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

Chapter 125 Happy Seventh Day After Death!

Laughter echoed from within the gloomy mist.

The flying ghost king was taken aback and quickly stopped in his tracks!

He stared intently at the dark mist ahead. With a wave of his hand, hundreds of fierce ghosts behind him obeyed his command and went on high alert. Streams of yin energy erupted from his body, causing the surrounding dark mist to surge violently!

"Yo!"

"Seventh Master, Eighth Master, look... these little guys are quite interesting."

"Heh heh heh heh... They actually want to resist?"

"Resistance is good! The more they resist, the more excited we become!"

The Flying Ghost King's expression changed. He clasped his hands in a fist salute towards the dark mist ahead and said in a deep voice, "Who dares to block my way? I am new to the underworld and do not wish to make enemies of anyone. I hope you will do me a favor... Otherwise, do not blame me for being impolite!"

"........."

After the fog cleared, there was a moment of silence.

The group of underworld messengers stared in disbelief, their faces filled with astonishment.

A full few seconds later, a chubby ghost soldier clutched his stomach, rolled on the ground, and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha... I'm dying of laughter! A little ghost dares to call himself the Ghost King... and even threatens us?"

Suddenly, the wind picked up.

The surrounding fog surged and then dissipated.

Two figures first appeared in the Flying Ghost King's field of vision.

A tall, thin man with a pale face, a long tongue sticking out, wearing a white hat and a white outfit, with a kind expression, and the words "Instant Wealth" written on his hat.

The other one had a fierce face, a broad and fat body, and a small, dark complexion. He was dressed in all black and wore a black hat with the words "Peace Under Heaven" written on it.

The Flying Demon King's pupils trembled!

The vengeful ghosts behind him trembled violently, their eyes filled with terror!

Even if they are new to the underworld and don't know anything about it... how could they, as ghosts, not have heard of the legendary Black and White Impermanence?

"Go easy on him, don't kill him."

Black Impermanence said, "Inspector Chen went to great lengths to bring them down, so don't let his efforts go to waste!"

A group of ghostly soldiers roared out, and various underworld-standard magical artifacts such as soul-locking chains, mourning sticks, soul-capturing bells, and night-illuminating lanterns rained down, instantly turning the flying ghost king and hundreds of ghostly soldiers into clumps of yin energy!

"A mere little devil dares to call himself the King of Ghosts in the underworld!"

"Gently, gently...don't hit the ball too hard!"

"Give me one...give me one...I haven't beaten up a living ghost in a thousand years!"

...............

world.

Wucheng, Yumin Street, funeral home.

Thirteen eagles knelt on the ground at the mass grave.

Chen Yang sat down in the chair that Cat Master and Yang Shuai had brought, took a sip of Ali's tea, and said calmly, "I heard that the Flying Ghost King originally intended to settle his debt, but you guys instead extorted 1800 million from him?"

Yan Feiying knelt forward a few steps, neither humble nor arrogant, and said, "Your Excellency, this matter was my own idea and has nothing to do with them. If Your Excellency wishes to punish me, I am willing to bear the consequences."

At this moment, Yan Feiying was very uneasy!

He didn't expect this matter to cause such a big commotion.

Chen Yang handed the teacup to Ruyi and asked, "Why did you try to extort the Flying Ghost King?"

Yan Feiying: "We are here to serve the Inspector General, so we must do it perfectly."

He paused, then said, "Of course, there's a little bit of personal motive involved... That Flying Ghost King wreaks havoc in the region, amassing ill-gotten gains everywhere. His 'Fragrant Pavilion' in the Ghost Market forces women into prostitution, and many virtuous female ghosts have suffered his torment simply because they are beautiful. I've long disliked him!"

"Yes...yes...yes!"

Ba Ying said, "My...my...my third brother went to Yixianglou last time and got ripped off...ripped off...ripped off 180,000 yuan. That was his hard-earned savings from a year of robbing more than 20 little devils."

"........."

Yan Feiying's face darkened; he felt an urge to kill Lao Ba.

Chen Yang was amused.

This "Swallow Flying Eagle" is quite interesting.

He immediately said, "With the death of the Flying Ghost King, his businesses in the Ghost Market have become ownerless. You brothers should go to the Ghost Market, take over the businesses left behind by the Flying Ghost King, and you can get ten percent of the profits!"

Yan Feiying's expression darkened.

He thought...

I could get a job as a ghost messenger.

But the other twelve eagles were beaming with joy, and they all kowtowed to express their gratitude.

Yan Feiying stood up and said, "Today's commotion is quite significant. This matter will spread quickly, and other experts will inevitably covet the Flying Ghost King's assets... Let's not delay, brothers, let's set off for the Ghost Market and take over [Yixianglou]."

