to be true and immediately changed from dialing 110 to 120. But before he could make the call, he saw Su Wen and the child about to touch Qin Bing and quickly stopped them, “How can you just touch her like that?”

He grabbed Su Wen’s hand, “Let go, I’m calling 120 now. If anything happens to her, you won’t be able to take responsibility!”

Su Wen slightly frowned and easily freed his hand from the man’s grip, slightly furrowing his brow, “Qi Wu.”

Without needing her dad’s reminder, Little Qi Wu gently placed her hand on Qin Bing’s forehead. In her eyes, it was very clear that the ghostly aura around the sister was too heavy, suppressing her human energy, which was why she wouldn’t wake up.

She was very good at this!

The man was frantic, “Why won’t this child listen…”

Before he could finish, Qin Bing, who had been unconscious, suddenly moved.

Little Qi Wu’s voice was soft, “Sister, wake up soon.”

[Familiar scent.]

[I told you Zai Zai wouldn’t disappoint me.]

The landlady watched in amazement as, following the child’s voice, Qin Bing on the floor slowly opened her eyes. Seeing so many people suddenly in her home, she was startled, “What’s going on?”

“You scared us to death,” the landlady said. “Why were you sleeping here? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”

Qin Bing recalled that she had suddenly felt weak and collapsed, but she didn’t feel unwell anywhere, just a bit cold.

Before she could figure it out, she suddenly realized and sat up in shock, looking at the two people who had suddenly appeared in her home, “Mr. Su! Little Qi Wu! How… how are you here…”

Little Qi Wu was still sitting on the floor and said, “Sister is sick.”

“I’m sick?” Qin Bing touched herself, it seemed true, but, “But how did you know where I live?”

Little Qi Wu immediately looked at her dad, this question she couldn’t answer.

Su Wen, however, was very calm, “We calculated it.”

Since the show was about mysticism, what’s the problem with calculating this?

[Just saying ‘calculated it’ makes it all seem reasonable.]

[Before it was ambiguous, but now you admit you can calculate!]

The young man frowned, “Calculated it, are you really from the Temple of the King of Hell?”

“Yes.”

Qin Bing quickly got up from the floor and also picked up Little Qi Wu, “Thank you, I don’t know why this happened to me.”

Little Qi Wu waved her hand, “It’s okay!”

The little ghost had been huddled by the door, now looking longingly at his sister, wanting to approach but unable to.

The landlady hesitated and asked, “Should we still call 120?”

Qin Bing shook her head, “No need, no need. I feel quite alright now. If there’s really any problem, I can go to the hospital myself, no need to trouble with that.”

She then cautiously glanced at Su Wen and Little Qi Wu, “I should be fine now, right?”

The two bystanders: “…”

So, doctors aren’t as effective as this big and small duo?

“Nothing serious,” Su Wen picked up Little Qi Wu, “Just rest more.”

“Alright.”

Since the matter was resolved, Su Wen was still concerned about the Little King of Hell not having dinner. But it was too late today, they could grab something to eat on the way back.

Thinking this, he immediately felt a great relief.

He said, “We’ll be going now.”

“Wait a moment,” Qin Bing grabbed her phone, “Mr. Su, thank you for helping me. Let me treat you to a meal.”

Before Su Wen could answer, the landlady spoke up, “What’s with treating to a meal? Since you’re here, why not eat with us? I also have something to ask this gentleman. Bing Bing, you’re not in good health, don’t keep going out.”

She had been thinking about the incense offering the little girl mentioned earlier and was curious since they had figured out Qin Bing’s address.

The old man ghost stood beside the landlady, hearing this, he could guess what she wanted to ask and sighed, “At my age, I have everything I need, what else is there to ask?”

“Esteemed master,” he said to Su Wen, “My wife talks a lot usually, nothing important, don’t listen to her nonsense, I don’t need anything.”

Su Wen retorted, “If you don’t need anything, why stay here?”

The old man ghost was stumped.

Su Wen said indifferently, “If you continue to stay by their side, Qin Bing’s fate will be the same as your wife and son’s.”

The old man ghost was immediately scared, realizing Qin Bing fainted because of the little ghost by her side, he slapped his head, “I was confused!”

The landlady hadn’t received an answer yet, “Young man?”

She glanced at the camera, thinking these two might really be something special, so she said, “It’s just a home-cooked meal, nothing else, Bing Bing often eats with us.”

