Chapter 381: Transition (Part 1)
"Where's the little villain?"
[Live Assistant 9999999: Going back to process the promotion paperwork.]
Yu Huo clicked his tongue and thought to himself that this guy had no conscience. He had won all the time by following him without any effort, but he didn't even say thank you for the victory.
He looked at his own scarlet eyes reflected in the glass and asked, "Can I become a regular employee?"
Live assistant 'Qijiu' was stunned: "Aren't you curious about Jiang Feng?"
Yu Huo lowered his eyelids, hiding the emotion in his eyes, and said in a calm voice, "I'm not curious."
Livestream assistant 'Qijiu' is unbelievable: How can you not be curious? Do you even have a heart?
Yu Huo curled his lips: "Oh, so I can go and get a permanent job now?"
[Live Assistant 9999999:......]
[Live Assistant 9999999: The merit points required for regularization are 20,000 points, and the merit points required for soul nourishing liquid are 10,000 points. Please pay.]
Yu Huo's hand hovered in front of the ice-blue light curtain in mid-air. He paused for a moment, then sneered, "Are you doing this on purpose? I only have 25,300 merit points."
【Live Assistant 9999999: If it’s not enough, you can choose one of the options to pay. 】
Yu Huo narrowed his eyes, his fingers suspended in the air, floating towards the 20,000-point button.
The live broadcast assistant didn't even dare to breathe, his heart seemed to be in his throat.
The next second, the white finger was suddenly retracted.
The live broadcast assistant felt like it was breaking out in a cold sweat. Although it didn't have this function and although it was the one without a heart, it didn't stop it from being nervous.
Yu Huo seemed to do it on purpose, his smile showing the triumph of a successful prank.
"Forget it, how about you tell me about Jiang Feng first?"
[Live Assistant 9999999: ...Pretend! I won't tell you.]
"Okay, then I'll just turn it right." Yu Huo raised his hand and was about to click on the light curtain.
[Live Assistant 9999999 made a sharp blast: "By the banks of the Styx, you'll find the answer you seek!"]
Yu Huo withdrew his hand upon hearing this, raised his eyes lazily, and his scarlet eyes were covered by the jingling copper coins in the next moment, including his handsome and cold face.
There is no sign of joy, nor hesitation, and it is hard to fathom.
The live broadcast assistant sighed silently as he watched the other person's tall back as he stepped into the gate of Fengdu.
With a vindictive personality like Yu Huo, I don't know what kind of trouble he'll cause after he regains his memory. It's really worrying...
The clerk at the gate of Fengdu saw the newcomer and, changing his usual laziness, ran forward with a nod and a bow. "Sir Soul Guide, why are you back?"
Yu Huo looked at his pale and obedient face and hummed lazily, "The mission is completed."
The clerk immediately congratulated him and said, "You can become a regular employee this time, right?"
Yu Huo glanced at him: "Who knows..."
The clerk was stunned for several seconds. When he came to his senses, the young man had disappeared.
Souls were constantly coming and going at the gate of Fengdu. A newly appointed clerk watched everything from the sidelines, his face filled with suspicion. He asked, "Brother, isn't that just a soul guide? He's just an apprentice, isn't he? There's no need to be like this..."
The clerk rolled his eyes at him and snorted, "You know shit!"
“…”
Yu Huo paid no attention to the gossip behind him. He simply walked step by step towards the banks of the Styx. From a distance, he walked slowly and gracefully, but only he knew that his heart was beating wildly in his chest...
Perhaps it was because he was born with a terrifyingly strong sixth sense and was extremely alert to everything that was about to happen, so his pace became slower and slower.
The City of the Dead was still as bustling as ever, with clerks holding tokens distributing housing to everyone based on their notebooks from before death.
One of the ghosts, a man in a designer suit, threw the house number on the ground in displeasure and cursed, "What the hell is this? I don't live in the slums!"
The clerk sneered: "If you don't want to live in the slums, go live under a bridge."
The male ghost angrily pointed at his ex-wife, who was also wearing gold and silver, and said, "Then why does she have the right to live in a large flat?"
The clerk smiled and said, "Her ancestors were all kind people, so she can be protected."
The male ghost immediately retorted: "Then I also want to apply for the protection of my ancestors."
The clerk rolled his eyes and before he could say anything, the notebook in his hand was snatched away. He was about to curse, but when he saw the young man's face, his anger was instantly silenced.
The notebook was flipped through quickly. Yu Huo took a quick glance at it, then threw the notebook to the clerk and slapped the troublemaking male ghost twice.
"Your family has been troublemakers for eight generations, and you still want to live in a big flat? What kind of dream are you having?"
Seeing Yu Huo's attire and the clerk's attitude, the male ghost dared not say a word. He turned around and scolded his ex-wife, "Don't gloat over other people's misfortunes. Things change over time. Don't bully the poor young man!"
Ex-wife: "...If you're dead, stop being a teenager."
Yu Huo chuckled: "Right, right, right. Don't bully the poor young, don't bully the poor middle-aged, don't bully the poor old. The dead are the greatest... You have lived an ordinary yet stubborn life."
A layer of frost seeped out of the man's ghostly face, and he looked miserable: "Believe it or not, even if I am in the City of the Dead, I will make ten million sooner or later!"
Yu Huo looked at the male ghost's ex-wife in surprise: "Hey my, have prices risen so much now? Even dreaming requires a minimum of 10 million?"
The male ghost's ex-wife hurriedly said, "Don't bother with him. This guy is my ex-husband. I have a criminal record against him."
Yu Huo kept talking for a long time, and even after the male ghosts were taken away by the clerks, he was reluctant to leave.
The clerk stood aside, flipping through the notebook nervously, not even daring to raise his voice, as if he had an overseer following him at all times and couldn't move his hands or feet freely.
Just when he was wondering if he had not checked the almanac before going out today, the expression of the 'great god' beside him suddenly changed, and his eyes stared straight at the sea of red datura flowers not far away.
A tall man walked slowly through the sea of flowers. He was wearing a white silk Tang suit and a jacket. His long, straight, black satin hair hung down to his waist. His movements were slightly graceful, and his whole body exuded a sense of casualness.
And that face...it seemed like it was carved from the same mold as Jiang Feng's.
Yu Huo subconsciously raised his foot to chase after the figure, but the figure disappeared into the depths of the sea of flowers.
His deliberately slow pace suddenly quickened, and he finally stopped after passing through the seemingly endless sea of datura flowers.
The water of the River Styx is rushing endlessly, as if countless wronged souls are crying and roaring in the river.
Crows were circling and flying around the dead tree on the shore. The man under the tree was supporting his chin with one hand, and his amber eyes were floating over.
Those eyes were very beautiful, so pure that they seemed unable to tolerate even the slightest filth.
No, he is not Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng's eyes were bottomless, dark and gloomy, as if they were shrouded in a lingering haze all year round...
"You..." Yu Huo felt his voice was a little dry, but he couldn't help but asked in a hoarse voice: "What is your relationship with Jiang Feng?"
The man smiled, but his answer was ambiguous: "My relationship with him... Let him tell you in person."
As soon as he finished speaking, the dark water of the Styx suddenly made a strange sound, and then a silver sickle as tall as half a person flew out of the water and spun towards Yu Huo.
He subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed the handle of the sickle.
The next second, the mechanical prompt tone of the live broadcast assistant rang in my ears.
[Live Assistant 9999999: Memory...unblocked! ]
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