Chen Yang: "Go ahead. If you encounter any problems that you can't solve, contact Miss Ruyi."

The thirteen vengeful ghosts bowed again, respectfully withdrew from the funeral home, and then transformed into thirteen streams of yin energy, disappearing into the night.

Chen Yang then said, "Niu Si!"

"The little god is here!"

The River God of Qingshui River immediately stepped forward and knelt on the ground.

Chen Yang said, "I will not concern myself with what you have done in the past, but now that you have been appointed by me, you must abide by your responsibilities and not seek out prostitutes again, lest you betray my good intentions!"

Hebo Niu Si said, "Your Excellency, please rest assured. I have already experienced the horror of matters between men and women. They are like poison that burns through the intestines and erodes one's will... I will never touch them again!"

Chen Yang: "I entrust the Qingshui River to you. If any evil spirits or malevolent entities cause trouble in the area along the Qingshui River, I will hold you accountable!"

Niu Si knelt on one knee and said, "Your Excellency the Inspector, please rest assured, I will certainly live up to your expectations."

He left the funeral home and vanished as a wisp of steam.

Li Ali and Ruyi also bowed and took their leave.

Inside the funeral parlor, only Chen Yang, Cat Master, Yang Shuai, and Gu Jinghui remained.

Cat Lord stepped forward and asked, "My lord, shall I go prepare a midnight snack?"

Chen Yang glanced at the time on his phone and laughed, "It's almost dawn, what's the point of eating a midnight snack... Gu Shanshen, come here."

Gu Jinghui floated over.

His expression was quite excited... He had been deified today and had traveled hundreds of kilometers at night to participate in a battle. All of this was a novel experience for Gu Jinghui.

Chen Yang glanced at Gu Jinghui and asked with a smile, "How are you feeling?"

Without a second thought, Gu Jinghui said, "It's great. If I had known being a ghost was this great, I should have listened to you and died sooner."

"........."

Chen Yang: "What I mean is, how does it feel to be a mountain god? Have you sensed anything special about Helan Mountain?"

Gu Jinghui shook his head: "I haven't even taken office as the God of Helan Mountain yet, how could I sense anything different about Helan Mountain..."

"almost."

Chen Yang said, "Your statue has been cast. I'll talk to Director Wei tomorrow and have it moved over first... Besides, isn't your seventh day memorial coming up soon?"

“That day was a good day for you, as you took advantage of the seventh day after your death to climb the mountain and take up your post.”

Gu Jinghui had no problem with it; in fact, he was almost impatient.

I just always feel like something is weird...

My seventh day after death...

Is it a good day?
"correct."

"I have something else to discuss with you..." Chen Yang said, "Master Cat has been cooking and preparing dishes every day lately, which has been quite tiring, but I haven't been able to build a temple for him... Could you do me a favor and put another statue of Master Cat in your mountain god temple?"

Gu Jinghui naturally had no objections, while Cat Master was overjoyed.

Yang Shuai floated over, sticking out his tongue, and said, "Old Chen, could you build me a temple too?"

Chen Yang was speechless and cursed, "What the hell are you doing, a ghost messenger, building a temple?"

"what?"

Yang Shuai: "Don't ghost messengers have temples?"

Chen Yang: "Have you ever seen any place in the human world where people have the custom of worshipping ghost messengers?"

What?
Offering sacrifices to summon spirits to take one's soul? To bind one's own life?

of course.

We still have to make grand promises.

Chen Yang said, "But when you get promoted, you might have a chance... You probably know the current situation in the human world. There are more ghosts than ghost officials, so it's a good time to make a name for yourself. You should work hard and try to accumulate enough merit before the Yin-Yang Road is reopened."

…………

June 28, 2025, the fourth day of the sixth lunar month, Saturday.

Just as dawn was breaking, a light drizzle began to fall outside.

Today is an extremely special day for Gu Jinghui—his seventh day after his death!
It was also the joyous day of his "mountain climbing to take up his post"!

Gu Jinghui was very excited and went home last night to share this joyous news with his parents.

Gu Jianguo and Ma Xiulan were very proud of their son's achievements. They immediately called all their relatives and friends that night, inviting them to attend their son's seventh-day memorial service the next day.

Because it was Saturday, many relatives came to the Gu family early in the morning.

For example, Gu Jinghui's aunt...

She came with her son, daughter-in-law, and grandson, as well as members of the Gu family, such as Gu Jinghui's uncle and younger uncle.

"Everyone's here?"

Holding Gu Jinghui's portrait, Gu Jianguo said with a smile, "Welcome everyone to take time out of your busy schedules to attend my son's seventh-day memorial service. Please also make a trip to Helan Mountain."

