Evil capitalists

Just when Song Tinghe wanted to say it was okay, Ruan Yunsheng raised his hand to stop him: "Only half a year? No way."

"No, my lady!" The Black and White Impermanence stamped their feet in anxiety, regretting immensely that they should have changed the conditions earlier.

Song Tinghe watched helplessly as the elixir he had obtained was about to fly away, and his soul dimmed a little. He quietly tugged at Ruan Yunsheng's sleeve, blinking his wet eyes, with a hint of rouge still on his lips.

Ruan Yunsheng's heart softened when she saw this look. The unexpected kiss just now still made her ears hot, and the boy's expectant look at this moment made her unable to resist.

But she thought that the six-month deadline for finding a physical body was really harsh. After all, there had been no progress in the two months since she came here.

Ruan Yunsheng tapped the table with his fingertips, frowning slightly, obviously weighing the pros and cons. The Black and White Impermanence looked at each other, knowing that the opportunity had come, and hurriedly moved closer.

"Actually..." Hei Wuchang lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Yan Jun still has a 'Soul Returning Pill' in his hand, which is a hundred times more powerful than the Soul Condensing Pill."

Bai Wuchang nodded repeatedly and added: "Not only can it solidify the soul body, it can also automatically guide the location of the physical body, without any side effects!"

Ruan Yunsheng's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Absolutely true!" Hei Wuchang patted his chest, "That was given by the King of Hell himself. He has always kept it as a treasure and even the judge won't let him touch it."

Ruan Yunsheng narrowed her eyes, her fingers gently stroking her chin, her thoughts racing. Song Tinghe, floating beside her, saw her like this, his soul slightly trembling, and couldn't help but whispered, "Yunsheng, how about... forget it? Lord Yan's things are not easy to get, and we still have to ask for help."

"What are you afraid of?" Ruan Yunsheng raised his lips slightly, a sly look flashing in his eyes. "Since it's a good thing, I must get it."

"Has your Lord Yan been troubled by anything lately?"

The Black and White Impermanence exchanged a glance. "There really is one, and it's related to the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons." He tugged at the chains. "As you know, the Underworld has been short of staff in recent years, while official duties have become increasingly burdensome."

Bai Wuchang counted on his fingers and complained: "Evil ghosts cause trouble in the Judge's Hall every day, the Wangchuan River overflows every year, and the Naihe Bridge collapses every time it is repaired..."

"The worst thing is," Hei Wuchang became extremely angry when he said this, "the old employees retired one after another. Later, Yan Jun had to try to train some new employees, but most of them resigned before working for a year. The Ox-Head and Horse-Face are under great work pressure this time, and their salaries have not increased in a hundred years!"

Ruan Yunsheng was stunned when he heard this: "So even after death, I still have to be a social animal?"

"What a sin!" Bai Wuchang wailed, slumping over the table. "Last month, Mengpo couldn't continue her duties, and was finally forced to drink a bowl of Mengpo soup by Yama!"

God knows how strange it felt when he saw Meng Po, whose face was full of lifelessness due to being exploited by work, smiling again to greet the dead. He swore that there was nothing more terrifying than this, as if he was seeing a bottomless pit of working life.

"So—" Ruan Yunsheng suddenly slammed the table and stood up, "How about I make another deal with your Lord Yan?"

A cunning glint flashed in her eyes. "I'll help you solve your manpower problem. He definitely won't be able to refuse such a good offer."

"That's right!" Black and White Impermanence's eyes lit up, igniting a glimmer of hope for life: "That's it!"

Fearing that Ruan Yunsheng would go back on his word, they immediately opened the gate to the underworld and kicked the two men in.

"Wait, wait!"

Before Ruan Yunsheng could protest, he fell into the swirling ghost fog, and in a moment, a long and dark bridge appeared in front of him.

Underworld: Yellow Springs Road

The biting cold wind whistled past, and Ruan Yunsheng staggered to find her footing. The scene before her made her breath stop.

No matter how familiar she was with the ghost officials there in modern times, she had never actually been to this place.

The dark red sky hangs low like a blood curtain, countless wandering souls float and wail in the turbid Forgetful River, and the flowers of the other shore on both sides bloom seductively, gorgeous and eye-catching.

The Black and White Impermanence following closely behind dragged Ruan Yunsheng along quickly. Before she could see the surroundings clearly, they suddenly stopped and pushed her forward.

"This is the palace of Lord Yama. It's up to you!"

The last syllables were still lingering in the cold wind when the two figures disappeared without a trace, having turned into smoke.

Ruan Yunsheng staggered to his feet, looked up at the palace in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

The vast and majestic Yama Palace stands in the blood mist, with its bronze gate towering into the clouds, solemn and dignified, oppressive and heavy.

If you stick your head out, you'll get hurt. If you hide your head, you'll get hurt too. What can you do? Can you rely on those two cowards?

She took a deep breath and raised her hand to knock on the door.

"Come in."

A low voice came from the hall, heavy as thunder.

Ruan Yunsheng pushed the door open and walked in. What hit him was the strong scent of ink and a cold atmosphere. The candlelight in the hall was dim green, illuminating the piles of official documents, and Yan Jun was writing furiously at his desk without even raising his head.

She stood in the center of the hall, as quiet as a quail, not daring to make a sound.

Neither of them spoke as time passed by little by little. The only sound in the hall was the rustling of the red brush marking papers. Ruan Yunsheng stared blankly at the jade crown on Lord Yan's head, counting the number of underworld jades inlaid on it... until his eyelids began to twitch.

