Chapter 2: Meng Po hands in her resignation at Yama's Hall. "Please invite the little guest outside the hall in..."

"Come back to your senses! Come back to your senses!" Xie Bian's pale face appeared in front of him. Wen Yu was shocked and suddenly came back to his senses.

Looking at Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu in front of him, Wen Yu lay on the table in frustration.

Yes, Lu Yun passed away a long time ago, and I don’t know how many times he has been reincarnated by now.

He, a mortal, could still wait for the person he loved, but Wen Yu had wasted three hundred years in the underworld but got nothing.

Over the past three hundred years, Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu have attracted countless ghosts, and countless people have crossed the Naihe Bridge, but there is no trace of that man.

Seeing her expression, Xie Bian nudged Fan Wujiu with his elbow and nodded at Wen Yu. Fan Wujiu pursed his lips and said nothing.

Xie Bian spoke soothingly, "Don't worry. Wu Jiu and I promised you that we would find that person for you. As long as his spirit is still there, he will report to the underworld. Wu Jiu and I will be even more careful."

Fan Wujiu raised an eyebrow, "The ghosts in the human world are under the jurisdiction of the underworld. All those who have passed away must cross the Naihe Bridge and enter the cycle of reincarnation."

That is to say, after a mortal passes away, his soul will be summoned to the Naihe Bridge by the Black and White Impermanence, without exception.

"Lord Wuchang, have you two really never made any mistakes while on duty?" Wen Yu chuckled. Could it be that there was some oversight that caused him to be reincarnated?

Xie Bian picked up the soup spoon, weighed it in his hand, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Master Mengpo, how about you reorganize your words?"

"But what if he is not a mortal?" Of the three realms of heaven, earth, and man, the underworld only governs the reincarnation of ghosts from the human world, while the heavenly realm is not part of this. Fan Wujiu said it all.

For three hundred years, neither the soul of that person had returned to the human world nor the underworld had any record of his reincarnation. He and Bi'an had not received a single message about summoning his soul.

Unless... he is not of this world.

"Not an ordinary person, that is..." Wen Yu murmured, his two curved leaf-like eyebrows slightly frowned.

"It's not that I haven't thought about it, but..." It was really unbelievable. He was clearly an ordinary person at that time. Although his fate was rich, there was nothing special about him.

"Before, it was just speculation, and I didn't dare to jump to conclusions. But now..."

Wen Yu took over the conversation, "But now three hundred years have passed. Forcing a mortal soul to stay in the human world for so long, there is only one outcome."

If you go against the will of heaven, your soul will be destroyed.

Wen Yu pondered for a moment, then suddenly stood up and patted Bai Wuchang, "Xie Bian, remember to return this soup spoon to Fengdu Jun for me! I have to go to the human world!"

Now that there is no news in the underworld, she has no choice but to go to the mortal world to continue searching, to confirm it.

"You might as well go to the underworld yourself. You know that our King of Hell is not easy to deal with," Xie Bian waved his hands repeatedly.

"What's more, he somehow returned to the Netherworld today. You can definitely catch him if you go there now." He hadn't found any trace of Taimu for three hundred years, and she might be furious right now.

Xie Bian was delighted.

Wen Yu's eyes rolled, and she made a gesture. A letter of resignation flew out from the west wing on the second floor and landed directly in her hands.

She spun around, and her clothes suddenly turned into a light green color. She had two round little buns on her head, each with a strand of green tassel hanging down, which made her look even more beautiful and charming.

"That makes sense!" She had been working in the underworld for three hundred years and had yet to thank Fengdu Jun for his care. Since she was leaving today, it was time for her to go herself.

"Your official document? Was it prepared early in the morning?" Fan Wujiu looked at her posture, opened his lips slightly and shook his head.

My daughter is grown up now, I can’t keep her anymore.

"How is that possible?" Wen Yu dusted off the paper, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

"There are countless scholars and literati coming and going on Naihe Bridge. I'm looking for them to copy it!"

Wen Yu was blown away like a gust of wind, with the sound of the wind mixed with residual sounds, leaving only the flags of the Wangsheng Inn fluttering.

"Xie Bian! Help me watch the store!"

The deafening sound of suona echoed across Fengdu Ghost Market. I wonder which neighbor was getting married to a ghost.

Wen Yu saw from afar the rat demons carrying a red sedan chair, carried by eight people, bouncing along the long street. She shrugged and continued on her way to the Netherworld Palace, behind the Ten Yama Kings.

On the hillside of Qianji Mountain, the mountain supported the Netherworld Palace with an embracing force. Dark clouds covered the city, sweeping away the lively atmosphere on the ghost market street. Except for the oil lamps on the heads of the little ghosts every ten steps, there was no more light in the Netherworld Palace.

