On the lonely boat drifting in the center of Wangchuan River, Chu Yuyan watched as the lavender energy field gently yet forcefully suppressed the waves on Wangchuan River.
"Interesting." He looked in the direction of Yama's Palace and raised the corners of his mouth.
Chu Ze, who had just stepped into Area 10, naturally did not miss this grand lavender energy field.
He felt a little relieved and envious: "That's great."
Bai Ningning felt the magic of the "energy field" for the first time. She was clearly in the Palace of Yama, but she could "see" from a distance that in the farthest District 10, Chu Ze was holding an evil ghost by the neck and questioning him.
His eyes were fierce, and he looked more like a street bully than a deputy king of hell.
He has no energy and looks depressed and sad.
Bai Ningning realized the field had reached its end. She opened her eyes and looked at the Black and White Impermanence with a complicated expression. She asked, "How do I retract this energy field?"
Black and White Impermanence: “?”
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"It's reached its limit." Bai Ningning gestured slightly with her hands. "Or is it okay if I don't retract it? But I feel like it's draining my energy bar. Will it be like yesterday, where I passed out after it's all used up?"
Xie Bian was quite confused: "How can you release without taking in? Isn't this as natural as breathing? How can you exhale without inhaling?"
Bai Ningning: QAQ.
Fan Wujiu was even more confused: "You were distracted, how come the energy field is still continuing?"
He was just worried that Bai Ningning was too exhausted and wanted to call a halt early.
Now that I think about it, it would be useless even if I called for a stop. Bai Ningning seemed to have an extraordinary talent for multitasking.
Xie Bian: "You just do the opposite and take back these energy fields."
Before he could finish his words, Bai Ningning rolled her eyes and fell down again.
Black and White Impermanence: “…”
Qinghuai silently carried her to the sofa bed.
Xie Bian looked at Fan Wujiu with a worried look on his face and said with difficulty, "I have no experience raising children."
Fan Wujiu shrugged and spread his hands: "Neither do I."
When they arrived at the underworld, it was already quite mature. The previous King of Hell had kept everything in perfect order, and they only needed to complete their work as ghost messengers step by step.
Even the acting King of Hell, Chu Ze, was not taught by the two of them, but was taught the methods by the previous King of Hell himself.
The ghost duo was completely in the dark.
Is Little Yama strong? Yes, very strong. Highly talented, with unlimited potential for the future.
But she hadn't learned how to use her powers yet, and they had no experience teaching her.
When Chu Ze saw the energy field suddenly disappear, he realized that Bai Ningning might have fainted again. He immediately dropped the evil ghost at hand and ran to the Palace of Yama.
The evil spirits who were secretly watching were confused and murmured quietly: "He ran so fast, is he going to be usurped?"
"Is it the terrifying new King of Hell from yesterday?"
All the ghosts fell into bad memories and dispersed in silence.
No matter who the King of Hell is, they will never have a good life!
When Chu Ze returned to the Hades Palace, he saw Fan Wujiu pestering Qing Huai: "Why don't you say something! You remain silent when I ask you anything. At least give me a response! Are you mute? That's not right. You clearly spoke to her just now, why are you being so stingy with your words when you're here with us?"
Obviously, he was furious.
Qing Huai is like a loyal guard, standing by his lord's side and preventing the Black and White Impermanence from getting close.
Xie Bian stood aside with a cold face, staring at Bai Ningning, and it seemed that he was lost in thought.
"What are you arguing about?" Chu Ze walked over to Bai Ningning and checked her condition. "It's a small problem. She will wake up soon."
Fan Wujiu complained, "We just wanted to ask him about Little Yama's general situation, but he ignored us, and then he ignored us when we asked if he would be affected. He even ignored us when we asked his name. Don't you think this is a bit too much?"
Chu Ze said slowly, "His name is Qing Huai. He might have other reasons for not speaking. You should be polite and don't get occupational diseases."
It's like judging a demon, so it's normal for the other party not to want to speak.
Xie Bian, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up: "Did you gain anything from going to District 10?"
They were all ghost messengers. He knew that Chu Ze couldn't have suddenly wanted to go to District 10 on a whim. He must have some special purpose.
Chu Ze shook his head: "It's hard to find someone with a clear mind, let alone question them."
Upon hearing this, Fan Wujiu looked at Qinghuai meaningfully - wasn't this describing him?
Qinghuai's eyes were fierce enough to kill.
"What do you want to ask?" Bai Ningning sat up cross-legged.
"Hey, you're awake?" Chu Ze calculated the time. "I woke up earlier today than yesterday."
Bai Ningning ignored him. She was still very tired.