“Esteemed master, my wife means no harm, if you don’t mind, you can have a bite,” the old man ghost said, “Listen to what they have to say, I… I also want to hear, I’ll leave after listening.”

Little Qi Wu tugged at Judge Dad’s clothes, “Then Dad… let’s stay here~”

She whispered, “Dad won’t have to cook when we go back.”

[I have reason to suspect that Zai Zai doesn’t want to eat Dad’s cooking anymore.]

[Sign up for a class, learning pinyin was so quick, learning to cook should be easy, doge.]

In the end, Su Wen nodded.

The landlady’s home was upstairs, different from the separated rooms downstairs, it was a whole floor upstairs, very clean and cozy.

As soon as they entered, she busied herself saying, “Have some water first, I had the pig trotters stewing when I went out, now just need to stir-fry some vegetables.”

She hurried into the kitchen, Qin Bing also went in to help.

As for her son, since returning the identity card to Su Wen downstairs, he hadn’t said much. After coming upstairs, he walked to a corner of the living room where a memorial portrait was placed, with a few fruits beneath it.

He peeled a fruit and placed it in front of the portrait, then went into his room.

“This kid, he doesn’t even stay to accompany the guests,” the old grandpa ghost scolded as he floated in after him.

Little Qi Wu and her dad exchanged glances, not understanding why the living room suddenly only had the two of them and the little ghost.

[Ah, this, I would feel a bit awkward.]

[This Auntie’s son was quite talkative earlier, why is he so silent now, not even staying with the guests.]

At that moment, the sound of music from downstairs came through the window again. Little Qi Wu turned her head curiously, remembering that people were still dancing downstairs when they came in.

“Dad, can Qi Wu watch?”

“Sure.” Since they had nothing else to do, Su Wen carried her to the window, where they could see the lively scene downstairs in the neighborhood.

Little Qi Wu leaned on the windowsill, her body involuntarily swaying along: “These grandpas and grandmas are so happy.”

“Mm.”

Little Qi Wu shook her head: “Qi Wu feels so happy watching them!”

“Of course, they’re happy!” The little ghost, not daring to get too close to the sister, floated in the air beside the two gods. “After dinner, everyone goes out to dance and relax. Grandpas and grandmas love this kind of entertainment, and it’s good exercise too.”

Little Qi Wu, who had been talking to her dad, didn’t switch gears immediately and continued in her usual conversational tone: “Huh? Have you seen it before?”

“I have,” the little ghost said. “Director Mom used to take us to play often. It was so much fun, and I even know how to dance.”

As he spoke, he twisted in the air: “Every time after dancing, we were so happy, and we slept really well.”

Little Qi Wu watched with delight, clearly eager to try.

Seeing her like this, Su Wen could almost guess what the Little King of Hell was thinking.

The image of ten thousand ghosts in the Underworld doing square dancing made Su Wen feel a bit suffocated.

Sure enough, the next second, Little Qi Wu was already asking: “Can you teach me?”

“Sure!”

Su Wen sighed helplessly: “Qi Wu.”

“Hmm?”

Su Wen took out her milk bottle and stuffed it into her mouth. Little Qi Wu, still somewhat dazed, sucked on it a few times.

Su Wen reminded her with a Mystic Seal: “You can’t talk to ghosts in front of the camera.”

!!!

Little Qi Wu suddenly realized and quickly sucked on the milk a few more times, not daring to speak anymore. Her little eyes darted around, and her small head retracted.

【I have a question…】

【Don’t ask, we didn’t see anything, we didn’t hear anything.】

【Hahahahahahaha I thought I would be scared, but why am I so excited?】

【Su Wen, why are you stopping my baby! Let her continue talking, let her keep learning!】

The Landlady came out first with the dishes she had prepared, looked around but didn’t see her son, so she went to knock on his door: “Xiao Ze, how can you leave the guests alone here? Come out and keep them company.”

A voice came after a few seconds: “Wait a few minutes, Mom, I’m a bit busy.”

The Landlady was a bit helpless. Seeing Little Qi Wu standing there innocently looking at her, she said: “It’ll be ready soon. I’ll turn on the TV, you can watch for a while.”

She quickly turned on the TV and placed the remote in front of Su Wen and Qi Wu: “Here.”

There were still dishes cooking in the kitchen, so she didn’t stay long.

【I bet a bottle of Wangzai that the father and daughter definitely won’t watch TV!】

【Ten bottles! They won’t even touch the remote!】

The audience had already accepted the fact that one was an old antique and the other a little antique. For the sake of a bet over the remote, the livestream’s popularity soared.

