Chapter 58 Part 2
Lai Jun, his eyes gleaming with excitement, looked around.
Promotion!
He took out his thorny whip, cracked it loudly, and shouted, ‘Vice squad! Everyone down! Men on the left, women on the right!’
Even though Lai Jun was a low-level Yin messenger, ghosts instinctively feared them, and they quickly obeyed.
Lai Jun then turned to the injured man on the floor. ‘Are you dead or alive?’
Yuan Song, still enraged, hadn’t stopped his attack. Heavenly Master Liu could only whimper weakly, “A-alive…”
Lai Jun replied, ‘Oh, then keep getting beaten up, I’m an Yin messenger, I have no jurisdiction over the living.’
Since they were both alive, one beaten half to death, the other pretending to be a ghost, he couldn’t interfere, he didn’t have the authority.
Heavenly Master Liu: “…”
Tang Xueshan, still watching the live stream, saw Yuan Song straddling a Taoist priest, punching him repeatedly, and was stunned.
Her sweet, sunny younger boyfriend had such a ferocious side?
Zhou Yi’s mother came to visit again, bringing dinner, and Wu Heng also received a bowl of sweet fermented rice balls with goji berries.
Wu Heng, eating the rice balls, turned to CEO Wei, “Turn yourself in. Did you really think turning a ship full of people into sacrifices would bring back your wife? Look, they’re spending your money on their own business! You’re a fool!”
“Picking dozens of beautiful ghosts who died in shipwrecks to be prostitutes tonight? Your business model is truly impressive, even Lu Guoliang would be proud.”
These words were a bombshell, leaving everyone stunned.
Lu Guoliang!
[Holy crap, don’t scare me! Didn’t Doctor Wu say that old man Lu had a venereal disease, one he got from messing with ghosts? Could this be them?!]
[Ordinary STDs can be treated in hospitals. Ones contracted from ghosts need special treatment, right? Isn’t this a classic honey trap?]
[Oh my god… most of the passengers on the Dream Cruise are wealthy, the perfect targets.]
[Being poor has its advantages after all, at least I can’t afford luxury cruises. Living a glamorous life only to be forced into prostitution after death, how pathetic.]
[What’s wrong with this world?! It’s so evil! I thought death was a release, and now you’re telling me it could be worse? I’m too scared to even die now!]
The passengers on the deck, still singing revolutionary songs and following the live stream, felt a chill run down their spines upon hearing Wu Heng’s words.
“What the fuck! I paid fifty thousand for this cruise! And you want me to be a prostitute after I die?!” a tattooed man in his thirties roared.
Some girls, used to being pampered princesses, had never encountered such evil, and they cried, “I want to go home! Take me home!”
A man touched his stubble. “What? With my face, I can be a prostitute? Someone has low standards.”
Wu Heng, seeing this comment, replied casually, “If your looks aren’t good enough, you can be a pimp. There’s a job for everyone.”
The man with the stubble: “…”
They were here to enjoy themselves, they just wanted to be law-abiding citizens!
Su Chenyu touched his face, thinking that if it weren’t for Wu Heng, he would probably be the most popular prostitute with his looks.
Tang Xueshan suddenly realized, had she also been set up like this? Then Yuan Song coming here was to… avenge her?
Lai Jun, stunned, he thought it was a simple vice operation, but… these ghosts were being forced?
Rescuing them would earn him so much merit! He could finally become the number one Yin messenger in Hezipo!
A female ghost, hugging her legs, her bloodshot eyes filled with tears, choked out a sob, ‘Master, please, save us.’
Ghosts, unlike the living, didn’t need food, water, or sleep, just offerings every few days, they didn’t even need salaries, and in the human world, they couldn’t even spend underworld money.
Ghosts rarely got sick, and there weren’t any doctors in the underworld.
Her life had been filled with suffering, and even after death, there was no peace.
Wu Heng instantly recognized her as the ghost who gave Lu Guoliang the venereal disease, how unfortunate.
This world, invaded by Yin qi, filled with evil creatures, was being exploited by those seeking power and wealth.
Wu Heng quickly assessed the terrified spirits, diagnosed their conditions, sighed, put down his bowl, and went to the pharmacy to prepare the medicine.