"Why don't you stay in the mortal world and be a broken stone? Why do you come to my territory? I'm mad at you! Get out of here now!" The sound of the wind faintly conveyed the impatience of Fengdu Jun.

Could it be that Fengdu Jun had already calculated the purpose of my trip? Wen Yu swallowed her saliva. No, no, no, she is a legitimate Immortal Lord of the Wood Element, not a stone.

There was a rustling sound in the hall, so there must be more than just Fengdu Jun. Wen Yu looked inside. The firelight in the hall was dim, and he could only see two heavy black shadows, their reflections stretched out very long on the ground.

Fengdu Jun supported his head with one hand, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but the aura around him was very bad.

The other person was facing the door sideways, his face half-hidden in the shadows. His features could not be seen, but one could vaguely make out his elegant demeanor.

"I'm only here to take care of some official business, but I don't know why you're so angry. If you're not interested in official business, why not invite the little guest outside in for tea first?"

The man's voice was clear and light, and it felt like being under a clear spring in the mountains. Wen Yu couldn't help but think of the fish sashimi he had eaten in the human world before, and his thoughts flew to the ninth heaven.

This trance did not last for a moment before it was interrupted by the "cordial greetings" of Fengdu Jun.

"Xiao Meng! What are you doing sneaking around like that? Why don't you get in? Are you waiting for me to send someone to carry you?"

The little ghosts holding the oil lamps scattered, and Wen Yu's figure was like a stone on the shallows after the tide receded, with nowhere to hide. She shuddered and crawled into the inner hall.

"My lord, please calm down! My lord, please calm down!"

"Since the Lord has a distinguished guest, Xiao Meng will not disturb him for now!" Damn Xie Bian! Since Fengdu Jun is meeting a guest, why didn't you say so earlier! I'll knock your hat off and use it as a rag!

Fengdu raised an eyebrow but didn't respond. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the resignation letter flew out of Wenyu's arms, which was about to slip away, and landed steadily between Fengdu's fingers.

"Meng Po Wen Yu has served as the head of the Samsara Department for three hundred years. Now, I am old and frail, my hearing and eyesight are dim, and I am unable to bear the heavy responsibility. I hereby resign from the Netherworld Fengdu Lord and return to the Spring Temple..."

Fengdu recited the words word by word, the slow sound hammering at Wenyu's heart. A mortal would feel the same way after meeting Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu in the afterlife.

What about the deafness, old age, and frailty? God knows the scholar on the Naihe Bridge was actually unreliable, and the writing was too exaggerated. This is all...

"What is all this? Bullshit!" Fengdu raised his hand, and the little ghost holding the oil lamp came to him. With the flying of his fingers, the resignation document was licked by the flames and turned into ashes in a few seconds.

Wen Yu was upset and angry when he saw that all his official documents had disappeared.

The man beside him moved slightly, and seemed to laugh softly, but soon stopped.

Wen Yu was not sure if he had heard it wrong. His eyes moved away from Fengdu's hand and unconsciously looked towards the man.

"Let's not discuss this matter for now."

Fengdu narrowed his eyes and looked between Wenyu and the other man, clapped his hands, and said with a wicked smile:

"Xiao Meng! You can't be impolite when entertaining guests. Why don't you come forward and greet them quickly?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Yu hurried forward, the hem of her skirt swaying with her steps, but she didn't dare to get too close, and stopped below the two of them about ten feet away.

"Si Wenyu, the head of the Reincarnation Department of the Netherworld Palace, greets the Immortal Lord."

The man heard the sound and turned around.

The morning light clears the clouds and mist, and the true face gradually reveals itself.

He wore a crescent-colored robe, embroidered with lotus flowers woven from black silk. The dancing candlelight on the cloud-patterned hem of his sleeves resembled exploding fireworks.

This person looks like a banished immortal and is very noble. Below his naturally beautiful eyebrows, his eyes are gentle and clear, like a piece of warm jade. Even if you don't touch it, you can still feel its temperature.

Just like his voice, Wen Yu thought, it was three parts handsome and seven parts distant.

Not bad, not bad! Good looks!

Suddenly, something exploded in Wen Yu's brain!

The whirlpool of memory pulled Meng Po back to more than three hundred years ago. Fragments of time came one after another, and gradually what became clear was the man's gentle face, which overlapped with the face in front of her layer by layer.

There was no sound of wind in the room, and the candlelight flickered slightly. The man was still sitting quietly, not saying a word, but his eyes were fixed on Wen Yu.

When she met that person's gaze, Wen Yu's eyes, already filled with panic, were filled with tears, unable to calm down for a long time...

"Song...Rinsheng?"

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