Little Qi Wu recognized the TV. Uncle Lin had brought it before, but it was taken away later.

She didn’t know that the TV could light up.

Curiously, she sat on the sofa with her Dad, staring unblinkingly at the TV: “Dad, what’s so good about TV?”

Su Wen paused: “I don’t know.”

The little ghost beside them: “???”

He jumped up: “TV is great! Paw Patrol and Boonie Bears!”

Little Qi Wu: “What’s that?”

As soon as she finished speaking, the TV that had just been turned on started playing a default channel.

Both Little Qi Wu and Su Wen were startled.

Little Qi Wu pointed at the TV: “Dad! This is a really big phone!”

She had seen videos on the phone before, and there were people in the videos, so she naturally assumed that the TV was the same.

Su Wen was slightly surprised. So, the TV was for watching videos. The next second, he calmly took out his phone and skillfully opened Baidu Voice: “Search for TV.”

【Hahahahahahahahahahaha】

【Hahahahahahaha stop laughing, it’s hurting my eyes.】

【Before opening this livestream, I thought it was a parenting show, then I thought it was a supernatural livestream, but now I realize it’s actually a comedy show.】

While Su Wen was searching on Baidu about how to watch TV, Little Qi Wu curiously watched the drama playing on the TV, and the little ghost explained to her: “Haven’t you watched TV before? You can change channels with the remote, and you can also search for your favorite cartoons and dramas online.”

Cartoons!

Dad mentioned that!

Little Qi Wu stared at the remote in front of her: “Qi Wu wants to watch cartoons.”

“Which one do you want to watch?”

“Qi Wu doesn’t know.” Little Qi Wu said eagerly, “Qi Wu hasn’t watched before, can you teach me?”

“Here, you can click here.”

After Su Wen had figured out the basic logic of the television, Little Qi Wu was already holding the remote control and switching channels. When he looked up, he saw that she had just tuned into the cartoon channel.

Inside, a child who looked both human and not was taking out a phone: “I need to call Paw Patrol!”

Immediately, several little dogs were riding on their small cars: “Ryder needs us!”

They all looked like characters from a painting, but they had come to life.

Little Qi Wu seemed to have discovered a new world and suddenly turned her head: “Dad! These dogs can talk!”

Su Wen: “Hmm.”

Little Qi Wu’s eyes were shining brightly: “Then can we learn to talk too?!”

Su Wen: “…”

Is that even possible?

No, I need to search more.

Little Qi Wu was very excited watching TV because she found that many animals on TV could talk, and they could also fly.

So why can’t I fly!

The little ghost reminded her: “This is fake. It’s a cartoon. Real people can’t fly. If you don’t believe me, switch to another channel.”

Little Qi Wu was a bit disappointed but still switched to another channel. This time, she saw people with long hair flying around in the sky.

“Wow!” She pointed at the people on TV, “They can fly! Little Qi Wu has seen many people dressed like this in the Underworld.”

The little ghost was anxious. He was eight years old and knew these were all fake, so he said again: “This is a TV drama! Switch to another one!”

“Is there more?” Little Qi Wu switched to another channel, and this time it wasn’t just about flying.

Inside, a strange-looking person went to the Underworld, saying he wanted to find the King of Hell, take someone’s soul, and even alter the Book of Life and Death.

Little Qi Wu’s eyes widened, and she suddenly stood up, angrily saying: “How dare he!”

The little ghost: “?”

[??? What does she mean by ‘how dare he’? Is she scolding Sun Wukong?]

[Little Yan Wang is angry. Is she going to fight Sun Wukong?]

[Su Wen, you should really check on your child. She’s getting delusional. Stop searching on Baidu; it won’t teach you. I need to come and do it myself!]

[Wait, is Su Wen really teaching his child to understand these strange things? Is that okay?]

The “King of Hell” on TV then shouted angrily: “Sun Wukong!”

Little Qi Wu was stunned. That name sounded so familiar.

Oh right! Liangliang said I am Sun Wukong!

Sun Wukong actually destroyed the Book of Life and Death!

Little Qi Wu’s eyes widened, and she tightly hugged her little backpack: “Qi Wu is not Sun Wukong!”

The little ghost: “Of course you’re not Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong is a monkey.”

Little Qi Wu said unhappily: “How could he destroy the Book of Life and Death! He’s a bad person!”

“Well, actually…”

The rabbit ears on her little backpack were about to be pulled off. Su Wen leaned over to rescue the ears from Little Qi Wu’s hands: “This is fake.”

