Number 93 got his wish.

The 389s and the living souls who had been waiting cheered when they saw the group return.

Under the longing gaze of Number 94, Gu Lili had Fangfangfang project an image of Number 93 reuniting with his granddaughter onto the screen in the air. The souls below collapsed in tears, unsure whether they were moved by Number 93's wish finally being fulfilled, or lamenting their own fate.

"Drink the soup and be reborn, No. 93. I wish you a good life in your next life and that you accumulate more points."

"Thank you, young lady. I wish you... success in your cultivation and that you will soon become an immortal."

Number 93 was a highly educated person in life, but for someone like Meng Po, who had a special profession, she didn't know what blessing would be most appropriate. She could only blurt out this sentence, which made the living souls laugh. Under everyone's blessings, she drank the soup, walked slowly down the Naihe Bridge, stepped onto the ferry of the Wangchuan River, and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Number 94 can have soup now."

389 brought the soup to number 94 and said.

Gu Lili found it strange that No. 94 was also in tears when she saw No. 93's family reunion, which did not seem like she had no attachment to this world, but she was unusually resolute when she drank the soup.

"Wait, Number 94, why don't you have any family left? Don't you have any family left in this world?"

"Oh, Lady Meng Po, I still have five children in this world. Four sons and one daughter."

"Then why do you only envy number 93, but have no desires of your own?"

Number 94 looked back at the back of the queue, as if he wanted to get the consent of the people behind him so as not to cause trouble for others.

“Just tell me what’s wrong with number 94. While we were queuing, we were all telling each other about the hardships of our lives, but you remained silent. I’m curious too.”

"That's true. If we don't say it now, once we've drunk the soup, we'll never have another chance to have any regrets in this life."

"Number 94, tell your story."

The other spirits in line kept advising No. 94 until No. 389 held an empty bowl in his right hand like a microphone to his mouth, made a respectful gesture with his left hand, and then asked, "Tell me your story!" This caused the spirits to burst into laughter, and the atmosphere immediately lightened. No. 94, seeing that everyone didn't seem to mind that he had taken up their time, finally spoke slowly.

"My wife and I are old farmers from a remote mountain village. We supported five children to go to college by farming. We are a proud family in our village and even the whole county. Countless people envy us and say we are lucky. Later, our children succeeded in their studies, went to work for big companies, got married and had children. They haven't come back for several years. But that's okay. As long as the children are doing well, that's all that matters."

"Until a few years ago, my wife broke her leg. The hospital in the county said that her hip joint needed to be replaced. We only had one plot of land left after selling it to support our children's schooling. We thought that we, the two of us, could just grow a little bit each year to make enough to eat, but after my wife broke the land, even if we sold that plot, we would still be far from enough."

“I went to the city to find the children, and the doctor said that our township medical insurance would only cover 50,000 yuan after reimbursement. But the children kept passing the buck, and none of them were willing to pay. My eldest daughter-in-law even had her eldest son take the children on a trip to avoid me…”

"A family trip like this would probably cost tens of thousands in travel expenses," 389 muttered under his breath.

“That’s right. When I was alive, I took my family to Hainan, and it cost 100,000 yuan.” A middle-aged man at the back of the line heard what number 94 said and raised his head to shout at the front: “Pah, these few bastards are not good enough to beat up, ungrateful wretches.”

Number 94's eyes dimmed, and his already hunched back seemed to hunch even lower. His thin body supported his head as he swayed gently: "Sigh, it's fate, perhaps, it's all fate."

Perhaps he had lived a life of unbearable suffering over the years, or perhaps this unspeakable bitterness had been buried in his heart for too long. He was too proud to speak of it while he was alive, but after his death, he could finally put down this burden and face the injustice of fate with equanimity.

"And then what?"

Number 95 couldn't help but ask.

"Later, my wife didn't have her hip replaced, so she stayed in bed for a month or so and died."

This caused an uproar among the surrounding living beings.

