Chapter 62 Part 1
A certificate?
Yin Messenger 014 paused, then said indignantly, ‘If they don’t, let me know!’
A measly internship certificate, after working for free for the underworld, what was so unreasonable about asking for one?! He wasn’t asking Yama for his job!
Everyone looked at him, surprised. Even Yin messengers valued camaraderie? They had only met twice, and he was already standing up for this intern?
014 added, ‘Tell me which department and who’s in charge so I can avoid it, don’t want to be transferred there.’
Everyone: “…”
Wu Heng said, “Only the Xuanmen and the Special Events Management Bureau recognize those certificates anyway.”
Su Chenyu figured having one was better than none.
Yuan Song looked at Wu Heng intently. “Doctor Wu, how do I apply to be an intern Yin messenger?”
Tang Xueshan’s tears flowed again, Wu Heng had clearly explained the harsh conditions, yet he still wanted to do it.
Yin Messenger 014 sneered. ‘Not so easy.’
A living Yin messenger, also known as a “live impermanence,” was a living person whose soul worked in the underworld, escorting the dead.
The conditions were harsh, practically working for free, but becoming one wasn’t easy either.
Since they interacted with spirits, it would be easy for them to exploit this and profit in the human world, some practitioners even resorting to human sacrifices for wealth and power. So, besides the birth chart requirements, character and ability were also crucial. The screening process was rigorous.
014 looked Yuan Song up and down, he was alright, but just alright.
Go to any job fair and everyone looked the same.
Wu Heng said to Yuan Song, “Write your resume in cinnabar now, and I’ll burn it for you.”
014 didn’t think much of this, any practitioner with decent skills knew how to send messages to the underworld through the City God Temple. His superiors probably had mountains of applications, whether they even read them was a different story.
And this shaman doctor still expected Yuan Song to personally escort Tang Xueshan? The underworld wouldn’t give them the time.
But office politics made him just chuckle mysteriously.
Yuan Song, trusting Wu Heng, immediately started writing his resume. Li Hao brought the yellow joss paper and cinnabar they always kept at home.
Wu Heng instructed, “Start with your personal information, then your achievements in metaphysics, relevant certificates, and a self-evaluation.”
Yuan Song thought for a moment and began writing. He even excitedly realized he could include stabbing Heavenly Master Liu on the cruise as an achievement.
Tang Xueshan, watching, was surprised, ‘You often helped with funerals back home? Why didn’t you ever tell me?’
Yuan Song replied casually, “I didn’t want to scare you.”
Li Hao and his friends rolled their eyes, another blatant display of affection.
Yuan Song carefully considered his experiences related to metaphysics, writing down everything relevant.
“Doctor Wu, does my Level 6 English proficiency certificate count as a relevant skill?”
Wu Heng: “Yes, Yin messengers sometimes encounter foreign ghosts. Many can only say ‘I’m fine, thank you, and you?’ like NPCs.”
He Yunxiao, Li Hao, and the others were speechless, so they had to learn English even after death?
After Yuan Song finished his lengthy resume, Wu Heng scanned it and asked solemnly, “Are you sure? An unpaid intern in the underworld, it’ll even shorten your lifespan.”
They were in love now, but love was fickle, and if their feelings changed, he would still be a Live Impermanence, and the heartbroken Tang Xueshan might become a vengeful spirit, clinging to him relentlessly.
Yuan Song smiled faintly. “Dying early isn’t so bad. I can be with her sooner.”
Wu Heng nodded. He didn’t mention that being a Live Impermanence also earned merit and benefits, after his natural lifespan ended, he could become an official Grim Reaper, free from the cycle of reincarnation, or choose a good family for his next life.
They had no chance of being together in this life, only in the next.
And if their love endured, they could be reborn as childhood sweethearts, a happy family.
Love, sometimes fleeting like sand, sometimes solid as rock, their fate was in their own hands.
Wu Heng had Yuan Song stamp his fingerprint with cinnabar, then turned to Shi Xuan. “What do you think?”
Shi Xuan quickly scanned it, “Looks good.”
Wu Heng handed him a brush and ink, “Write a recommendation then.”
Wu Heng’s eyes gleamed, he was curious, why did the underworld accept the exam paper Shi Xuan created? He was testing him again.
Shi Xuan thought for a moment, then wrote, “I recommend this candidate for the internship position.”
Putting down the brush, he asked, “Is this okay?”
Wu Heng, looking at his elegant handwriting, nodded, satisfied, and burnt the application with a red candle, for express delivery.
“This will be delivered directly to their desks, guaranteed to be seen, but whether you get the position depends on your abilities.”
Wu Heng figured they would respond within three days, so he said to 014, “Master, can you wait three days?”
014 chuckled. This shaman doctor overestimated the underworld’s efficiency.
Three days?
His superiors probably still had applications from ten years ago piled on their desks, unread. This Tang Xueshan wouldn’t have ten years to wait.
014, looking Wu Heng up and down, remembering he was the one who performed the Sky Lantern Ritual for Zhao Qingyun, didn’t dare to offend him, saying with a strange smile, ‘I can wait, but three strikes and you’re out.’
If an Yin messenger failed to escort a soul three times, it was the soul’s problem.
014, looking at the sky, pleased with himself for successfully wasting time on the clock, was about to leave and look for some actual work when he heard a scream behind him.
Turning around, he saw Yuan Song collapse to the ground, his phone slipping from his pocket, the screen lighting up.
014’s eyes lit up. ‘Someone died? My quota for tonight?‘
Wonderful, no need to go looking, free merit points.
Tang Xueshan, her face filled with horror, rushed over, ‘Yuan Song! Yuan Song! What’s wrong?! Wake up!’
Even if she was a ghost now, even if they could be together if he died too, she didn’t want him to die.
‘Doctor Wu, please help him!’
A look of surprise flashed across Wu Heng’s face, he glanced at Shi Xuan.
