Chapter 176 Yama: I Want to Die Again
Zhuo Fan chuckled and then quickly fled. He'd had enough of being a third wheel all day; he wanted to be a quiet person now.
But then he remembered something and ran back. "Master, Master, we seem to have forgotten something very important."
Yu Xiaoluo looked at him blankly, "What is it?"
"We need to perform a ritual for the deceased. There are still so many ghosts lingering in the village. It doesn't seem right for them to all be gathered together now."
Yu Xiaolu slapped her forehead, "How could I forget about that? But I'm so sleepy—"
Bao Shuoyu smiled and said, "How about we forget about it? I'll just go and scatter their souls, and that will solve the problem. I won't perform any rituals to help them pass on to the afterlife."
Yu Xiaolu rolled her eyes at him and sighed softly, "I'll handle this. Zhuo Fan, you go back and rest first."
Zhuo Fan nodded. Since he couldn't be of any help anyway, he might as well go back and catch up on some sleep.
Yu Xiaoluo was also helpless. She didn't expect that what should have been a simple matter would turn out to be so complicated. However, if this matter was not resolved, there would be endless troubles and the villagers here might all suffer. So Yu Xiaoluo and Bao Shuoyu had no choice but to return to the main road once again.
She really couldn't afford to put in the effort to perform the rituals for so many souls. Although there weren't as many as those in Ghost Valley, there were still two or three hundred ghosts, and Bao Shuoyu didn't know how to do that.
It seems I can't escape going to the underworld after all.
"I hate the underworld," she muttered.
Just as she was getting a headache, Little Fairy appeared and said, "Master, it seems that Yama gave you a kind of incense last time. After you light it, you can talk to him."
Yu Xiaoluo was overjoyed, "Where? Where? Go find it quickly—"
"I—how would I know—"
"So I'll send you to find it."
Little Fairy sighed helplessly, "There's so much fragrance in the space, I'm going to die."
A moment later, the little fairy held several incense sticks in each of her paws. "I know which one it is. Let's light them all. Surely one of them will be the right one."
Yu Xiaolu thought about it and felt it made a lot of sense, so she lit all ten or so incense sticks. As a result, a ghost would appear one moment and a local deity or the Kitchen God the next. Yu Xiaolu waved her hand and said, "Go back, go back, you called the wrong name."
The summoned ghost or deity left completely bewildered. It had flown over at the speed of light, nearly killing the person who had been summoned, only to find out that the person had simply made a mistake. Although the person was furious, there was nothing they could do, since the person was a powerful and ruthless figure, a master of metaphysics.
With only two incense sticks remaining and no ghosts or spirits appearing, Yu Xiaoluo placed them together. "Little Yama, come out quickly! I need your help! If you don't come out, I'll smash your underworld to pieces!"
King Yama was still working overtime in the palace, looking at the ghosts he had brought back from Ghost Valley. He finally made arrangements for them all, let out a long sigh of relief, and stretched his old back. "Ah, it's finally done. Master, please don't cause any more trouble. If you do, I'll have to die again."
He was about to go to rest when he suddenly heard a very familiar voice, "Little Yama is over there! Come out now! Come out now! If you don't come out, I'll kill you!"
Yama shuddered. Wasn't that his master's voice? Why was she looking for him again?
She's contacting me; it can't be anything good.
Cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead, but he still maintained a humble demeanor, and his face appeared in the smoke rising from the incense stick of Zhong Yu Xiao Luo.
"Master, are you looking for me?"
"Hey, my good disciple, you've finally appeared. This incense really works. Do you have any more? Give me a few more."
The King of Hell was speechless for a moment, then said, "I gave you a bundle."
"Uh, okay, good boy. By the way, look around. These are all people who were killed by a ghost king. They all died unjustly. There are also a few wandering ghosts that she summoned. You can take them all in."
The King of Hell's mouth twitched wildly. "There are... several hundred ghosts, aren't there?"
"Hmm, I wouldn't bother calling you if you were Ghost Young Master. You handled it yourself. Calling you wouldn't be a waste of your talents, would it? Are you being a disobedient disciple?"
The King of Hell is about to cry; can he say it's not true?
He looked at the dark mass of ghosts, his face filled with utter despair. No, utter despair of death.
"This, this—the ghost messengers finally decided to give them two days off, but now—I'm afraid they'll all go on strike, Master."
"If they dare not do it, fire them! My good disciple, you mustn't be soft on them! It's not good that there's no competition in your underworld. You need to improve it. Let the capable and willing people—ghosts—take the lead. If they don't want to do it, they can get out!"
The King of Hell's lips twitched a few more times.
Sigh, this underworld is dark and gloomy, the salary is low, and the working environment is terrible. Who would want to work there? You didn't want to come either, did you?
He only stayed because he promised those ghost messengers a holiday and a raise; otherwise, they would have all run away long ago.
Forget the ghost messengers, even he was so tired that he wanted to reincarnate. At least in terms of reincarnation, the first benefit would be to lie flat in a woman's belly for ten months, sleeping and eating all day long. That would be the life of a god.
He absolutely couldn't let the ghost messengers hear this, or they would really rebel, and he would lose his official position. He puffed out his chest and refused righteously, "Master, it's not that I don't want to help you, but how about we let them recover in a couple of days before they come to collect the soul? What do you think?"
"Uh, that's fine then. Oh, right, I suddenly remembered that you still owe me one hundred taels of silver. Let me do the math. In that dynasty, one hundred taels of silver was equivalent to 400,000 RMB. After a thousand years, or 12,000 months, with principal and interest compounding, how much would that be at least?"
Yu Xiaoluo counted on her fingers one by one, "One zero, two zeros, right, then eight zeros, how many billions is that again—"
She became more and more confused as she calculated, while Bao Shuoyu smiled calmly and said, "4.8 billion."
"Yes, yes, this 4.8 billion is only simple interest; it must be compounded interest. Let's calculate it again."
King Yama was trembling all over. "No, no, don't forget it! I'll go and call the ghost messengers right away!"
After he finished speaking, his profile picture disappeared instantly.
Bao Shuoyu gave her a thumbs up, "My Luoluo is amazing. She's worthy of being my girlfriend. She's really good at calculating, and she even managed to outsmart the King of Hell."
Yu Xiaoluo looked at him, her smile as bright as a flower, her starry eyes narrowing into crescent moons. "So, do you know my true identity now?"
Bao Shuyu nodded. "I can only guess roughly."
Since things have come to this point, Yu Xiaoluo no longer has anything to hide. Since she's being honest, she might as well be completely honest.
So Yu Xiaoluo explained her identity and past experiences in a clear and concise manner.
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