Before, passing out was like a cell phone automatically shutting down due to low battery. Now, waking up is not because the battery is fully charged, but because it has reached the standard level where it can barely turn on.
Fan Wujiu: "Little King of Hell, can you please tell me why your ghost is silent?"
Bai Ningning said with a dejected look: "In my next life, I want to be a sea urchin."
Everyone: “?”
Is he mentally disturbed from exhaustion? Cheer up, little King of Hell!
"Ah? What?" Bai Ningning seemed to have just heard Fan Wujiu's words. She sat up a little and responded as if it was normal, "He doesn't like to talk anyway."
Qing Huai looked at her with eyes full of condemnation.
Bai Ningning: “?”
Fan Wujiu was a little shocked at first, but from Qing Huai's reaction, he could tell that something was fishy between them. He immediately switched to gossip mode and grinned, "It seems different."
Bai Ningning pointed at herself in confusion: "Are you looking at me? Why are you looking at me? I didn't stop you from talking."
The resentment in Qinghuai's eyes deepened even more, as if he was going to spell out the words "Say it again" with ghostly energy and place them in front of Bai Ningning in the next second.
Bai Ningning: "Ah? It can't really be me, right?"
Qinghuai nodded.
Bai Ningning thought for a long time but couldn't remember where she had given such a strange instruction.
It can't be like "I advise you to shut up" before going to bed, right?
“…”
Given Qinghuai's conservative nature, he might really understand it this way.
Bai Ningning was silent for a while, then said with a guilty conscience: "Then you can talk freely now."
Fan Wujiu showed his gloating outwardly: "Huh? Really? Brother, so you are not as taciturn as she said, right?"
Qing Huai still didn't say anything and gave him a killing look.
Fan Wujiu: “…”
Excuse me.
Bai Ningning looked at Chu Ze: "If you go to District 10 to do a population... ghost population census, I can help you."
Chu Ze sat down at the stone table with a dejected look on his face. "Thank you for your kindness, but it's useless for me to just get the number. What I want to know is the whereabouts of each individual ghost. They are very mobile. I want to know if the ghosts I haven't seen recently have hidden themselves or are truly gone."
He took the pen and continued to prepare to take notes.
Bai Ningning: "Is it useful to know the name?"
Chu Ze was so frightened that his hand holding the pen trembled, and he didn't even notice that he had made a pen mark on his other hand.
Fan Wujiu and Xie Bian were also shocked and stared at her in disbelief. Fan Wujiu asked, "Not only did you just feel it, but you can also remember it?"
Bai Ningning said "hmm" calmly. Barrages of comments often appeared in front of her eyes. She was now accustomed to inputting a large amount of text, forming short-term memories, and quickly sorting out and filtering out useful information from it.
Chu Ze stood up in a flash and handed the record book to Bai Ningning with both hands: "From here on, the next five pages are all about the eighth-level ghosts in the ninth district. Take a look and see if you can remember anything."
Bai Ningning picked up a pencil and glanced at the record sheet he had made. It was clear and organized: "Tick the ones who are still there, write the number of the district they are in if they have moved away, cross out the ones who have been dragged down to hell, and put a question mark on the ones who have disappeared. Is that okay?"
"Yes, sure."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Ningning picked up the pen and wrote down everything without even thinking, as if everything was engraved in her mind.
Bai Ningning quickly marked the five pages, and Chu Ze followed up by explaining, "The next one is level seven."
Bai Ningning handed the notebook back to him: "Find me the level 8 ghosts from other districts. They are different colors."
"Color?" Xie Bian was puzzled.
Fan Wujiu was quite shocked: "So much information, you can remember it all?"
Bai Ningning seemed a little troubled and nodded her head with her index finger: "The energy field just now was like a map of a thousand miles of rivers and mountains stored in my mind."
Just like the mini-map in the game, she can access relevant information at any time.
And she had just confirmed with the roster that the colors she felt were the levels of the ghosts, some were darker and some were lighter, and even the same level had different colors, but level eight was basically dark red.
Bai Ningning quickly finished recording all the Level 8s and waited for Chu Ze to give her the Level 7 roster. She asked, "Why are you keeping this record?"
Chu Ze: "Connect with the Xuanmen Gate in the human world to facilitate the issuance of wanted orders. The situation here is complicated, and there are a few ghosts that are more troublesome."
Bai Ningning: "Oh, indeed. When we were arresting people from Hell that day, there were a few who were red to black. They looked difficult to deal with. I was afraid they would cause trouble, so I put them in the bottom layer."
Chu Ze: “…”
Black and White Impermanence: “…”
What should they say, is this the instinct of the King of Hell?