Bang!

The sound of the red brush being placed heavily on the inkstone startled her and she wiped the corner of her mouth reflexively, even though there was no saliva.

Yan Jun raised his eyes, and his sharp gaze swept over like a knife.

Ruan Yunsheng's brain also twitched, and he squeezed out a dry sentence:

“…Good morning.”

Lord Yan: “…”

Maybe he got sleepy and became stupid.

"What do you want?" Yan Jun tapped the table with his fingertips, the red pen hanging above the book of life and death, the ink about to drip.

Ruan Yunsheng rolled his eyes and asked tentatively, "I heard that Lord Yan is worried about the shortage of manpower in the underworld recently?"

Yan Jun's eyes flickered slightly. He knew without hesitation that it was the two chattering ghost messengers who leaked the secret. He dipped his hands in cinnabar calmly and said, "Continue."

"I have a plan to solve this problem."

Before she could finish, Lord Yan interrupted her, his eyes flashing like lightning: "Conditions."

When their eyes met, Ruan Yunsheng's breathing became slightly stagnant. He simply laid it out: "Talking to a smart person is straightforward. I heard that the King of Hell gave me the Soul Returning Pill as a reward."

His tone was full of affirmation, without any questioning at all.

"You're quite bold." Yan Jun sneered, his tall figure looming over him, his cold pressure surging towards Ruan Yunsheng like a tide. "Just relying on your clever little tricks, you think you can change it?"

Ruan Yunsheng, however, was not at all flustered. Instead, he smiled and took a half step back. "Sir, why don't you listen to my advice before making a decision?"

She feigned a look around, her eyes critically scanning the hall's gloomy interior. Finally, she pointed at the gloomy and depressing sky outside the window, shook her head and sighed, "Sir, look at this environment! It's so depressing. It would make anyone feel unhappy. How can we help our employees feel happy and experience the warmth of home?"

Lord Yan said expressionlessly: "This is the underworld."

The implication is - does she think this is heaven?

"That can't be the case!"

Ruan Yunsheng made up a story in all seriousness, "I've been to the underworld in another world before. The scenery and atmosphere there are exactly the same as the human world. When dead souls arrive there, they never protest or escape."

She became more and more excited as she spoke, gesticulating as she described the "ideal underworld": peach blossoms planted along the Wangchuan River, red lanterns hung on the Naihe Bridge, even Mengpo soup was replaced with sweet fruit tea, the ghost messengers wore bright uniforms, there were team-building activities every day, and the working atmosphere was full of joy. It was as outrageous as it could be.

Yan Jun frowned slightly, distracted for a moment by her exaggerated words. He subconsciously glanced at the gray sky outside the window. Could it be... that this place is really too gloomy?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he suddenly came back to his senses and stared at Ruan Yunsheng coldly: "Nonsense."

Ruan Yunsheng, knowing he had won, immediately changed the subject: "If you don't believe me, my lord, why don't you let me try first? If my method doesn't work, you can punish me later."

She blinked and smiled harmlessly: "Of course, if it works... then the Soul Returning Pill..."

Yan Jun narrowed his eyes and suddenly felt that this girl was braver than a ghost.

"Of course, that's not enough." Ruan Yunsheng keenly noticed the increasing frequency of Yan Jun's brow twitching, and immediately changed the subject, "To create a truly ideal underworld, the key is people... no, ghosts! We need to have telepathic communication between ghosts!"

Lord Yan's knuckles were cracking, and it took him thousands of years of cultivation to restrain himself from throwing this girl who was talking about reincarnation into the frying pan.

"Excuse me, sir..." Ruan Yunsheng suddenly leaned closer to the desk, "How do you select the new employees you train?"

"Ghosts with good conduct in their lifetime will naturally be chosen." Lord Yama waved his sleeve with a cold expression, and the shadow of a book of merit appeared in the air. "Those who have done good deeds and accumulated virtue will be given priority for recruitment."

"That's the problem!" Ruan Yunsheng slammed his hands on the table, shaking his head like an old scholar. "Asking a group of honest ghosts to manage evil ghosts is like asking sheep to manage a wolf pack. How can this not lead to collapse?"

She suddenly lowered her voice, "If you ask me... we should use those evil spirits from the eighteen levels of hell."

"Absurd!" The ghost fire in Lord Yan's sleeves surged, "Let the evil ghosts take power, won't the underworld be..."

"Not at all!" Ruan Yunsheng took the pen from the desk and scribbled on the paper. "You see, these evil spirits are so powerful that they naturally save the time and effort of cultivation. And after being tortured in hell for a hundred years, they have long wanted to make meritorious contributions."

She swiped her finger, and a tiered sentence reduction system appeared on the map. "Every time you complete a task, some of your sins are eliminated. Once your sins are cleared, you can be reincarnated. What a great incentive mechanism!"

Yan Jun stared at the paper and saw layers of reward mechanism and a huge golden crown on it.

"This is……?"

"Oh, a special prize." Ruan Yunsheng added with a smile, "Evil spirits who do well can also get a VIP pass to reincarnate in advance."

Yan Jun's pupils trembled. In his three thousand years of life, this was the first time he had heard of KPI assessments in the underworld. But looking at the detailed divisions of the "Evil Ghost Reemployment Training Center" and "Atonement Points Exchange Center" in the plan, he nodded for some reason: "It's not impossible."

Ruan Yunsheng's nose was almost in the air with pride after receiving the affirmation. That's right, the modern evil capitalists are fleeing. How can it not be useful? It's guaranteed to be firmly grasped.