Little Qi Wu’s eyes were red. She moved closer to Judge Dad: “How could he do that, bullying Ghosts and Gods.”

Su Wen was both amused and exasperated, following her words: “This is fake. Does Qi Wu think Lord Yama is powerful?”

Little Qi Wu sniffled: “He should be, should be powerful.”

She should say he’s powerful, but she’s still young. If Sun Wukong came, she was afraid she couldn’t win, wuwuwu.

She looked up and promised very seriously: “Lord Yama will become powerful and won’t let Sun Wukong bully us.”

“There’s no Sun Wukong,” Su Wen gently patted her head. “Lord Yama is very powerful; no one would dare to bully him. Even if someone tried, the Three Bureaus would never allow it.”

“Not just the Three Bureaus, but also the Emperor.”

[What are the Three Bureaus? And who is the Emperor?]

[Here’s a quick explanation: The Three Bureaus under the King of Hell are the Reincarnation Department, the Judge’s Office, and the Netherworld Bureau. The Reincarnation Department is overseen by Meng Po, the Judge’s Office by the Judge, and the Netherworld Bureau by the City God. As for the Emperor… I haven’t heard of such a position in the Underworld.]

[I’ve heard that above the King of Hell, there’s the Beiyin Fengdu Emperor. Could that be…]

[Wow, you guys are amazing. With just a few words, you’ve pieced together the entire logic. Even professional shills aren’t as dedicated as you.]

Little Qi Wu didn’t speak. She knew that in the past, there was Lord Yama, and there were also the Ten Halls. But the Ten Halls had perished due to the evil spirits from the Netherworld Gate, and the Emperor had been stationed at the Netherworld Gate for many years.

And there was also Judge Dad.

“Dad,” Little Qi Wu sobbed, burying her face in his chest. “Qi Wu wants to protect all of you.”

Su Wen was momentarily stunned. He had thought she was worried about being bullied herself, but it turned out she was concerned about not being able to protect the other Ghosts and Gods.

He nodded softly. “Qi Wu is already doing great. Thank you.”

The little ghost hadn’t expected that watching TV could make this little deity cry. Wasn’t Sun Wukong supposed to be a great hero? Why did this little deity say he wasn’t good?

The audience was also confused. They had been watching this illiterate couple learn how to watch TV, but they hadn’t expected it to make the child cry.

[Is this the first time I’ve seen Little Qi Wu cry? My heart is breaking.]

[This is the first time I’ve seen a child cry while watching *Journey to the West*. Didn’t she say earlier that she was Sun Wukong?]

[Didn’t you notice the plot? In the story, Sun Wukong causes trouble in the Underworld, and Qi Wu’s identity is the Temple Keeper of the King of Hell Temple.]

[As a little temple priest, Zai Zai is really emotionally invested.]

[She said she wanted to protect Su Wen after seeing Sun Wukong causing chaos in the Underworld. Is there some connection here?]

[The Little King of Hell wants to protect the Underworld. What connection do you need? Isn’t that logical enough? *laughs*]

[What’s this? Are you guys really treating her like she’s the King of Hell? Just watch the show and don’t get so emotionally invested.]

[I cry my eyes out watching dramas, so why can’t I do the same with variety shows? Even if it’s scripted, I’ll treat it like a drama!]

Su Wen glanced at what was playing on the TV, then picked up the remote control. After a quick scan, he roughly understood. He had searched on Baidu earlier, and these shows were all pretty much the same.

Sure enough, after a few clicks, he switched the channel back to *Paw Patrol*. “Qi Wu, look at the dogs. They’re very brave, just like Ting Ting.”

Little Qi Wu lifted her head from his chest and took a look, still immersed in her sadness. Sniffling, she asked, “Can Ting Ting talk like them?”

Ting Ting always barked in the Human Realm. It would be great if he could talk.

Su Wen now had a better understanding of the purpose of these cartoons. He replied, “No.”

“In cartoons, there are many animals that can talk, like bears and sheep… Have you ever seen a talking bear or sheep?”

Qi Wu shook her head, then nodded, feeling a bit confused: “But there are bees that can talk.”

“…”

The Little King of Hell must be referring to the Netherworld Envoys, those Ghosts and Gods who manage the life and death of animals.

Su Wen felt that his patience had truly improved, as he still had the composure to reason with the Little King of Hell: “Ordinary animals can’t talk, right?”

Little Qi Wu reluctantly nodded: “Mhm.”

