"But in the eyes of us in the underworld, chickens, ducks, pigs, and sheep are no different from mortals. They are all souls; if you are a mortal in this life, you might be a pig or sheep in the next; if you are a chicken or duck in this life, you might be a human in the next..."
"I just don't understand. If chicken and duck meat can be eaten, why can't human flesh? You know that in the underworld, human flesh is called a 'human vessel.' Let me tell you, here, chicken meat is called a 'chicken vessel,' and pork is called a 'pig vessel.' They are vessels for holding souls, so why can't we eat them?"
The voice was slow, yet carried an unquestionable tone as it addressed Wang Yao.
"Human artifacts are not like the remains of immortals, which can remain incorruptible. Keeping them is just a memento. We ghosts in the underworld can only maintain our vitality by consuming fresh artifacts. If human artifacts are not used, they will just rot away in vain, or be dragged away and burned to useless ashes, just like in the human world..."
"Why is it that if waste can be reused, it is simply left to rot and turn to ashes? Tell me, what kind of moral principles are these?"
"If you... if you are merely using the bodies of the dead, then I won't argue with you, since there is a difference between the living and the dead. But how can you guarantee that each of those corpses died of natural causes?"
"You must understand, without buying and selling, there would be no killing. How can you in the underworld guarantee that there won't be vengeful ghosts wreaking havoc on the human world if you treat human flesh as a rare commodity?"
Wang Yao felt a little flustered by the question from the voice. He realized that the concepts of right and wrong and ethics in the underworld were very different from those in the human world, yet they could still make sense of themselves. It seemed that he couldn't reason with the underworld using human concepts, so he had to find another way.
"I can't guarantee that, but the rules in the underworld are strict. Ghost Music Without Borders is a legitimate business, so it should have its own legal supply channels. Those sporadic ghosts roaming the human world selling human artifacts can't possibly have undergone hygiene inspection and quarantine, so we wouldn't dare to accept them."
The voice hesitated for a moment before speaking to Wang Yao.
"A few sporadic ghosts roaming the human realm selling human weapons? So you actually have a regular army that kills people and takes their weapons in the human realm?" Wang Yao sneered.
"Old Man of the Moon, what are you saying? My Underworld is not separate from the Six Realms and has become a separate realm. It is also subject to the control of the Heavenly Court. Do you think the Heavenly Court would allow us to send out ghosts to do whatever we want and wreak havoc on the human world?" The voice sneered.
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