Seeing the calm and collected demeanor of the green-robed ghost, Wang Yao sensed something was wrong. The green-robed ghost must have used some other trick, otherwise why would he be so calm? In his anxiety, he hurriedly shouted.

"Hui Shuo, go to the left!" The ghosts' concerns were not entirely unfounded. The first ring road was a dead end. Once the shuttle stopped, the ghosts from the underworld would guard the exit gate of the first ring road, just as they said, they would be trapped like turtles in a jar.

Relatively speaking, it's safer to walk in the stairwell. Although it's a bit further, he can still help Hui Shuo find more love. With many admirers as cover, the danger to the two of them is negligible.

Just as Wang Yao uttered his cry, a loud voice, like the tolling of a bell, suddenly echoed above Wang Yao, Hui Shuo, and all the ghosts.

"I was unaware that the Old Man of the Moon had graced the Underworld with his presence. I have failed to greet you properly. Please forgive me. Old Man of the Moon, please appear and speak with me."

Wang Yao blinked. It seemed that another important person had appeared. This person probably noticed the clues in Wang Yao's spell and guessed that the Old Man of the Moon had come to the underworld.

"The Old Man of the Moon isn't properly arranging marriages in the mortal realm, but instead comes to the underworld to kill ghosts? If this were reported to the Jade Emperor, I wonder how the Old Man of the Moon would explain himself? Besides, my underworld isn't some abandoned graveyard that you can come and go as you please..."

"Lord Yue Lao wants to leave, but with such meager methods, I'm afraid it's not enough. Lord Yue Lao, you and this monk are indiscriminately killing ghosts in the Underworld. Although a few ghosts are nothing, Lord Yue Lao, if you're happy, you can kill ten or a hundred times more, and the Underworld can afford it..."

"But everything has a reason, right? Could it be that this Matchmaker is now a bloodthirsty, ungrateful, and unreasonable bandit? It seems that Xi Fu's judgment isn't as good as he boasted; the person he picked isn't even as good as a ghost..."

Seeing that Wang Yao was still mixed in with the ghosts, the voice slowly tried to provoke him into showing himself. Wang Yao had never intended to hide forever; he just wanted to figure out what kind of person this guy was. But when he heard the voice mention Xi Fu, he could no longer hide.

"I never looked down on you ghosts of the underworld before, but today I realized that ghosts are still ghosts! They are meant to harm people. Your underworld marketplaces openly sell human flesh, calling it 'human tools,' and selling it like pork, chicken, duck, and fish..."

"No wonder people in the human realm never give a good look when they talk about ghosts. Look at what you've done! It's more despicable, terrifying, and disgusting than what animals do! Don't tell me you don't know, the Ghost Paradise Shopping Center isn't small either..."

"I saw it with my own eyes: human corpses hanging in the cold storage like cattle and sheep on hooks. You ghosts truly deserve the title of evil spirits!" Wang Yao put himself on the label of "good person" again, and said loudly as he stepped out of the ghost crowd.

"So that's why the Old Man of the Moon is angry." The voice muttered to itself after hearing Wang Yao's words. "Isn't the Old Man of the Moon an immortal? Why is he so concerned about the human-device relationship?"

"So you did know!" Wang Yao sneered. He was worried that this big shot from the underworld would cover up the scene and deny it. He hadn't paid attention to leaving any evidence at the Ghostly Joy Shopping Center. If this big shot from the underworld refused to admit it, it would be a headache.

Unexpectedly, this guy admitted it without hesitation, and his tone was as if he was blaming him for being a meddlesome person as an immortal. He couldn't help but feel angry again.

"So what if I'm an immortal? Does being an immortal mean you have to look down on mortals like weeds? Does it mean you have to be indifferent to the life, death, joy, and sorrow of mortals? If that's the case, then being an immortal is no better than being a stone! I, this wretched immortal, am just a mortal, so I naturally feel the pain of mortals' lives and deaths!"

"Having witnessed such perverse actions in your underworld, of course I have to intervene!" Wang Yao declared proudly.

"Oh, so the Old Man of the Moon comes from the mortal realm. I wonder if any ghosts in the underworld come from the mortal realm?" The voice, after hearing Wang Yao's impassioned rebuke, did not get angry but instead asked slowly.

"You know best whether the ghosts in your underworld come from chickens, ducks, rats, or loaches, so why are you asking me?" Wang Yao said coldly.

"You said that we in the underworld also sell chicken and duck meat. Does that mean there are people who want to seek justice for those chickens and ducks?" the voice suddenly asked in a strange tone.

"What nonsense are you talking about? We're talking about human flesh, why are you bringing chickens and ducks into this?" Wang Yao frowned and shouted.

"Lord Yue Lao, you may not know this, but many of the ghosts in our underworld also came from chickens and ducks. When they see chicken or duck, wouldn't they all be filled with righteous indignation like Lord Yue Lao?" The voice was neither arrogant nor impatient, and continued to ask slowly.

"Once you become a ghost, you become insane and don't care where you came from anymore!" Wang Yao said, but his heart skipped a beat, as if something was wrong.

"The Old Man of the Moon said to me as soon as he saw me that he had no disdain for us ghosts of the underworld. But it seems that the Old Man of the Moon was just saying that. At least for ghosts who were not reincarnated from humans, the Old Man of the Moon looked down on them and had no qualms about eating their flesh and blood from their previous lives..."

There was an undisguised mockery in his voice.

"What are you talking about? Can a person and a chicken or duck be the same thing?" Wang Yao's eyes widened.

"In the eyes of the celestial matchmaker, it's naturally a different story. Chickens, ducks, pigs, and sheep are food for humans, far inferior to noble mortals. They can only be served on a plate, and only then are they worthy of a glance from us celestial beings..."

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