"Heh, I wanted to bury my wife on our own land, but my youngest son vehemently objected, saying it would ruin the feng shui. Of our five children, he's the least successful. Although he graduated from university, his job is unpopular, so his income is meager, and he hasn't been able to settle down. My wife and I discussed transferring our land and ancestral home to him, thinking that we wouldn't let a suitable girl down in the future. But..."

At this point, No. 94 could no longer hold back, and years of grievances and resentment burst forth, causing her to sob and cry.

“The medical expenses have exhausted all my savings. I sold the old ox that plows our land so that I could barely afford to buy a coffin for my wife. I hired a professional funeral director to bury her at the foot of the mountain behind our house, in a place big enough for two people. When I’m gone, I can be buried with my wife.”

"And in the end, where were you buried?"

“I don’t know. My husband passed away less than two years ago, and then I got sick. No one came to see me, and I just died like that. Before I was dying, I told them that I wanted to be buried with my husband. I don’t know what they did.”

Number 94 wiped away her tears, her eyes filled with reluctance to part with her husband and disappointment in her children.

"Damn it, I'm so angry! Come on, swipe my card! Do you have any other services that can help that old man? I'll treat him." The middle-aged man who had been yelling at the back of the line walked angrily to the front, crossed his arms, looked at number 94 from head to toe, and then turned to Gu Lili and yelled, "Where do you swipe your card? I'll treat you, you hear me?"

Gu Lili then got a clear look at the middle-aged man in front of her. He was tall and thin, wearing an oversized old-fashioned black leather jacket. His shoulder-length hair was messily spread in front of his face, and a pair of completely black sunglasses covered his already small face, making him look a bit blind at first glance.

"Number 108, get back to the group. Disrupting the order of the underworld will result in being locked up in solitary confinement." Fangfangfang took a step forward, blocking Gu Lili's path, and said coldly.

"I'm not afraid. I'm childless by choice. I've taken care of my parents until they passed away, and I've lived a comfortable life for most of my life. It doesn't matter whether I reincarnate sooner or later. It's you lot who are incredibly old-fashioned, talking about some new-era underworld. Don't you know about karma and retribution in this new era? You..."

Number 108 gradually became agitated, and his words became increasingly unrestrained. Seeing that her warnings were ineffective, Fangfangfang made a hand seal and silently chanted a spell. A huge wave of light restrained Number 108's movements, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground. His black sunglasses also fell off and landed to the side.

"Damn it! Even if an official beats someone, you can file a complaint. This... this is outrageous..."

Number 108 propped himself up and reached for the sunglasses not far away. A little girl with number 128 hanging above her head ran over, picked up the sunglasses, and handed them to him. Just as he was about to thank her, the child suddenly burst into tears and ran away.

He raised his face, shook his head helplessly, and decided not to put his sunglasses back on: "Look, look, when I was young I was hot-blooded, and during a fight I wasn't careful and someone stabbed me in the eye."

Seeing this, Number 94 hunched over and slowly walked up to him, helped him put on his sunglasses, and then tidied the messy hair in front of his face: "Child, thank you, Uncle. You are a good person and will be blessed."

Number 108 brushed aside the other person's hand that was hanging in front of his eyes, and sneered: "Hey, what good fortune or bad fortune, old man, wake up in your next life." After saying that, he limped to the back of the line, to his original place in line.

But Gu Lili caught a glimpse of him wiping his face with his right hand as he turned away, accompanied by sobs he was trying to suppress.

"Number 108 died while rescuing four drowning children. When it was his turn, he was too weak to continue... In his next life, he will be well-fed and clothed and live a happy and fulfilling life."

When Fangfangfang read these words, she just stared indifferently at the departing figure of 108, like a machine broadcasting a program, without any emotion in her voice, yet Gu Lili was moved.

Seeing that the little incident was over, number 389 leaned over to number 94 and asked, "What about your daughter? Didn't you take care of her either?"

