Chapter 8

Indeed, it was Karma. Throughout history, the Ten Kings of Hell have been objects of people’s faith, and the Karma they received could protect the entire Underworld. The Hall of the King of Hell was always enveloped in Karma. However, as faith declined and the Ten Kings of Hell fell, the Hall of the King of Hell was left without any Karma.

But now, Little Yan Wang had only been in the Human Realm for a few days and had already gained Karma?

Jin Wen was stunned for a long time: “I didn’t expect it to actually work.”

Seeing this, Kǒng Lǐn also breathed a huge sigh of relief: “As long as it works, as long as it works.”

He had taken a desperate gamble, thinking of the most beneficial solution at the moment. In truth, the main goal was to have Little Yan Wang and Su Wen go out to earn money together. After all, the signing fee was substantial, and the incense and paper money burned by the King of Hell for the Underworld would be a significant amount. At the same time, it would allow Little Yan Wang to see the current state of the Human Realm.

Jin Wen’s eyes were slightly moist. The Underworld had been in decline for too long, and there had been no news from the Beiyin Emperor. Over the past millennium, the future seemed almost invisible, and the Ghosts and Gods were uncertain about what lay ahead.

She whispered, “As long as there is Karma, as long as there is Karma…”

After a pause, she asked in confusion, “But how did this Karma come about?”

Kǒng Lǐn: “I don’t know.”

Logically, even if the money had arrived, if it was burned, it should have first passed through the Judge’s Office.

Jin Wen said, “You have so many City God Temples in the Human Realm. Try to keep an eye on Lord Yama’s news. She’s still young.”

“Mm.”

At this moment, Little Qī Wú wasn’t doing anything, but many people had already joined the live stream, drawn by her appearance and this strange father-daughter pair.

Seeing that Little Qī Wú didn’t have any milk to drink, the comments were filled with heartbreak, and many people frantically sent gifts.

【Let her drink! Don’t let my baby go hungry!】

Little Qī Wú naturally wouldn’t go hungry. Su Wen already knew the money had arrived, so he carried Little Qī Wú to the offering table in front of the temple and placed her on it. Then he lit the incense and candles he had bought, saying softly, “We’ll go buy milk in a bit.”

Even though she didn’t have milk to drink, being able to inhale the incense and candles made Little Qī Wú very happy. She sat on the offering table, swinging her little legs: “Okay.”

The live stream viewers watched as Su Wen placed the baby on the offering table and, along with the Border Collie, offered incense. They were all at a loss for words.

【Is he really the Temple Keeper?】

【Wow, even if this is an act, it’s too realistic. The dog actually stands up and bows?!】

【As we all know, dogs are spiritual. This really has some semblance of truth.】

【So the Dharma robe Little Qī Wú wore in the promotional video really was Little Yan Wang’s. It’s not like the traditional King of Hell, but… I’m totally into this, so cute.】

【They say Little Qī Wú is a hereditary Temple Keeper. If that’s the case, I’d be willing to go offer incense too.】

【Are you serious? Don’t just say things because she’s cute. This doesn’t look like the King of Hell at all. Isn’t the King of Hell supposed to be fierce and terrifying?】

【As if you’ve seen the King of Hell. The King of Hell is in the heart. As long as you have faith, does it need a fixed image?】

The comments began to diverge, but some people were more concerned about something else…

【I just want to know where this temple is. I really just want to go offer some incense.】

【Nowadays, burning incense and candles privately isn’t allowed in the city. I don’t know if my deceased parents are doing well in the Underworld. I want to offer some incense to the King of Hell, hoping she can protect my parents.】

【It seems like there really aren’t many Temples of the King of Hell around. Can I ask, what do people pray for at the Temple of the King of Hell?】

【The King of Hell is considered the Ghost King. Every ghost is someone’s relative, so praying to the King of Hell is also a way to seek blessings for oneself and one’s loved ones.】

【When you put it that way, it does seem like we should pay our respects. It feels like not many people worship the King of Hell, so it’s often overlooked.】

As everyone was discussing fervently, Little Qi Wu on the offering table stood up. She was wearing a little princess dress, which starkly contrasted with the fierce and menacing King of Hell Statue behind her.

But she reached out, stood on her tiptoes, and tried to touch Di Ting’s head. She also gently took Su Wen’s hand and softly said, “Lord Yama has received your heartfelt wishes.”

“She will protect you and all the people.”

【This is too ridiculous, are they just playing around?】

【If you don’t want to watch, you can leave. Existence is reasonable, and I think it’s quite nice.】

【Being touched by such an adorable Little King of Hell, even if it’s just playing around, would make anyone feel better.】

【Honestly, after watching this livestream for a while, I do feel much more relaxed.】

After offering incense, Little Qi Wu followed Su Wen down the mountain to enroll in kindergarten.