Ma Xiulan smiled and said, "I've booked the banquet at a hotel near the film and television city. We'll go straight to the hotel after coming down from Helan Mountain... I'll send you the location later!"

Even at Gu Jinghui's funeral, these relatives and friends noticed that Gu Jianguo and his wife were not in good spirits. Now, seeing the couple like this, someone couldn't help but step forward and say, "Uncle, Aunt, the dead can't be brought back to life. We must look forward..."

Gu Jianguo glared at his nephew and cursed, "What do you know... Hurry up and set off, don't miss the auspicious time, and don't keep your brother Huihui waiting!"

My eldest nephew "..."

Gu Jianguo: "I'm holding your brother Huihui, so I can't drive. Your aunt and I will ride in your car today... Your dad? Let your dad drive my car."

A group of over forty people in 15 cars left the residential area and headed towards the highway entrance. They entered the Helan Mountains at approximately 10:30 AM.

"what?"

In the car, Gu Jian's nephew looked at the road outside and said in surprise, "I just came to Helan Mountain during the May Day holiday... When did they build another road in Helan Mountain?"

Gu Jianguo and his wife exchanged a smile, their faces beaming with pride.

This road...

But it was built specifically for my son, and it was officially overseen by the government. The entire road construction only took a few days.

Construction is underway at the end of the wide six-lane road; the project is quite large.

The eldest nephew then said, "Uncle, Aunt... is the navigation wrong? There's a temple under construction ahead!"

Gu Jianguo glanced outside.

The temple is quite grand, and it's already half-built. It has a main hall, side halls, and a mountain gate, covering an area of ​​several dozen acres. Outside the temple is a parking lot, which is also under construction and is said to have more than 3000 parking spaces.

"This is it... park the car in the parking lot."

More than a dozen cars drove into the parking lot.

Gu Jianguo was the first to get off the car, carrying his son's portrait as he walked toward the unfinished "temple".

The family members followed behind, puzzled.

The group arrived at the mountain gate, only to find that it was already completed, and workers were painting the carvings on it. A couplet was inscribed on the upper part of the gate—

Mountains possess spiritual energy, and the weather is favorable.

The divine will bestow its blessings upon the world, bringing prosperity and peace to all.

The five large characters "Helan Mountain Temple" are inscribed horizontally above the mountain gate.

In front of the temple gate stands a stone tablet with the words "Every piece of wood and every stone is a divine bone, every thousand peaks and every thousand streams is the heart of the Tao".

Dozens of people stared wide-eyed at the mountain gate...

of course.

What attracted them was not the couplet or the words on the stone tablet, but...

A banner hanging above the mountain gate, eight or nine meters long, had large, eye-catching characters that read—

[Warmest congratulations to Gu Jinghui on his arrival at his post! Happy seventh day after his passing!]

"This this……"

Gu Jianguo's eldest nephew pointed at the banner, and it took him a long time to come to his senses: "Uncle... what does this mean?"

Gu Jianguo laughed and said, "It means exactly what it says."

"no!"

The eldest nephew was shocked: "Uncle, you built a temple for my brother Huihui... No, no, Helan Mountain is a scenic area, the land inside belongs to the state, and such a big temple must have cost a lot, where did you get so much money, Uncle?"

"Uncle Gu... Uncle Gu!"

Just then, Yang Shuai rushed out of the mountain god temple, sticking out his tongue and saying, "Uncle Gu is here..."

"........."

Gu Jinghui's relatives then turned their attention to Yang Shuai.

no way……

That scarlet tongue, over a foot long, was really eye-catching!
Especially Gu Jianguo's eldest nephew.

He was standing right next to Gu Jianguo, and Yang Shuai had come to greet Gu Jianguo, so he had the clearest view of that long, scarlet tongue. A sense of absurdity rose in his heart, and he even had an impulse to reach out and tug at that tongue.

This……

really?
A prop tongue?

But why does it look so realistic...? My nephew even subconsciously reached out to touch the tongue, but the tongue snapped up and almost hit his hand.

"What?"

Yang Shuai stuck out his tongue and cursed, "Never seen a hanged ghost before... Old Gu... Old Gu!"

Then, they raised their voices and shouted into the mountain god temple.

Gu Jinghui came out.

Seeing that almost all his relatives had arrived, he frowned and complained, "Dad, Mom... I'm just here to go through the motions of taking office, why did you call so many people?"

"........."

The Gu family's relatives were all dumbfounded, staring intently at Gu Jinghui; some even fainted from fright.

At this time...

Inside the mountain god temple, Ruyi's voice rang out—

"The auspicious time has arrived, Mountain God Gu... it's time for you to take office!"

(End of this chapter)