Su Wen: “So Tingting still can’t talk.”

Little Qi Wu was somewhat convinced: “Oh, okay.”

“This cartoon is a liar.”

Su Wen chuckled: “The cartoon isn’t a liar. Just like how the kindergarten teacher asks Qi Wu to sing songs, while singing, she also teaches Qi Wu to be a polite child.”

“Cartoons are meant to help Qi Wu become an excellent child while watching stories.”

Su Wen continued: “Didn’t Jinwen Granny also tell Qi Wu some stories before?”

Little Qi Wu seemed to understand but not fully. Granny had indeed told her some stories, but they were from a long, long time ago, with no cars, no dogs, and no cartoons.

She softly murmured: “Qi Wu understands, Dad.”

【Jinwen Granny?! Jinwen Granny?! Jinwen is actually a granny?!!!】

【Listening to Su Wen and Kong Lin, I thought Jinwen was a beauty like them. I never expected her to be a granny.】

【If that’s the case, Jinwen Granny should still be around. Why would she let Su Wen, who knows nothing, take care of the child?】

【Maybe she has her own things to do? Or she’s too old?】

【Wait, doesn’t anyone else find the name Jinwen familiar? Jinwen Granny…】

【Hahaha, I think I’ve heard some folk tales from my grandma, saying that Meng Po was called Jinwen, a particularly kind person from a long, long time ago.】

【Please, paid commenters, leave. I’ve never heard of Meng Po being called Jinwen. This King of Hell joke is never-ending. Are you going to keep marketing this?】

A child’s attention is easily diverted. In no time, Little Qi Wu was once again engrossed in watching the cartoon, even accurately following the slogans from the TV.

Su Wen wasn’t particularly interested in this. But seeing that the Little King of Hell liked it, he took out his phone to ask Lin Dingqi where to buy a TV.

Before he could send the message, Lin Dingqi sent a picture: “Judge, we are always paying attention to your and the King of Hell’s program. Last time you said you didn’t need a TV, but this time we saw in the livestream that the King of Hell seems very interested in the TV.”

“So we’ve sent the TV back to you. It’s being installed now, and when you return, you can watch it with the King of Hell!”

“We’ve also specially compiled a list of TV dramas about the King of Hell and sent the schedule to your phone. You can avoid these times so the King of Hell doesn’t see them.”

Su Wen raised an eyebrow silently: “Thank you.”

It must be said, this Lin Dingqi is really thoughtful.

Lin Dingqi continued: “By the way, the engineers brought by the City God earlier are some of the earliest technical backbones of our country, very skilled. According to the current progress, the Underworld should soon be able to gradually achieve internet and electricity access. We are already preparing to provide electronic devices for the Ghosts and Gods of the Underworld. Could you check how many Ghosts and Gods there are so we can prepare accordingly?”

He continued, “As for computer-based office work, although we can prepare for it, given the current situation in The Underworld, perhaps we need to organize some unified training?”

“Good,” Su Wen replied, quite impressed by the efficiency of this little secretary. What a pity.

He wrote, “Have you ever calculated when you will die?”

Lin Dingqi: “? What does Lord mean by that?”

Su Wen: “Judgment—”

The lawsuit needs someone like you.”

Lin Dingqi: “…”

“Your Excellency, there’s no need for that! I appreciate your kindness, but I’ve divined my own fate and I still have several decades to live! A long life of a hundred years!”

Su Wen: “Is that so?”

Lin Dingqi: “Why do I sense disappointment in those two words?”

Su Wen: “Indeed, I am a bit disappointed. I hope to see you sooner.”

Lin Dingqi: “…Your Excellency, I beg you, speak properly. Such jokes are not funny.”

Su Wen was slightly puzzled. He was being sincere, but never mind.

He then said, “Computer training. I’ll arrange for some Ghosts and Gods to come and try it when I have time.”

Lin Dingqi: “Sounds good!”

Su Wen put down his phone and heard a click. The landlord’s son finally emerged from his room, with his father following closely behind. The son held a letter in his hand and walked up to Su Wen: “I just searched for you online.”

“Are you really from the Temple of the King of Hell?”

Su Wen nodded.

The landlord’s son sat down beside Su Wen and placed the envelope in front of him: “When you go back later, could you please burn this for my father? Thank you. When I have time, I’ll go to the temple to offer incense to the King of Hell.”

Su Wen slightly raised his eyes.

Little Qi Wu immediately turned her head upon hearing about offering incense. Offering incense meant the Ghosts and Gods could eat!