“My daughter is not doing well on her own. After graduating from university, she disregarded her husband’s advice and hastily married a man from another place, thousands of miles away from home. That man often beat her. She did not leave him for the sake of her children, but blamed the mistakes on her poor family background and lack of ambition. She changed her phone number early on and cut off all contact with us.”

"Damn it!" Another angry curse came from the back of the team. This time, the team was quite quiet, but Fangfangfang seemed not to hear it. Number 94 did not continue to sigh, but smiled faintly.

"So I have no attachment to this world, Lady Meng Po. Please let me drink the soup and be reborn. But if possible, could you tell me... did my wife... was she reborn? What kind of life did she have?"

Number 94 was about to pick up the soup bowl when he seemed to remember something and withdrew his hand. Then he expressed his lingering affection to Gu Lili.

"Fangfangfang, can you find it?"

“I’ll give it a try. Number 94 remembers the other person’s date of death and name.”

“I remember, I remember, Niu Cuicui left on June 28, 2010.”

The eyes of No. 94, which had just been dim, immediately lit up with hope when they heard that the public relations department could inquire about the whereabouts of their spouse.

"Found it. I'll deploy it."

With a gentle wave of his hand, the holographic projection was activated again.

The projected screen gradually lit up, and a little girl wearing a long red velvet dress and with pigtails appeared on the screen. The little girl tiptoed around the sofa and quietly slipped towards the refrigerator. Just as her fingers touched the refrigerator door, she suddenly looked up and looked around. After confirming that no one had noticed her, she quietly opened the freezer, took out an ice pop with a pink strawberry pattern on the outer packaging, and gently tore it open and licked it.

"Mengmeng, you've stolen an ice pop again. It's winter in Australia, you can't eat ice pops now."

After the door opened, a woman in pajamas walked out of the bedroom, holding a water glass, seemingly heading to the kitchen to get some water.

The little girl pouted and said in a spoiled tone, "Mommy, there are so many popsicles in the refrigerator, they'll go bad if we don't eat them."

Hearing the voices, the man in the bedroom quickly came out and squeezed next to the woman, putting his arm around her shoulder and saying, "Alright, alright, honey, half a bottle, let our Mengmeng have half a bottle, okay?"

Just as the little girl was trying to "argue" with her mother, her father rushed to the rescue. While helping her "deal with" her mother, he also secretly winked at her, indicating their victory.

"Honey, we'll be going back to China after this job ends in a few years. Let Mengmeng have fun here and create some wonderful memories, okay?"

Without saying a word, the girl's father pulled the girl's mother into his arms, pressed his cheek against hers, and said affectionately.

"Alright, alright, just spoil her. After all, she's our family's little princess."

"Why is Mom jealous of Mengmeng? Mengmeng is the little princess of the family, so Mom is the queen of the family."

The little girl, with her charming and adorable demeanor, displayed such high emotional intelligence at such a young age that she quickly won over her parents, who then immediately discussed booking tickets for an international trip during their annual leave next month.

"That child is your wife, and she has had a very happy life."

Fangfangfang turned off the projection screen. The underworld should not pry too much into human affairs. However, Lord Guannan had given Meng Po too much authority, so she could only try her best to comply with Meng Po's requests.

"That's good, that's good. She suffered too much in her past life. As long as she's doing well in this life, I have no regrets."

Tears streamed down Old Man No. 94's face as he reached for the soup bowl with his cracked hands.

"May you have a different script and a bright life in your next life as well."

The moment Gu Lili drank the Meng Po soup, she shouted it out loud. Meanwhile, as No. 94 drank the soup, two streams of hot tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and then, as she put down the bowl, everything returned to calm.

Number 94 slowly walked down the same road, preparing to embark on a new chapter in his life.

What Gu Lili didn't know was that Fang Fangfang's gaze towards her from not far away contained a mixture of incomprehension and approval, disgust and admiration, and was much gentler than before.

"Number 95, would you like some soup?"

