The Black-faced Yama suddenly appeared in front of ng Po, a smile on his face.
"What do you an by that?"
Fuming, ng Po drank another cup of ng Po Soup and leaned back against the wide chairback, showing no intention of pouring a cup for the other party.
ng Yong, standing to the side, fetched the teapot and poured tea for King Yama, guiding him to sit nearby, then respectfully retreated behind the screen inside the room.
King Yama took a sip of tea and cheerfully said, "The situation is indeed critical, and we had no choice but to resort to this last-ditch effort. I hope ng Po can forgive us."
"How critical?"
ng Po pursued relentlessly, her complexion visibly displeased.
"Did the batch you guys rushed last ti all die out?"
"To be precise, it’s that the follow-up is not keeping up," King Yama’s eyes were indifferent, and his tone turned slightly cold, "Whether you agree or not, we can’t keep coddling them like before, ti is of the essence."
"Ti is of the essence? So you let these promising little ones be stuffed like ducks and watch them disappear one after another, die? Fall like shooting stars?"
ng Po clenched her fist tightly, the aura emanating from her growing increasingly unfathomable.
"It’s been decades, haven’t we had enough? The heritage and inheritance of the Divine Continent were almost cut off under our hands, do you even know that? What on earth do you and those folks in the Celestial Court intend to do?"
King Yama said nothing.
He quietly took a sip of tea, his eyes full of evasive aning, not daring to et ng Po’s gaze.
"Boom!"
"Speak up!"
An enraged ng Po suddenly slamd the table in front of her, her hair fluttering in the air without wind.
She stared furiously at the silent black-faced giant, raging inside.
"King Yama! I’m asking you a question! Answer !"
"... I know."
King Yama let out a long sigh.
"But we... we have no choice... This isn’t my intention, it’s a joint decision made after a eting above."
"Not just the matter of Lu Wenwu, but in the future, any ghost in the Underworld for more than fifty years without reincarnation will be forced into the player selection, starting with ghosts from the Eighteen Layers of Hell."
"These ghosts selected from the Eighteen Layers of Hell will serve as the lowest-grade consumables."
ng Po’s eyes widened instantly, looking at King Yama as if he were a lunatic: "Insane! You people are really insane! You’re digging the roots of the Divine Continent! This is like drinking poison to quench your thirst! I think you’ve all lost your minds!"
"This is a helpless choice forced upon us, as it has always been."
King Yama took a folded docunt from his bosom and placed it on the tea table in front of him.
Without providing any further explanation, he vanished without a trace.
ng Po’s complexion was extrely grim, frowning as she took up the docunt to examine it.
Only in an instant, her expression changed drastically.
...
It wasn’t until the bright day of Linji that Lu Wenwu finally happily went ho with Black 985 and Bai Er Yi Yi.
Today’s earnings: 570,500.
Not too many, only sold a little over a hundred.
One reason was that Lu Wenwu did not intend to endlessly waste ti selling filled pastries, and his own motive was not achieved.
Spirit Coins were indeed important to him, but not important enough to overlook everything else.
Enhancing his own foundation was his main goal this ti.
Another reason was that Lu Wenwu didn’t carry enough materials in his personal backpack before descending to the Underworld; if he opened for sales, it would all be sold out in a few days—after all, he hadn’t planned to sell externally before.
If there’s no filled pastry for a year, he might as well be dead.
How is this life any different from the nineteenth layer of Hell?
On his way back, Lu Wenwu specially bought a new Underworld phone as his main device and got a new SIM card.
Previously, because of the nationwide Underworld livestream and exposing his contact info, the phone Bai Er Yi Yi bought for him had been flooded with ssages, making it completely unusable.
It was filled with friend requests and inquiry texts, with calls coming in as well.
Lu Wenwu thought for a second, and simply pulled out the SIM card and turned off the phone.
Maybe it would settle down after so ti.
To speak the truth, the efficiency in the Underworld is indeed ridiculously high.
In just one week, the Ghost ssenger exam results were out, much faster compared to the month-long wait in the Human World.
As expected of public servants providing 24-hour rotational services to ghosts, the efficiency is top-notch.
However, what puzzled Lu Wenwu, Black 985, and Bai Er Yi Yi was that in the section for Lu Wenwu’s exam results, there was no specific score.
Just two words – Passed.
This left both the ghosts and the human a bit confused, not knowing the reason why.
But in any case, passing is always a good thing.
Therefore, that sa day Lu Wenwu personally cooked a big feast to celebrate and awaited the upcoming interview.
Unlike the civil servant exams in the Human World.
In the Underworld, specific positions for Ghost ssengers are determined after an interview.
The intentions filled out at the beginning are a bit like the preferences filled during college applications, only playing a vague sorting role; the interview will consider these aspects accordingly.
Soon, the interview ti arrived.
Lu Wenwu followed the notification to the interview location, a very normal ancient high-rise building.
He was very happy not to have to smash through a wall and enter a tomb for the exam this ti.
While waiting in the waiting area outside the interview hall with a group of nervous ghosts, the Old Ghost sitting beside Lu Wenwu couldn’t help but ask, "Brother, are you really wearing this outfit to the interview?"
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