You, a living person, are telling me I've served in the underworld for ten years?

Chapter 135 Zhong Kui: What is there to fear from mere heretics?

Yang Shuai's second uncle was already in poor health and had just had a bridge built last month.

When Yang Shuai got married, he was still in the hospital, so he didn't get to see Yang Shuai who was "going home to say goodbye".

The family was afraid of upsetting the old man, so they didn't dare tell him about it.

So the old man only knew that Yang Shuai had hanged himself, but he didn't know that Yang Shuai had returned home after his death. When he saw Yang Shuai's face clearly, he couldn't catch his breath!
In Hui parlance, it means that Yang Shuai's second uncle died.

The call came on Yang Shuai's fortieth birthday.

The whole family ran out.

soon.

A wail erupted.

Yang Shuai stood there helplessly, heartbroken, and said, "Old Chen, I... I shouldn't have come back."

He had been thinking of coming to collect his soul himself after his second uncle called out to him, but now that his second uncle was really gone... especially since he had been frightened to death by him, he couldn't help but feel sad.

As a good friend, Gu Jinghui quickly comforted him, "It's alright. Your second uncle is already this old. The sooner he dies, the sooner he'll be free from this burden... Besides, we're all civil servants in the underworld. We have connections down there. We can send your second uncle down to enjoy a life of luxury. Wouldn't it be better for him to be reborn into a wealthy family than to be paralyzed in a hospital bed?"

Chen Yang also spoke up: "Your second uncle died of old age. His lifespan ended today. Even if you didn't come back to scare him, he wouldn't have lived past today."

"........."

Hearing this, Yang Shuai's mood immediately improved.

His second uncle has two sons and a daughter. They were all there today because of the occasion at Yang Shuai's house. The two sons were fine, but the daughter seemed a bit upset and said some harsh words...

"Muhammai, you're already dead, why did you come back!"

Although he said it in anger, Yang Shuai didn't know how to say it, after all, he was the one who scared his second uncle to death.

He remained silent for a long time, knowing that it would be useless to say anything at this point, so he could only look at Chen Yang, hoping that Chen Yang could make a decision.

Chen Yang said, "Everyone, don't rush. Let's carry the person into the room first."

He works in the funeral industry. Although there are big differences between Hui and Han funeral customs, it is never good to leave a dead person out in the sun.

The person was carried into the room.

The women were all crying, but the men still had to take charge. The imam and relatives were still there, so they had to finish the family's "Ermali" first. After that, the whole family started getting busy.

The Hui people do not have the concept of "laying the body in state".

Generally, after a person passes away, unless they are waiting for a close relative who lives far away, the burial usually takes place the following day.

The family had to find someone to dig up the grave, fry fried dough sticks and fried dough twists, and order mourning clothes and hats.

The mourning clothes are prepared for family members, and the mourning hat is actually the traditional white hat of the Hui people. In addition to family members, people who come to attend the funeral will also be given mourning hats.

In addition, you need to exchange some coins for small change, which will be distributed to those who come to the funeral. Usually, it's 30 dollars for men, 20 dollars for women, and 10 dollars or 5 dollars for children. In short, everyone who comes gets a share.

Chen Yang also took the opportunity to learn about the funeral customs of the Hui people.

In addition, Hui people do not use the term "funeral ceremony" but rather "sending off the deceased."

After being prompted by Chen Yang, Yang Shuai stepped forward and said, "Aunt, Uncle... Dad, Mom, Aunt, actually, there's something I want to tell you when I come back this time."

The group of people, who had been heartbroken, all turned to look at them.

Previously, because of the sudden death of his second uncle, many people had forgotten... that Yang Shuai was dead!
He's a ghost now!

It's a hanged ghost!

Yang Shuai didn't keep you in suspense and said, "As you all know, I'm already dead. Then, through some coincidences, I passed the exam for a position in the Underworld and became a ghost messenger."

TV series like Journey to the West and The Legend of the White Snake have been watched by almost all the people of the Great Xia Dynasty, regardless of ethnicity or age.