But as she turned, she saw the old man with red eyes, as if he had been crying.

Little Qi Wu tilted her head and used the Mystic Seal to ask, “Grandpa, why are you crying?”

The old man ghost, who already knew these two were extraordinary beings, wasn’t surprised that the child could see him. He stood beside his son and spoke to the child, and also to Su Wen: “This letter is for me. I watched him write it.”

He said, “I thought that once a person dies, offering incense and speaking to them is unnecessary. But now I think, if I had seen this earlier, perhaps I wouldn’t have lingered for so long.”

Su Wen glanced at the envelope on the table and remained silent.

The old man ghost sighed: “Since you two can relay messages for my son, could you also pass on a few words from me?”

“There’s not much to say. Just tell him, I’m sorry.”

The old man ghost smiled bitterly: “He didn’t even come to see me before I died. He must have hated me deeply.”

Little Qi Wu was silent for a moment, then pointed to the peeled apple under the portrait: “But he just peeled fruit for you.”

The old man ghost looked back and slowly floated over, gazing at the apple: “Perhaps he pitied me.”

“Tell him there’s no need to burn the letter,” the old man ghost said. “I’ve already seen it. All his grievances against me over the years, I’ve seen them.”

Then he shook his head: “Never mind, burn it. At least it can leave something behind.”

Little Qi Wu didn’t understand what the adults were thinking. Isn’t sending messages to loved ones in the Netherworld supposed to be about missing them? Why would there be grievances?

The landlord’s son, not receiving an answer from Su Wen, asked again: “Is it possible?”

Su Wen shook his head: “No.”

“Messages to loved ones should not be relayed.”

The landlord’s son forced a smile: “Loved ones…”

“No one ever said that sharing blood means you’re necessarily loved ones.”

Su Wen neither agreed nor disagreed, simply stating indifferently: “In that case, there’s no need to relay any messages.”

The landlady’s son choked on his words.

[What deep-seated grudge does this father and son have, to speak to Dad like that?]

[Were their relations really that bad before? Then why did they still write letters?]

[Human emotions are the most complex.]

[Indeed, my relationship with my family is also quite distant.]

Finally, the landlady finished cooking and, together with Qin Bing, set the table with dishes that looked, smelled, and tasted delicious.

The old man ghost watched from afar: “When I was alive, I always complained about the food being too greasy. Only now do I realize how much I miss it.”

As he spoke, he noticed his son serving a bowl of food and placing it in front of his memorial photo. The old man ghost silently watched, then called over a little ghost: “Come here, little one, let’s eat together. After we’re full, we’ll go for reincarnation together!”

Little Qi Wu buried her head in her bowl, eating earnestly, still not understanding why one would offer food to a father they disliked.

The landlady moved the dishes closer to Qi Wu: “This child, her eating manners are so endearing, so well-behaved.”

Little Qi Wu obediently said, “We mustn’t waste food.”

The adults laughed upon hearing this: “Right, right, right.”

[Seeing my baby eating again, so blissful.]

[Su Wen, take a good look at what normal human food is like.]

[Su Wen: Don’t @ me, I’m not human, at least not a normal one.]

Su Wen didn’t have much of an appetite and wasn’t particularly fond of eating, so he focused on serving Little Yan Wang, making sure she didn’t overeat.

Then he asked, “You mentioned earlier there was something you wanted to ask?”

The landlady paused slightly, then nodded: “Yes, since you’re from the Temple of the King of Hell, I was wondering if your temple conducts rituals?”

“What kind of ritual?”

The landlady turned to look at her husband’s memorial photo and sighed: “My husband has been gone for quite some time. Somehow, I always feel like he hasn’t really left this house.”

The old man ghost coughed, almost choking.

The landlady continued: “Maybe it’s just me. He left so suddenly, and my son didn’t get to see him one last time. He only came back after the funeral. If possible, as we get older, we tend to have these psychological hints. I just thought, maybe let the child have a little communication with him, to let my husband rest in peace…”

Before the landlady could finish, her son slammed his chopsticks down: “Communication? How can you still hope for me to communicate with someone like him?! Can he even communicate?!”

“How ridiculous! I’ve lived for over thirty years, and he had over thirty years to communicate with me. Why didn’t he? Now that he’s dead, how can we communicate?! Is it even useful! Who exactly are you trying to comfort?! He couldn’t rest in life, and now he can’t rest in death!”

The landlady’s face darkened: “Xiao Ze!”

