Chapter 118: Retirement Day 118 Sometimes, memories return...

Luan Lin didn't care what the two onlookers thought, she only cared whether Sang Qiqi liked it or not.

Before leaving for the mortal realm, Sang Qiqi clung to her, saying she wanted to go on a mission with her. But Luan Lin refused. A demonic ghost had killed a dozen or so demon messengers, leaving behind a stern "useless" cry at the gates of Hell before fleeing. She was heading to the mortal realm to apprehend the demonic ghost.

The evil ghost is cruel and ruthless, full of evil intentions and difficult to deal with. Taking Sang Qiqi with him would not only create a weakness for himself, but also put Sang Qiqi in danger.

Fortunately, Sang Qiqi was an obedient child. After Luan Lin analyzed the situation, she obediently sat on the small stool and nodded: "Okay, I understand. Then, Luan Lin, can you bring me a gift?"

Of course Luan Lin did not refuse.

She chose this giant axe after considering Sang Qiqi's hobbies for a long time.

"Wow."

Exaggerated cheers echoed in my ears. A small hand touched the sharp edge of the axe. A girl in a pretty little dress with a chicken feather on it opened her eyes brighter than the stars, her face full of surprise. She exclaimed, "I like it. I like it very much! Thank you, Aunt Luan Lin. Love you, kiss."

Soft lips were imprinted on Luan Lin's face. The tiny Sang Qiqi picked up the huge axe, spread her legs, grabbed the axe handle with all her strength and swung it hard.

Luan Lin's smile froze: "Wait!"

But it was too late.

The thick black ghost energy, combined with the wind blade formed by the swing of the giant axe, carried an overwhelming momentum and chopped down the pillars of the hall with a bang.

The moment the corridor pillars were cut in half, the faces of all the ghosts present changed drastically except Sang Qiqi.

Five minutes later.

Xun Cang used the ghost energy to prop up the crumbling hall, and sat on the stones outside the hall with Luan Lin and his party, staring at the hall in a daze.

"We have to tear it down and rebuild it. This hall is now in a dangerous state."

"How much will that cost? I'll find you some glue and you can just apply it."

"How dare you say that? Why did you bring an axe to that little girl?"

"She likes it."

“…”

never mind.

The most important thing is that the children like it.

Xun Cang turned his head and looked at Duan Sui with a complicated yet sympathetic look: "Stinky boy, be careful next time you fight with that stinky girl. The pillar can still be used if it is separated from the family. If you are separated... I can't save you."

Duan Sui: “…”

Sang Qiqi is a good child and never uses her beloved axe when fighting with Duan Sui.

But the two little ghosts fought with all their might, and Duan Sui was often pinned down and beaten by the vicious little girl. Every time Xun Cang passed by, he would shake his head in a gloomy voice. Duan Sui said nothing. The next day, Duan Sui brought Sang Qiqi to the main hall and pointed at the Lord of Fengdu sitting in the center of the hall and said, "Xun Cang said that your moves are all fancy moves. They are only effective against me. Anyone else can pin you to the ground and beat you."

Xun Cang: “?”

Good boy, why are you talking nonsense?

When did he ever say such a thing!

But it was too late to worry about such things at this moment. On that day, Xun Cang received a beating from a five-year-old girl.

As time went by, Sang Qiqi and Duan Sui grew up.

The ten-year-old girl's body began to grow, her arms becoming slender, but the strength she could carry had already reached the level of a giant axe multiplied by N. Luan Lin often rested her chin on her hand, pondering what gift to bring Sang Qiqi next time she returned to the mortal realm. The gifts she had given Sang Qiqi over the years could form a detailed guide to martial arts weapons, and each weapon was very weighty.

But... for the little girl who was born with supernatural powers, it was all light and airy.

"Don't sigh all the time. She's grown up now. She doesn't like fighting anymore. She loves beauty now. Buy her some little skirts."

Xun Cang's mean voice rang in his ears. Luan Lin turned his head and was not surprised to see a pair of panda eyes on his face. He immediately sneered: "What? I didn't beat your daughter, and now you want to trick me? I tell you, she likes any gift I bring her."

Xun Cang: “…”

He sat with his legs apart beside Luan Lin, covering his eyes and grimacing, "That little bitch is getting stronger and stronger. I can never beat her in a brute force duel. I, the dignified Lord of Fengdu, am truly disgraced."

Luan Lin comforted him halfheartedly: "It's okay, anyway, you have Ah Sui to embarrass you together."

Duan Sui, who also walked over with panda eyes: "..."

The little boy sat down on the other side of Xuncang without saying a word. He rubbed his panda eyes, which were symmetrical to Xuncang's, and said in a muffled voice, "Qiqi's birthday is coming soon. I want to make her a cake."

Sang Qiqi's birthday was set on the day Xun Cang brought her back from Jinji Mountain.

On her birthday, all the ghosts in Fengdu celebrated with their hearts, for no other reason than that Sang Qiqi was incredibly popular. Like a little police officer, she would often patrol the streets carrying Luan Lin's gifts. She would help the ghosts find lost cats and dogs, punch any thieving ghosts, and even help plant flowers and vegetables.

All the ghosts like her very much.

So, she also received a beautiful cake filled with all the devil’s thoughts.

The cake was beautiful, a miniature version of Fengdu, with her standing atop the city walls. According to Xun Cang and Duan Sui, they had commissioned the cake from a florist in Fengdu, a former royal pastry chef. Sang Qiqi knew the florist well, and whenever she passed by his stall, he would hand her a blooming flower.

Sang Qiqi likes his flowers and his cakes.

That night, she stood in front of the cake and made a wish, hoping that everyone could live happily forever.

But the Cake God didn't seem to hear her pleas.

All happiness ended on a night when Sang Qiqi was thirteen years old.