They naturally knew the meaning of terms like "underworld" and "ghost messengers."

Yang Shuai's aunt asked suspiciously, "Muhemai, aren't these things just shown on TV? Could they be real?"

"Ghost messengers?" Yang Shuai's father asked. "Are they the Black and White Impermanence from TV dramas, the kind that collect souls?"

Yang Shuai explained, "Seventh Master and Eighth Master are Yin Marshals, the top leaders of the Underworld. I'm just a low-level civil servant... But Dad, you're not wrong. My duty is to collect souls and take lives."

After a pause, he added, "How about I summon my second uncle's spirit first? After all, it's his funeral, so let's ask my second uncle's opinion too?"

"........."

The atmosphere, which had just been so sad, suddenly became quiet.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines and were inevitably a little uneasy. In the end, the two sons of the second uncle made the decision.

"Okay, then you guys draw the curtains and close the door so the sunlight doesn't come in... I'm ticking that box!"

hetui!

Yang Shuai spat on his hand.

of course.

He's a ghost, why would he have saliva?

He simply made this one gesture, then rubbed his hands together, opened his palms, and a jet-black iron chain appeared in his hand—the Soul-Locking Chain!

Snapped!
He swung the Soul-Locking Chain in his hand and lashed it down at his second uncle!

All everyone saw was a dark light wrap around the old man and pull him, and then the old man lying on the ground slowly sat up... No, it wasn't the old man who sat up, but his soul!
Since the soul is formless, it should be invisible to everyone.

But as Chen Yang secretly cast a spell, everyone witnessed a dark light pull out a soul from the old man's body that looked exactly like the old man!

The room was filled with another group of people crying.

Chen Yang couldn't bear to see this scene, so he silently went outside, lit a cigarette, and then lit one for Gu Jinghui.

A man and a mountain god squatted outside, each taking a puff of smoke.

Besides crying, voices could be heard coming from inside the room—

"Muhammai's really something... He's only been dead for a few days and he's already got this much ability?"

"My son has become very capable!"

"Ghost messengers of the underworld, reaping souls and taking lives... Muhemai, can you bring your second uncle back to life?"

“Muhammai, your uncle’s mother has been calling out for years, can you call her soul out too? She has a savings account with several thousand yuan left, and the bank says she has to come in person to withdraw it!”

Yang Shuai readily agreed: "Don't worry, Auntie, as long as my great-aunt's soul is still alive, I guarantee I can get her to the bank!"

I drove over 100 kilometers to Yang Shuai's house for some fried dough sticks, but who would have thought I'd run into this mess again.

It wasn't until 3 p.m. that Chen Yang and Gu Jinghui finally ate the rice noodle soup.

Because of Yang Shuai's second uncle, Yang Shuai planned to stay and "send Maimaiti off," while Gu Jinghui, Chen Yang, Zhou Qiang, and Cat Master returned to Wucheng that day.

Night fell quickly.

Chen Yang had just finished eating the dinner prepared by Cat Master when a gust of wind suddenly blew into the funeral home.

This wind is different from ordinary "eerie winds." It doesn't have that gloomy, cold feeling. Instead, it feels warm on people... It's Zhong Kui's clone!
This wisp of his body was formed by Zhong Kui receiving incense offerings with a thought of his own ghostly immortality. Zhong Kui was a ghostly immortal who had survived the tribulation of lightning, and his thoughts were pure yang, so the wind formed by his soul was naturally a warm wind.

Chen Yang quickly stood up and bowed.

Zhong Kui waved his hand and said, "No need for formalities... Inspector Chen, I have been traveling around the Great Xia these days and have absorbed the incense offerings accumulated by the people for thousands of years. My strength has greatly improved. I plan to see the strange path of the turbid tide that you mentioned and see if I can refine it."

Chen Yang quickly said, "True Lord, the Turbid Tide Path is extremely strange and may not be easy to deal with. Why don't we discuss this further?"

Zhong Kui chuckled.

"These mere turbid currents and heretical paths can be suppressed by me with a mere wave of my hand. What is there to fear?"

(End of this chapter)