Xiao Ze, furious, pushed his chair back and was about to storm back to his room when the memorial photo suddenly fell.

The little ghost worriedly said, “Grandpa, don’t cry.”

Everyone and the ghosts turned to look. The old man ghost, trying to pick up his memorial photo, cried: “It’s my fault, I wronged him.”

Xiao Ze, who was about to return to his room, turned around and walked to the memorial photo, picking it up. He said to the person in the photo: “I didn’t forgive you before, and I won’t forgive you in the future.”

The landlady held her head: “Xiao Ze, the last thing your father said before he left was your name.”

Xiao Ze paused, then said, “What does that have to do with me?”

【Ah, this, I don’t know what to say.】

【Every family has its own difficulties, it’s really hard to say.】

【Could it be that his dad really hasn’t left? The memorial photo fell down.】

Su Wen and Little Qi Wu, who had witnessed everything, didn’t react as strongly. Su Wen took a tissue and wiped the Little King of Hell’s mouth, then picked up the envelope from the table and handed it to Qi Wu.

Little Qi Wu immediately understood. After getting down from the stool, she walked over to the altar where the family had placed the memorial photo.

Su Wen followed behind her: “Our temple doesn’t perform rituals, but if you want to bring this item to him, you don’t need to go back to the temple. You can do it here.”

Little Qi Wu held the envelope and tiptoed to point at the lit candle: “If we burn it, Grandpa will be able to see it.”

Everyone fell silent. Su Wen stood behind the Little King of Hell, watching as she slowly brought the envelope closer to the candle flame.

“Wait.” Xiao Ze suddenly interrupted her action.

Little Qi Wu curved her eyes and lowered her hand. Xiao Ze said, “If that’s the case, I can burn it myself. Give the letter back to me.”

The landlord was surprised: “You wrote a letter?”

“Yes,” Xiao Ze said. “I want him to know what he did even in the afterlife.”

The landlord’s face paled: “Son, your dad still cares about you.”

Xiao Ze walked up to Qi Wu: “Alright.”

Then he added, “Little one, give the letter back to Uncle.”

Little Qi Wu nodded, then suddenly asked, “Are these all the dishes Grandpa liked?”

Xiao Ze: “What?”

Little Qi Wu tiptoed and pointed at the items on the altar: “The apple Grandpa liked, the dishes Grandpa liked, and the rice is the softest because Grandpa liked it, right?”

Both Xiao Ze and the landlord were shocked: “How do you know?”

Little Qi Wu imitated her dad’s manner: “I calculated it.”

【Hahaha, she’s quick to learn!】

【Our Little Temple Priest is a divine fortune-teller!】

Little Qi Wu then asked, “Uncle, if you know what Grandpa liked, why do you say you hate him?”

The old ghost grandpa looked up, and Xiao Ze also fell silent. After a long while, he said, “It’s not contradictory.”

Little Qi Wu pursed her lips: “You adults are so complicated.”

Su Wen saw that the Little King of Hell wanted to relay a message for the old ghost grandpa. He sighed silently and used the Mystic Seal to communicate: “Lord, you can relay the message, but you can’t say you’ve seen Grandpa.”

Little Qi Wu’s eyes lit up: “Okay!”

She immediately turned to look at the uncle: “Uncle, can Qi Wu say a few words to you?”

Xiao Ze couldn’t refuse a child, especially one who seemed to genuinely understand something.

He nodded.

So Qi Wu beckoned, and he bent down, hearing the child whisper in his ear: “Grandpa saw the letter. He said, ‘I’m sorry.’”

Xiao Ze’s body stiffened instantly.

The old ghost grandpa nearby realized that the child was relaying his earlier words and quickly said, “I didn’t have much education, and I didn’t know how to raise a child properly.”

“While I was working hard to earn money to give him a good living and learning environment, I also neglected his feelings.”

Grandpa said too much, and Little Qi Wu couldn’t keep up. She thought for a moment, since Dad had agreed, then…

She whispered, “Uncle, are you afraid of Dad?”

Xiao Ze shook his head.

So Little Qi Wu put her hand to her mouth: “Shh.”

Before Xiao Ze could react, Little Qi Wu reached up and covered his ears.

The aged and trembling voice clearly reached Xiao Ze’s ears, and he almost couldn’t steady himself.

“I thought that providing him with material satisfaction would be enough, but I was wrong. I missed his childhood, his adolescence, and by the time I saw him again, we had become strangers. I didn’t understand him; it seemed like he had grown into a stranger overnight, someone who shared the same bloodline as me.”