First, Luan Lin hurried into Fengdu City with a pale face. Without saying a word, she picked up Sang Qiqi who was taking a nap, and then quickly found Duan Sui. In front of the two children, she quickly explained, "Something happened in Xuncang. I need to take you two to the Samsara Division. Once the matter is resolved, I will bring you two back, okay?"

Teenagers are sensible enough, and Duan Sui knew the seriousness of the situation as soon as he saw Luan Lin's expression.

He held Sang Qiqi's hand and did not refuse.

When we arrived at the Reincarnation Department, we also understood what the so-called incident was.

Sang Qiqi stubbornly refused to leave, wanting to go to the mortal realm to find Cang. Duan Sui stood with her, supporting her decision with both hands and feet, but knocked her unconscious as he turned around.

As a white mist covered her vision, Sang Qiqi could only vaguely hear the voice ringing in her ear. Duan Sui said, "You let Meng Po send Qiqi to reincarnation, but I want to stay."

The moment the last sound faded away, her consciousness also fell into a deep sleep.

-

Sang Qiqi opened her eyes and tilted her head to look towards the living room window.

She seemed to have had a very long dream, in which she felt the love and pampering that she had lacked since childhood. She clearly felt the roughness of Xun Cang's big hand touching her cheek, smelled the faint fragrance of peach blossoms when Luan Lin hugged her, and saw Duan Sui's helpless and gentle eyes when he looked at her.

The story of more than ten years is condensed into a few short hours. When the story comes to the end, the darkness of the night fades away, and the morning light shines on the earth, illuminating all the dirty corners one by one.

Not enough, she thought, not bright enough.

At the very least, the morning light has not yet illuminated the corner of the underworld occupied by Jintian.

Rubbing her stiff and sore shoulders and knees, Sang Qiqi stood up, turned around and walked towards the gate of hell.

After the explosion in Wild Ghost Village, the underworld had returned to its former tranquility. Near the Naihe Bridge, many ghosts were still queuing up to drink Meng Po's soup and be reincarnated. Meng Po took a break from her busy schedule, waved to Sang Qiqi, handed her a cup of plain milk tea, and asked her, "Isn't the funeral service busy these past few days?"

Sang Qiqi tore open the outer wrapping of the straw, inserted it into the seal, and bit the tube: "I have to do other things."

Meng Po thought of the day when she knocked on the doors of the Ten Palaces one by one, but Shan Xuelin and Chao Song were nowhere to be seen. She had a vague guess in her mind, but she didn't say much, just said to be careful.

Holding milk tea, Sang Qiqi stepped into the gate of the First Hall and turned her gaze to Lin Yanluo inside the hall. The latter's eyes twitched and he coughed lightly: "Why are you here so early? Have you eaten? Do you want some pancakes?"

Sang Qiqi knew what he was feeling guilty about, so she rolled her eyes and asked, "Duan Sui isn't here?"

"Just left." Lin Yanluo tried to guess what was happening to Sang Qiqi and Duan Sui through these four words, but unfortunately, he couldn't guess anything. He could only tell her the current situation in the underworld. "I thought no one knew about Shan Xuelin and Chao Song's disappearance, but it seems that several employees of Luofengshan have been guarding the Fourth and Eighth Palaces. They should know something about Shan Xuelin and Chao Song's whereabouts, and they are probably busy with this matter now."

Employees of Luofengshan?

Sang Qiqi thought of the two people who were originally guarding the villa of Master Bai Yuan and his apprentice and the Shen family.

She hummed and turned away.

Lin Yanluo was stunned and asked quickly, "Where are you going?"

Sang Qiqi: "Go get revenge."

With those eleven years' worth of memories, Sang Qiqi knew the entire underworld like never before. She made her way towards Fengdu. From the First Hall to Fengdu, she had to cross Luofu Mountain and Dangzhong Mountain. Luofu Mountain was silent, Dangzhong Mountain even quieter. As Sang Qiqi passed the latter, she felt a faint sense of a prying gaze, but when she turned around, there was nothing around, not even a ghost to be found.

She lowered her eyes, and her eyes flashed slightly.

When Duan Sui mentioned the bloody battle at Fengdu, he mentioned the Ghost Emperor Jiang Yushan of Mount Dangzhong. Jiang Yushan was the only one of the Five Ghost Emperors to publicly side with Jintian, but at the time, Jiang Yushan was the strongest of the Five Ghost Emperors. To put it bluntly, with Duan Sui and Jintian both severely injured, it wasn't impossible for Jiang Yushan to try to take advantage of the situation.

But he did not do so. In order to prevent decades of hard work from being wasted and others from taking advantage of it, Duan Sui did not hold Jiang Yushan accountable or liquidate him, and maintained a false peace with Dangzhongshan.

Jiang Yushan...

What role did he play in Jintian's resurrection?

With such doubts, Sang Qiqi turned around and walked towards Fengdu again.

After entering Fengdu City, Sang Qiqi took every step very slowly. After a hundred years, Fengdu City seemed to have changed a lot. The uncle sitting on the street selling flowers disappeared, and the flower beds where cats and dogs liked to sleep were gone. Although there were still people coming and going, every face looked extremely unfamiliar.

"I remember there was a small stall selling candied haws here."

Hearing the familiar footsteps behind her, Sang Qiqi focused her gaze on one place and spoke slowly.

Duan Sui walked up to her side, fought alongside her, and chuckled, "Xun Cang is thankful every day that you're a ghost and won't get cavities even if you eat so many candied haws."

"That's because I brush my teeth every day." Sang Qiqi turned her head. "My teeth are very strong, unlike yours. You can knock out your front teeth if you fall. I've had a toothache for three months."

Duan Sui: “…”

Sometimes, restoring memory is not necessarily a good thing.