Chapter 81 Part 1
Thinking about it, Wu Su found this eerie train ride rather fulfilling. He could finally play his games again, the journey no longer boring.
He skillfully manipulated the portraits in Happy Crush, aligning them to create bloody explosions, then, running out of moves, he failed the level again.
The train attendant, a ghostly pale figure, leaned closer, her face almost touching his, her voice cold, “Sir, you should eat your meal while it’s hot.”
Wu Su, looking at her, handed her his phone, “Oh, then help me clear this level. If not, I’ll complain! You said it was a hot meal! Everyone knows ash box meals should be eaten cold!”
The attendant: ‘?’
It was a cold meal! She regretted her careless words and, taking his phone, stiffly started swiping at the portraits.
This level was difficult, and after several failed attempts, she hurriedly returned the phone and left, continuing her sales pitch for the ash box meals.
As soon as she left, several passengers in the same car emerged from their blankets, their faces filled with fear, staring at Wu Su.
“Uncle, Brother, you’re awesome,” they said.
Wu Su looked at them. So they were all awake, pretending to sleep? He had been the last to wake up.
He recognized their faces, identical to the portraits in his game. The game developers knew how to use local resources.
Seeing their fear, he almost chuckled, he wasn’t scared at all.
His father was a doctor at Chengde Medical Clinic, and doctors often encountered such things. He was used to it, having seen his father treat strange illnesses, and then, at the Shi residence, with Shi Xuan constantly attracting spirits…
“Uncle, what do we do? I didn’t know, I just bought the meal, and I ate… ashes! Will I die?” a young man, clutching his stomach, asked fearfully.
“I don’t want to be on this train anymore, I want to jump! I miss my wife and children.”
“I knew this train number was unlucky. I didn’t even have time to buy ginger!”
They panicked, sharing their worries with Wu Su, a complete stranger, sensing he might know something.
Wu Su, looking at his phone, now connected to the underworld network, was surprised. “You guys have no internet connection?”
A young woman said fearfully, “No signal, if we did, we could call the police, or at least connect with Doctor Wu Heng on his live stream, we wouldn’t be so scared.”
Wu Su, hearing his son’s name, felt a surge of pride. He wouldn’t let his son down! He immediately dialed the emergency number.
The other passengers’ eyes lit up, it… it connected?!
Police, save us! Thousands of passengers on this train!
Wu Su said, “Underworld Affairs Department? Please connect me with Yin Messenger Lai Jun from Hezipo Town, Nan Nuo village.”
Hearing a chilling “Hello” from the other end, he quickly said, “Lai boy, tell your grandma and Xiao Heng, it’s Wu Su, their dad and son, I’m on train G4044, something’s wrong, we’re heading towards Ping An village, any way to save us?”
Lai Jun, puzzled by the call, then recognized his voice, startled, ‘Uncle Wu Su? How did you know I became an Yin messenger?’
Wu Su chuckled. He had overheard Grandma Lai and his father discussing it. Lai boy was supposed to die young, but Pockmarked Lai, to save his only grandson, made him a “guide” to extend his life.
A “guide,” Wu Su thought, that was an Yin messenger, guiding souls. This call wasn’t a mistake.
The Yin messenger said he understood, then hung up.
They stared at Wu Su, their eyes filled with shock and hope, “Could the shaman doctor from Chengde Medical Clinic be your son?”
They had heard the location! Who in China didn’t know Nan Nuo village now?
“Old Doctor Wu is my father, Little Doctor Wu is my son,” Wu Su said, trying to lighten the mood, “I’m… Middle Wu.”
Seeing their unamused expressions, their hope and fear still palpable, he sighed, he wasn’t skilled enough to inherit the clinic. His father had taken on You Jin as his apprentice, saying he, Wu Su, was good for nothing, just freeloading, he could just laze around for the rest of his life.
But Wu Su still knew some things. No talisman or medicine was as effective as your own qi. But he didn’t know the situation, so he didn’t dare suggest singing the national anthem.
He turned on his phone’s hotspot. “Connect to my hotspot, use the ghost internet.”
The young woman immediately joined Wu Heng’s live stream, which was in grayscale. Seeing Wu Heng consult with Sun Zhengtao, tears of joy streamed down her face as she typed a message, which wouldn’t send.
Wu Su said, “We’re alive, this is for the dead, there are restrictions.”
One of the men was disappointed, “Then what’s the use? We can’t even ask for help.”
Wu Su’s eyes gleamed, “It still has its uses. Do you play Honor of Kings? Let’s play the underworld version!”
There were six bunks in their car, one empty, five passengers, all gamers.
They figured this Uncle Wu, being Doctor Wu’s father, must have a plan and joined his game.
Seeing the blood-themed game interface, their profile pictures replaced by black and white portraits, they almost wailed.
Wu Su expertly manipulated his character. “Wow, young lady, you’re so good! Carry me, I’m only Gold rank.”
Few in the underworld had access to phones, the gaming scene wasn’t developed, and team-based games were even rarer. He usually played single-player games.
After a few rounds, seeing that they had stopped trembling, Wu Su asked, “How are you feeling now? Still scared?”
Still scared, but less so.
Because…
The young woman, her hands cold and stiff, holding her phone, said, her lips curled into a sneer, “These ghosts are terrible at this game! Again!”
So bad at the game, besides floating around and scaring them with their bloody faces, what else could they do?
This uncle really was something! Middle Wu, also a doctor. Chengde Medical Clinic, living up to its reputation!