Before going to kindergarten, Su Wen first took her to the bank.

This was a human world account set up by the City God, who had many connections in the Human Realm.

As expected, the production team had already transferred half of the payment into the account. It was a substantial amount, enough to ensure that Little King of Hell’s milk wouldn’t be a concern for a while, and they could also buy a lot of incense and candles.

Su Wen breathed a sigh of relief and glanced back at the cameraman following them: “Where can we buy milk?”

The cameraman was puzzled: “Where did you buy it before?”

Su Wen replied succinctly: “We milked it.”

The cameraman: …

【Milked it? Freshly milked? From a cow? Without processing?】

【Those who can milk fresh milk must be wealthy, right?】

【Maybe in the countryside?】

Worried that Little King of Hell might get hungry, Su Wen followed the cameraman’s directions and took her to a baby specialty store first.

The store clerk’s eyes lit up as soon as she saw the pair entering: “What can I help you with?”

“Milk,” Su Wen said, holding Little Qi Wu’s hand and looking down. “Something she can drink.”

The clerk exclaimed, “Wow, what a cute little girl! How old is she?”

Little Qi Wu looked up and answered seriously, “Three years old.”

“A three-year-old baby,” the clerk immediately found several types of powdered milk suitable for her. “These can all be mixed with water, they’re good for the child’s physical development and also supplement trace elements.”

Su Wen and Little Qi Wu stared intently at the cans of powdered milk, both a bit confused.

Little Qi Wu had always drunk milk that was milked from deceased cows and goats, and she had never seen anything like this before.

The Judge, who had never raised a child, was even more clueless.

Little Qi Wu asked in confusion, “This is different from what Qi Wu used to drink.”

The clerk patiently asked, “How is it different?”

Qi Wu: “That was milk, milked from cows.”

The clerk suddenly understood, thinking that a family that could raise cows and drink fresh milk must be quite wealthy, so she said, “Then you can continue drinking that, as long as it’s properly sterilized and processed.”

Little Qi Wu: “But the cows are gone.”

“Huh?”

Little Qi Wu sighed: “The cows died.”

The clerk: “What about the others?”

Little Qi Wu answered every question: “There are no more cows about to die, so Qi Wu doesn’t drink milk anymore.”

The clerk: “…”

She looked up in surprise at Su Wen, who appeared quite human-like.

Su Wen: “…”

Although one shouldn’t interrupt when the Lord is speaking, he felt that sometimes it might be better to do so.

【？？？】

【What does that mean? Drinking milk from a dying cow?!】

【What’s wrong with this parent? Is it really that bad? He looks healthy and able-bodied, yet he gives his child this?】

The store clerk also looked at Su Wen strangely, wondering how he could be like this: “Is the child really your own flesh and blood? How could you treat her like this? Does her mother do the same?”

Seeing the sister in front of her scolding Judge Dad, Little Qi Wu immediately stepped forward to protect Su Wen: “Qi Wu doesn’t have a mother, Dad is very good, why are you scolding Dad?”

Su Wen was momentarily stunned, then bent down to pick her up: “It’s Dad’s fault.”

Indeed, in The Underworld, there were no better conditions, so the King of Hell had to drink such things.

Qi Wu shook her head: “Dad is very good! Dad works hard.”

Su Wen smiled silently, then asked the clerk: “How do I prepare this?”

The clerk explained how to mix the powdered milk, then looked at the child’s bottle: “This bottle is quite old, you could buy a new one for the child, it’s not expensive.”

“No.”

“Not good!”

The simultaneous response from the adult and child left the clerk even more confused: “But this bottle doesn’t seem very sturdy.”

Little Qi Wu tightly hugged the bottle as if it were a treasure: “This was made by Grandma Meng.”

“Ah, is that the child’s grandmother?”

“It’s Grandma,” Qi Wu corrected, “Not the child’s, but everyone’s.”

The clerk was now completely baffled by her words and looked to the handsome man beside her.

But the handsome man also looked calm: “It’s the grandma who used to take care of her, it’s very sturdy, no problem.”

Clerk: “Oh… alright.”

She then added with concern: “Although the child can drink milk, at this age she should also start eating solid food. You can cook, right? She needs all kinds of nutrients.”

Su Wen: “…”

Cook what?

Little Qi Wu looked at her Dad, about to say she didn’t need to eat, but was quickly silenced by her Dad covering her mouth.

“Hmm?”

Su Wen was worried she would say that drinking milk and incense candles were enough, so he stopped her in time.

