As the broadcast ended, Wang Yao and his group heard a commotion not far away. They quickened their pace and rushed over to see what was happening. They found groups of ghost soldiers heading to the front lines, cheering loudly upon hearing the broadcast.
"In the end, our Underworld is still the best. How can the other five realms compare to us? Look at us, we get paid even though we don't work, and our social insurance and housing fund are paid by the higher-ups. Which realm is better than our Underworld?"
"Exactly, exactly! I can't stand those lousy ghosts who envy the immortal realm and the divine realm, always complaining about how bad our underworld is. They can't stand even the slightest bit of goodness in our underworld! Such boldness and such a grand gesture, who in other realms can compare?"
"The Ten Kings of Hell are the great saviors of our underworld. As long as the Ten Kings of Hell lead the Great Calamity of Corpse Qi, our underworld will not be in great chaos!"
As the ghosts hurried along their way, they whispered excitedly to each other, while the ghost warriors holding whips also shouted smugly.
"Listen to this, listen to this! This is our underworld, these are our leaders! Why aren't you moving faster? How can you face them?"
"Yes, yes, yes, what you say is right, sir!" A ghost passed by the ghost priest and said with a smile. He was so busy talking that he slowed down his steps, and the line of people immediately crowded together.
The ghost warrior raised his eyebrows and whipped the ghost. The ghost's expression changed, and it hurriedly walked forward. The ghost warrior was about to strike down with the whip, but after thinking about it, he felt that striking a ghost at this moment was really out of place with the harmonious atmosphere created by the broadcast earlier, so he reluctantly put the whip away.
“You cunning devil, you’re quite enlightened. Where are your leaders here?” Eunuch Wei asked in a high-pitched voice as he approached with a smile.
Upon seeing Eunuch Wei, the ghostly scholar's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly bowed down.
"Qiao Sanhuai, a first-level ghost warrior from floor zero, pays his respects to Lord Ghost!" the ghost warrior called out.
"Get up, get up. We have urgent business to attend to and need to see your leader," Eunuch Wei said with a smile, waving his hand.
"The work of dealing with the calamity in this area is currently being overseen by the Dao Master of the Reincarnation Path on this floor. My immediate superior is Director Liang of the Industrial Office of the Sixth District of the West. I wonder if Lord Ghost Lord wishes to see the Dao Master or Director Liang? I will take you there immediately," the ghost warrior asked.
"You little rascal, you're quite amusing. Of course, I need to see the Dao Master of the Samsara Path, but I'm not in a hurry to see your Director Liang," Eunuch Wei said with a smile.
"Yes!" the ghost warrior replied, standing up. In the blink of an eye, the whip in his hand grew thicker and longer, and with a whoosh, without any warning, he lashed it down at the crowded stream of ghosts in the corridor.
As the whip fell, the ghosts let out a wail. Wang Yao saw that the whip had been modified, as it left a straight black mark wherever it struck, whether on the ghosts' bodies or on the ground. The ghosts with the black mark hurriedly moved aside.
Without a word, the ghost warrior unleashed several whip shadows in the corridor, leaving two clear, straight black lines on the floor. The ghosts squeezed against the walls on either side, not daring to touch the black lines, yet they continued to slip along the edges and hurry forward.
"Lord Ghost Lord, the distance ahead is far. I have dared to use a speed spell. Please be patient and follow me." The ghost warrior turned his head and bowed to Eunuch Wei.
"Of course, of course, you lead the way," Eunuch Wei said with a smile, then turned to Wang Yao and bowed. "Lord Matchmaker, this way please..."
With a wave of his hand, a black wheelchair suddenly appeared in front of Wang Yao.
"Although our Flying Cloud Chariot isn't very fast, it can easily keep up with the speed and magic of a ghost warrior. Please, Lord Yue Lao, take a seat. I wonder if Lady Fairy would like to have one too?" Eunuch Wei said with a smile, then looked at Lady Fairy.
"I have legs and feet, what do I need that thing for?" The fairy maiden said impatiently, having a bad impression of Eunuch Wei.
Wang Yao's face darkened. "You have legs and feet, so am I disabled, without legs or feet? Damn it, just because I'm not good enough, I'm looked down upon by the immortals?"
"The fairy maiden's magic is truly wondrous; it's our family that's been meddling." The eunuch Wei wasn't annoyed at all. After saying this with a smile, he saw that Wang Yao was settled in his wheelchair before nodding to the ghost warrior waiting to the side.
The ghost immediately bowed to him again, turned around, and his figure flashed forward. Wang Yao's wheelchair also moved without wind, rolling forward closely following the ghost's figure. Eunuch Wei and the fairy followed along as if nothing had happened.
The further they went, the denser the ghostly flow became. The ghost warriors would run for a while, then stop and crack their whips. Wang Yao, sitting in his wheelchair, initially felt like Zhuge Liang, who strategized and won battles from afar. But after running for a while, he realized something was wrong.
This is ridiculous! A ghost is whipping another ghost in front of him while he sits leisurely in a wheelchair behind him, looking just like a gangster boss or a thug. He's not Zhuge Liang at all.
"Hey! Slow down, please. Stop whipping me all the time, okay?" Wang Yao knew that the Underworld had this problem, and he really wanted to see Hui Shuo and Qin Su, but this scene still made him very uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but speak up to stop them.
"Immortal, you don't know, these ghosts just need a beating. If you don't beat them, they'll all be able to fly to heaven. I even made a lot of noise when I cracked the whip, but look at them, they're still like they're deaf. They don't know to move aside unless the whip hits them."
The ghost scholar explained to Wang Yao in a nonchalant manner.
"I told you not to hit, so don't hit. What nonsense are you spouting? Does the immortal need to hear your explanations?" Eunuch Wei coldly shouted from the side.
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