Qing Huai suddenly asked, "What color am I?"
Bai Ningning: "It's obviously black. Will I become color blind after becoming a ghost?"
Qing Huai was silent for a moment, then asked, "If you dragged me into hell that day, would you also put me at the bottom?"
Bai Ningning was puzzled: "You didn't do anything wrong, why are you put at the bottom? They are all unforgivable...Are you worried that they will be abandoned after their death? I'm not such a unscrupulous boss."
Chu Ze was stunned for a while and asked, "You can judge without looking at the scroll?"
Bai Ningning: "Ah? Based on the turbidity... just think of me as someone obsessed with looks. Qinghuai's black is quite pure, but the ones I dragged into hell are very turbid and full of impurities."
She looked skeptical: "Don't tell me you can't see it."
The three people from the original underworld suddenly felt like they were being looked down upon by rookies. Fan Wujiu was the first to get angry: "Don't question our professional capabilities! It's obvious, but our method of judgment is different from yours."
Bai Ningning's hands were tired from writing and drawing. She shook them off and continued writing and drawing while muttering to herself, "Sooner or later, I'm going to achieve a paperless office in the underworld. Everything is in my head, so why can't I use a brain projection function? If I show you this picture, can't I just slack off?"
Bai Ningning was muttering to herself, and suddenly seemed to remind herself. She stopped writing, looked up at Qinghuai, and tried to start the encrypted voice without saying anything - brain wave communication.
Qing Huai couldn't stand her cute gaze attack and admitted: "...I can help you."
Bai Ningning was delighted: "Is it possible? That's great!"
Bai Ningning jumped up in excitement and immediately called Ma Juan, her daughter, and Geng Yiyi over: "It's time for you to play your roles—"
Qing Huai: “…”
Oh, I thought too much.
Fan Wujiu complained in his heart that the contract terms of the Little King of Hell were really arbitrary, and the levels of the ghosts were also uneven. There were strong fighters like Qing Huai who could dominate a region, and there were also incomplete ghosts like Ma Juan.
There is even peach blossom evil.
He really accepts everyone who comes.
He nudged Xie Bian with his elbow and whispered, "What should we do? This makes us look useless."
Xie Bian didn't respond.
Fan Wujiu was already used to his aloofness. Knowing he was listening, he continued to mutter in a low voice, "That evil spirit seems to be staring at me all the time."
Bai Ningning tapped Geng Yiyi's head. "Don't miss this opportunity to work in the underworld openly—don't be distracted."
"I...he..." Geng Yiyi was so nervous that she was incoherent, trying to gesture to Bai Ningning to show the girl's fluttering heart.
Bai Ningning stared at her for a while, then glanced at Ma Juan, her mother, and her daughter, who had already started working, wondering, "Can't you receive my telepathy?"
Geng Yiyi's face was so red that it exploded. Her brain was in a state of panic and she had no idea what she was saying. She kept staring at Fan Wujiu, wanting to say hello but not daring to.
Bai Ningning: "...It seems that this is really not possible. Forget it, you can go back."
"Don't!" Geng Yiyi heard the last four words and quickly hugged Bai Ningning, "I can do odd jobs!"
Bai Ningning: “…”
Xie Bian folded his arms across his chest and said goodbye to Bai Ningning with a cold face: "Let's go back to Qingwei Mountain to continue the investigation. Tomorrow, we'll consider the content of your study based on the recovery of your spiritual power."
"Okay," Bai Ningning nodded, "Remember to focus on investigating the things I reminded you of."
Fan Wujiu was frightened by the stares, so he waved his hand and slipped away first.
After sending the two ghost messengers away, Bai Ningning sighed helplessly as she looked at Geng Yiyi, whose face was so burned that she lost the ability to think.
Don't you see? He doesn't recognize you at all!
This scumbag!
After leaving the underworld, Fan Wujiu breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't understand. "That look in her eyes was scary... But why did we leave early? We taught her how to use spiritual energy, but she overperformed on her own, figuring out how to release the energy field, and then she couldn't retract it and passed out... Wouldn't leaving early make us seem even more useless?"
Xie Bian glanced at him and said coldly, "Go look up information and study."
Fan Wujiu: “?”
He was enlightened and slapped his forehead: "As expected of you, you can still think of sneaking out to look up the classics! Come on, let's study secretly today and teach her something more powerful tomorrow!"
Xie Bian: "Let's check out the forbidden area in the back mountain that she mentioned first."
His lips were set tight.
Chu Ze clearly called them back to help, but not only did they fail to help, but they were helped a lot by the little King of Hell.
This feeling is really unpleasant.
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