He then said to the clerk: “Yes, thank you.”

After sending off the unusually good-looking yet strange family, the clerk suddenly remembered they had a camera crew with them. She quickly went online to search and soon found the live broadcast.

The live broadcast was still lively, all because of what Su Wen and Qi Wu had said earlier.

【The grandma who used to take care of Qi Wu? Wasn’t Qi Wu taken care of by her Dad before?】

【Wait, I have a bold idea. Su Wen clearly has no experience with children, he doesn’t even know how to mix milk, and there are no child items in the temple. Little Qi Wu wasn’t taken care of by Su Wen before, and she says she has no mother…】

【So Little Qi Wu was adopted by Su Wen?!】

【Was the grandma the former Temple Keeper? And then Su Wen and Qi Wu took over the Temple of the King of Hell together.】

【Damn, that makes sense. Su Wen is called Su Wen, but Qi Wu doesn’t share his surname!】

【Ahhh, why must such god-like people be treated this way!】

Little Qi Wu had no idea that the audience had rationalized her relationship with Judge Dad. She was now drinking the newly prepared milk, heading to kindergarten with Judge Dad.

After taking her first sip, her eyes lit up instantly, and she eagerly handed the bottle to Judge Dad: “Dad! It’s sweet!”

Su Wen: “Hmm?”

Little Qi Wu’s eyes sparkled: “It’s sweet, different from before, it’s delicious! Dad, you should try it too!”

The milk she had before was nowhere near as tasty as this. Upon tasting something good, she immediately thought of sharing it with her hardworking Judge Dad.

Su Wen raised his hand and took the bottle back, feeding it to her: “Dad doesn’t need to drink, thank you, Qi Wu.”

Oh, Dad eats incense and candles, Little Qi Wu tilted her head and whispered: “Then when we go back, I’ll give Dad something delicious!”

[Sniffle, my baby is truly a little angel on earth, so content and happy just from drinking some milk.]

[And when she finds something good, she shares it with her dad, so kind.]

[Where’s my secretary! Haven’t you found the address of the Temple of the King of Hell yet! I’ll take care of Little Qi Wu’s milk from now on!]

Arriving at the kindergarten, Su Wen led Little Qi Wu inside. She was very curious about the new environment, looking left and right, thinking: I’m going to grow up here.

Then she saw many children.

Remembering what Judge Dad said about learning with other children, she covered her mouth in surprise.

Su Wen, afraid she might fly up the stairs again, turned back to carry her, and asked: “What’s wrong?”

Little Qi Wu leaned close to his ear: “Dad, am I not the only Lord Yama?”

Su Wen: “?”

Little Qi Wu seemed to have discovered a new continent: “Is it that every Lord Yama has to come here to learn first?”

Su Wen: “…”

He couldn’t help but chuckle briefly, carrying her while whispering in her ear: “No, only you, the one and only in the universe.”

He touched Little Qi Wu’s ear, using the Mystic Seal to say: “These are the young of the Human Realm, they also need to grow up.”

Little Qi Wu nodded, understanding now.

She had thought there were many Underworlds, each one very tragic.

Little Qi Wu was a bit disappointed, having thought she had found companions.

Reaching the second floor, Su Wen took Little Qi Wu to see the Kindergarten Director. The teacher guiding them, seeing Little Qi Wu’s curious expression, smiled: “If you’re curious, little one, you can play around here. There are cameras and teachers around, nothing will happen.”

Little Qi Wu: “Huh?”

Su Wen looked down and asked: “Want to take a look?”

Little Qi Wu thought for a moment, then nodded: “Yes, yes.”

She needs to grow up, to secretly observe how other children grow up, and then learn, to surprise Dad and Grandma Meng.

With Lord Yama here, no one could harm her, especially since he had left a Mystic Seal on her. So Su Wen put her down: “Then Qi Wu, wait here on the second floor, okay?”

Qi Wu nodded: “Okay, Dad, you’ve worked hard.”

[It’s okay, I’ll help you watch the child here, husband, you can go and take care of your business.]

[Because of your ‘husband’, do you know how long Su Wen had to coax me?]

[Please don’t argue in front of my baby Qi Wu, it hurts me as a mother.]

[Less chatter, it’s blocking my view of the child!]

[Wait, where did the child go?]

Little Qi Wu looked around; the other children, seeing her as a stranger but pretty, wanted to approach but were hesitant, staying in their groups.

Only one person stood in the corner, timidly watching her. She was very thin and looked pitiful, as if she had just been crying.

Little Qi Wu thought of the milk she had just drunk and wanted to comfort her, so she walked over.

“Why are you crying?”

【？？？】

【Who is she talking to?】