After the Snowball incident, Leng Yue became a beautiful sight on the campus of Huaying No.1 Middle School.

Because of Leng Yue's constitution, the homeroom teacher specially arranged a seat for her, near the window and against the back wall, with a one-meter radius around her that was completely deserted. The homeroom teacher said that Leng Yue's power was too great, and he was afraid that she might accidentally injure other students.

Leng Yue didn't seem to care much; she'd been so high-profile lately that she'd lost all her friends. Wan Jiaxiang, on the other hand, was incredibly attentive, helping her move a table and carrying her schoolbag, and finally earnestly telling her to take good care of herself.

Leng Yue's face darkened. "Are you seeing me off? Why are you being so solemn? I really don't know if you're reluctant to part with me or eager to get rid of me."

"Don't overthink it, I'm just trying to help you." Wan Jiaxiang looked at Leng Yue with a smile. "I only did it because I saw that you're a girl and can't carry it all by yourself. You're really ungrateful!"

"Isn't it because you're so enthusiastic? We've been deskmates for months, after all. Putting everything else aside, we still have a bond of camaraderie, right? Why are you so happy to hear that you won't be sitting with me?" Leng Yue crossed her arms and looked at Wan Jiaxiang with a scrutinizing gaze.

Wan Jiaxiang didn't mind. He bent down to arrange the stool in the book for her and tidied up her desk before looking up. "You can sleep more peacefully here. I checked, this place is empty, and there are no dangerous items around. It's safer to sit here."

Leng Yue looked around and nodded. "I didn't expect you to be so observant?"

"Alright, you can sit down now." Wan Jiaxiang patted Leng Yue's seat. "Sit down properly, class is about to start." After saying that, Wan Jiaxiang returned to his own seat.

Leng Yue sat in her seat, glanced at Wan Jiaxiang's back and... his new deskmate, and then peacefully fell asleep. Actually, for Leng Yue, changing seats wasn't a bad thing; at least she didn't have to worry about affecting the other students.

Leng Yue said she was not bothered by the nickname "beauty fades" and had no way to refute it.

At first, Leng Yue was just unlucky, dropping flowerpots and bricks. Her opponent's goal was clear: to kill her. However, perhaps because she kept regenerating, the opponent's attack range began to expand. Getting close to her could easily result in being caught in the crossfire.

Now that such a large snowball has appeared, Leng Yue is truly afraid that one day an even bigger indiscriminate attack will occur. What if the other side creates an earthquake or something? What should she do then? Leng Yue lay on the table, her mind racing with wild thoughts.

The difficulty of "Death Countdown" is increasing, and Leng Yue is somewhat at a loss. She still doesn't understand the rules of this mission. Does she simply need to successfully avoid one calamity to pass, or does she need to do something else to pass?

Moreover, there was still one thing Leng Yue didn't understand: what role was the judge playing? Although her lifespan hadn't ended, this mode of infinite resurrection was just too exaggerated.

Leng Yue had seen other ghosts in the underworld, many of whom, like her, had died before their lifespans were over. However, none of them had been granted a pardon and reborn. Being pardoned and reborn once or twice was lucky, and Leng Yue would be happy. But when she was reborn three, four, or even dozens of times, Leng Yue began to panic. Because this was completely unscientific; it was too fantastical!

It's said that one is obligated to those who offer food and drink, and Leng Yue, being a judge who is endlessly resurrected, is constantly taken care of by the Black and White Impermanence. Every time she returns, she brings them countless offerings of incense, candles, and paper money. As a result, a virtuous cycle ensues, with each death bringing even more attentive service. In the words of the White Impermanence, it's like receiving supreme VIP service.

Not to mention others, even the Ox-Head and Horse-Face, who used to ignore Leng Yue, started smiling at her! Unlike their previous dignified and imposing manner, now they acted like security guards receiving a sugar daddy every time they saw Leng Yue.

Leng Yue said that every time she sees the horse-faced demon with its mouth wide open in a grin, her teeth hurt. She always wants to ask them, "Aren't you tired of grinning like that?"

Because of the presence of Leng Yue, the status of Hei Wuchang (Black and White Impermanence) rose accordingly. Previously, if Hei Wuchang wanted to enter the underworld, they had to bow and scrape to Ox-Head and Horse-Face, saying, "Hey, brother, you've worked hard. I'll treat you to a drink later!"

Now, Black and White Impermanence led Leng Yue inside without even saying a word. Instead, Ox-Head and Horse-Face rushed to open the door, grinning widely and saying, "You two have worked hard, please come in! We brothers will treat you to drinks another day!"

Look, look, how fast the wheel of fortune turns! The rich and powerful are the masters, while the poor and powerless are relegated to the lowest ranks. Don't think that people are just opportunists; this is a vicious cycle that even ghosts and immortals can't escape.

It must be said that Leng Yue was quite frightened when she first witnessed this situation. However, she later learned from the Black and White Impermanence that she had misunderstood.

She then asked Bai Wuchang, "Didn't you say that Ox-Head and Horse-Face were of a higher rank? Why are you being so polite to us?"

Bai Wuchang began to feign a somber tone in his reply, "We ghosts and immortals don't receive much incense offering. You offer so many good things every time. Do you think anyone wouldn't be envious? Let me tell you, you're a celebrity in the underworld now."

"Are your benefits really that low? So low that you don't even care about the dignity of gods?" Leng Yue couldn't help but gasp.

"You took it seriously? Hahaha..." Bai Wuchang explained after calming down, "Actually, it's nothing, it's not as serious as you think. It gets boring for us servants to always do the same thing. Sometimes we just like this, but don't take it seriously."

"Let me tell you, don't be fooled by how polite those two brothers are to us now. If a troublesome ghost or monster appears in the mortal realm, we'll be begging them for help. So, you absolutely can't take these things seriously; it's all just a joke," Bai Wuchang explained earnestly.

"So you guys were just joking? Seriously, I almost took it seriously!" Leng Yue rolled her eyes and replied.

"Just kidding! Hahaha..." Bai Wuchang laughed happily.

Looking back now, Leng Yue realizes it wasn't all that complicated. She'd been flattered and become a little arrogant, thinking she'd discovered something extraordinary. But after Bai Wuchang's explanation, she understood it was just a game they were playing.

It's also good that Bai Wuchang is a good person, otherwise Leng Yue might have thought until her death that ghost immortals were pitiful and had no dignity!

Even a ghost immortal, at least a minor immortal, possesses divine status, magical power, and merit. Through centuries of accumulation, even if they're not particularly remarkable, their foundation remains. It's just that she sees through it all, and only because Leng Yue paid for it and was willing to have some fun with her.

Just like the people you meet in the workplace, each matter is separate from the next. Let bygones be bygones, don't take it too seriously.

Everyone wants to spend money happily, not be mistreated. No wonder the Black and White Impermanence offer VIP service; it's truly a delightful and enjoyable experience. It's not that they're slick or cunning; they just have high emotional intelligence, making others comfortable and themselves comfortable too.

That time, Leng Yue said at the end, "I think I understand why you use the word 'service'..."

The usually taciturn Black Impermanence said, "The little one has a high level of comprehension; he can start cultivating."

Leng Yue didn't quite understand, but when she pressed for more information, Hei Wuchang refused to say anything.