“I’m not educated, I couldn’t keep up with his conversations, so I remained silent, and missed out again.”

“I wanted to offer my opinions, but I didn’t understand anything. Speaking would only cause him trouble. I didn’t know what he had been through, not even which class or school he was in. I failed him.”

“Xiao Ze has grown up, and Dad seems increasingly useless, desperately trying to find a place in his world, so I foolishly interfered in his life without considering whether he could accept it, even driving him to move out. Dad was wrong.”

Xiao Ze’s breathing became heavy. He turned his head but didn’t pull away from Little Qi Wu’s hand.

The old ghost continued, “Tell him, Dad also wanted to love him well. Before, I didn’t understand and didn’t have the time, and later, it was too late and I didn’t use the right way, but Dad remembers what he likes to eat.”

“He mentioned a few things in his letter… I…”

The old ghost choked up, “I didn’t forget his birthday. The year he moved out for work, I went to his company building and bought him a cake, but that day… the cake was ruined by someone. I searched many stores to buy a new one, but by the time I returned, he had already left, didn’t come home, didn’t answer the phone… Forget it, let’s not talk about this.”

“Actually, I also got his homeroom teacher’s number from his mother, but I didn’t study for many years, I didn’t understand anything, so I had to let his mother take more care. I didn’t want to put too much pressure on him… Forget it, let’s not talk about this either.”

Finally, the old ghost sighed, “Just tell him, Dad is sorry, it’s not that I didn’t love him, and in the future, don’t work so hard, health is important.”

Xiao Ze abruptly pulled away from Little Qi Wu’s hand, his eyes red, “Enough.”

He looked up at the portrait of his father, “What’s the use of saying all this now! Where were you before! You’re dead, you know that! You’re dead!”

“You not only missed my childhood and adolescence! You also missed my middle and old age!”

He almost shouted the last sentence, “I won’t have a dad anymore!”

The living room fell into complete silence, even the old ghost was startled and stopped speaking.

Xiao Ze leaned on the altar table, burying his head, “I don’t have a dad anymore.”

Little Qi Wu put her hand down and walked forward, gently patting his back, “Ze Ze will be an excellent Lord in the future.”

The landlord looked at Little Qi Wu in surprise, “This is… his dad often called him that.”

Qin Bing nodded, “Because Zai Zai is the Little Temple Priest.”

Little Qi Wu gently held Xiao Ze’s hand.

The old ghost did the same as Little Qi Wu, but he couldn’t touch his son, yet his voice reached his son’s ears. He thought the little girl was conveying his words, so he didn’t mind and continued, “You’ve grown up, you can live well without a dad, you’ve always lived well, Dad is very relieved.”

“But your mother is alone, and Dad has left too many regrets for you,” the old man ghost said. “In the future, don’t let your mother have regrets, and don’t have regrets yourself.”

Xiao Ze covered his face, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The old man ghost continued, “Originally, I stayed in this house to see you all, but now I feel that you are doing well without me. In fact, it’s good that you hate me; it means you won’t be too heartbroken.”

Suddenly, Xiao Ze said, “I don’t hate you.”

The old man ghost was taken aback, and his words stopped.

Xiao Ze closed his eyes, “I didn’t not want to see you.”

“It’s not that I didn’t want to see you, it’s that I came too late. I’m sorry, I just blame myself.”

“Dad.”

The old man ghost raised his hand and finally, with restraint, ruffled Xiao Ze’s hair. “Mm, Dad understands.”

Little Qi Wu let out a slight sigh of relief and glanced back at her Judge Dad.

“Uncle loves Dad very much, and Dad loves Uncle too.”

Su Wen: “Mm.”

The little ghost who had been too afraid to approach everyone earlier, seeing this scene, cautiously walked up to Su Wen. “Uncle, since you can help Grandpa deliver messages, could you also help me deliver one to my sister?”

Su Wen lowered his gaze. “What is it?”

The little ghost pursed his lips. “I came to find my sister because I wanted her to go back and see Director Mom. Director Mom has been sick for a long, long time, and she’s been locked in her room, unable to come out.”

“We all miss my sister so much,” the little ghost said, on the verge of tears. “So that day, when I heard the grandpas and grandmas saying they were coming to the North City, I ran away from the orphanage and followed them to find my sister. But I ended up hurting her.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt her, Uncle. Could you please help me? Ask my sister to go see Director Mom.”