‘Hiss hiss hiss, Wu Heng, I’ll help you eat that poached egg,‘ the little white snake said, seeing him leave, and immediately dived into his bowl.
Xi Xi, watching, was puzzled. ‘Big Brother Da Bai, didn’t you just steal Uncle Zhou Yi’s poached egg?’
The little white snake said righteously, ‘Zhou Yi isn’t healthy, I’m helping him lose weight! This poached egg is delicious!’
Lai Jun gave the half-dead Heavenly Master Liu on the floor a thumbs-up. ‘Impressive! Forcing spirits into prostitution! You guys are something else!’
You would never know how low humans could sink, exploiting and objectifying others, in life and death.
‘Get inside my lantern for now,‘ Lai Jun said.
The ghosts looked around but didn’t move.
Wu Heng, preparing medicine, said, ‘They don’t have their Road Passes.’
The Road Pass was an identification document for the deceased in the underworld, containing their birth and death dates, cause of death, and other information.
Every soul had to present it to the Yin messenger for verification.
Lai Jun frowned. ‘That’s a problem, I don’t have the authority to issue those, neither does my boss. They can’t go to the underworld without them.’
Wu Heng smiled, ‘It’s fine, I’ll prepare them when you come to collect the medicine.’
Lai Jun: ‘?’
Wu Heng could issue Road Passes?
That was incredibly difficult, only underworld officials or through expedited processing by the Heavenly Dao could do that. No one could communicate with the Heavenly Dao now.
Lai Jun had a suspicion, ‘Perhaps the missing Road Passes aren’t the real issue… they just want to see me…’
Wu Heng: ‘…’
[SX: ?]
Wu Heng saw that message among the countless others.
He looked at the time, Shi Xuan should be done with his evening self-study.
Shi Xuan could see Yin messengers and spirits, so his question mark must mean something else.
‘Okay, I’ll prepare your Road Passes, hurry up and get inside,’ Lai Jun said, noticing Wu Heng staring at his phone screen, assuming he was looking at him, and urged the spirits.
Reassured, the ghosts lined up and jumped into his lantern.
The Yin messenger’s lantern had many functions: replenishing Yin qi for weaker spirits, punishing evil spirits with Yin fire, the intensity adjustable, like a gas stove.
As the spirits left, only the trembling men and women, and the still laughing, battered Yuan Song, remained.
Chen Zhao looked at the wealthy-looking men and women with their gold watches and expensive jewelry, cowering and trembling.
This was Lu Guoliang 2.0, wasn’t it?
[Isn’t this prostitution? Can’t the police do anything?]
[These are ghosts, what can the human police do? Even underworld Yin messengers have no power over the living.]
[Didn’t Doctor Wu say that Lu Guoliang got a disease from messing with ghosts? Did these people also get sick? They deserve it! Hopefully, it’s not contagious!]
[They’ll definitely go to Doctor Wu, he’s the only one who can treat this. Poor Heng Heng, having to treat such people!]
Wu Heng stared at their clothes and jewelry, almost blinded by the bling.
Well, he wasn’t that pitiful.
He wasn’t planning to treat them. The human police had no jurisdiction, neither did the underworld, for now, but it didn’t matter, they would be judged eventually, their crimes recorded permanently.
But Wu Heng wasn’t willing to forfeit the potential income, so he decided to outsource the job to Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao’s phone vibrated, and his eyes lit up as he read the message.
[HengHengBaby: I’ll teach you how to treat their ghost-induced venereal diseases. Five hundred thousand for you.]
Hahaha!
Chen Zhao was ecstatic, but he was also a respectful disciple. His poor master had just pleaded for some work. He should share his wealth to thank him for all these years.
Chen Zhao left the bar and called his master.
“Master, you always say, ‘Don’t forget your roots when you’re rich,’ I’ve always remembered that.”
He took a deep breath, deciding to share a small piece of the pie with his master. “Master, Doctor Wu outsourced a job to me, I’m subcontracting it to you—”
“Go cure a bunch of people who contracted diseases from playing with ghosts. I’ll give you fifty thousand. Fifty thousand yuan!”
XD