Number 95 was a burly man who looked to be around 40 years old. His casual clothes were neat and new, and they were even designer brands. There were not many signs of aging on his face and hands, so he probably didn't live in bad conditions.

"Drink up, why not drink? I have no regrets. I have no children, and I was an orphan before, but I've had a good life. Maybe it's because my ancestors did good deeds. Hahahaha, let's leave the time for those who have the desire to come. Let's fight again in the next life. I'm leaving now."

Without any hesitation, he drank the Meng Po soup like a bowl of hot wine before a martyr's death, refreshing and exhilarating. He downed the soup in one gulp and was reborn.

"Number 96..."

"I have no other wishes, I just want to be reborn as a human. In my next life, I'll still be a soldier, guarding the frontier."

And so it went on until number 118. Apart from some souls who saw the projection, the rest basically went to be reincarnated after drinking the soup. But strangely, some people stuck to the rules and chose to cross the river by boat, while others, like number 95 and number 108, jumped into the River of Oblivion with a splash and floated across the river. Since they were all living souls, there was no question of them drowning. The waters of the River of Oblivion would carry them to the other side.

Inside the Oak Villa, Lord Guannan was secretly observing everything happening in the Underworld. This new girl seemed to be managing the Reincarnation Office in her own way. It appeared to be against the rules, but there was no reason to punish her.

"Interesting. If this continues, other departments might face unemployment."

Ksitigarbha had quietly slipped into Lord Guannan's office again. The Great Emperor was helpless against him; this fellow was not bound by the Underworld's rules and was a half-Buddha, so even Lord Guannan couldn't easily detect him when he concealed himself. The Underworld, being close to the human realm, had adopted many things similar to the human realm, unlike the Heavenly Realm which had so many rules. Therefore, he often sneaked into Guannan's palace to freeload, especially enjoying the coffee beans in Guannan's office, which, when brewed, smelled so good it made one dizzy.

Of course, although times have changed, Ksitigarbha's path to Buddhahood still requires some ascetic practices. That's why he basically only drinks Americano, always iced.

"Ding~"

With the sound of the closing bell, it was announced that Huangquan was closing for the day.

389 started packing her things. Although Gu Lili had become Meng Po, she rushed to her room without any hesitation the moment the bell rang to signal the end of the workday.

After leaving a bewildered 389 hastily bidding farewell to the living souls, he also dashed out in a flash.

Upon arriving at Meng Po's residence, Fangfangfang had transformed it into a princess room according to Gu Lili's preferences. The room was decorated in a soft, milky white tone, with a pale pink double bed filled with various adorable cushions and plush toys. Among the plush toys was her favorite Lulu Rabbit. When she was alive, she envied her classmates who had this rabbit hanging from their bags, because it meant the rabbit's owner had visited the world's most joyful paradise. Looking up, a French crystal chandelier shimmered with dreamy light, hanging from the ceiling. Behind the chandelier was the room added for 389, accessible via a side staircase—secluded and unlikely to disturb Meng Po's rest.

The design of this princess room was clearly well thought out. Gu Lili looked gratefully at Fangfangfang, who arrived later, but the other party remained indifferent, mechanically explained the design and function of the room, and then quickly left the room.

"Oh my god~"

The last one to arrive, 389, was different. Her emotions were written all over her face. At this moment, she was praising the benefits of her secure job and the luck of being able to benefit from Gu Lili's success.

"Everyone else's ancestral graves are emitting green smoke, but mine must be on fire. I will definitely work hard, my Lady Meng Po."

While Gu Lili was distracted, 389 went up to his own second-floor apartment. Looking at the cozy little house, he felt a deep sense of emotion.

"Ding-dong."

A message from Fangfangfang popped up on my WeChat app.

"Lady Meng Po, are you satisfied with your new residence? Lord Guan Nan asked me to inform you that all departments will be having a dinner party at Guan Nan Hall tomorrow night for the Ghost Festival. You may bring your assistant."