Someone had told me before that I had a pure Yin body, so I could be a Yin messenger. Bingbing happened to have a pure Yin body too, so she was also a Yin messenger. Since I, with my pure Yin body, could easily learn the art of qi sensing, perhaps Bingbing could too.
Speaking of qi sensing, Yao Yao had also said before that she would help me advance my qi sensing skills. She said she'd teach me after we made love, but she usually just slept lazily afterward, and the matter had been delayed for a long time.
I lit a cigarette and sat on the ground waiting. After about ten minutes, the last ghost finished making its statement. The middle-aged man wanted to hand it to me, but I didn't take it. It was an item from the underworld; the moment I touched it, I would turn to dust.
I had Zhang Xiaomiao hold it up while I skimmed through it. The judgments were generally quite harsh. As long as any damage was done to a person from the Sakura Country, no matter how significant the damage or whether the person was injured, the penalty was severe, ranging from three to five years to life imprisonment. For major cases like arson or murder targeting people from the Sakura Country, causing severe casualties or property damage, they were all sentenced to death without exception.
This matter couldn't be handled by me alone; I needed to seek help from others.
After thinking about it, I didn't contact Leng Bingbing's Xie Bi'an. Instead, I called Wu Zhao, who was as fiery as a torch. After establishing contact, I briefly explained the whole situation to her.
I had to get this "statement" first. With it, Wu Zhao might consider helping me. If not, she could refuse directly. It was like going to a leader to discuss something; it's best to have a plan and ask the leader, "How can this be modified appropriately?"
Instead of going empty-handed and relying solely on words, asking the leader, "Is this idea of mine viable?"
The leader would have a thousand reasons to tell you, "No!"
If it's something you can accomplish with just a few words, why would they need you, their subordinate? Why would they need the leader?
You might as well become the leader yourself.
As expected, after hearing my explanation, Wu Zhao said she would risk punishment (doing me a favor) and boldly present it to King Yama. This matter was not within the purview of the minor King Yama; only King Yama had the authority to alter the whereabouts of ghosts in the Book of Life and Death, while the actual enforcers were the judges. Kuaishu Pavilion.
Before long, Wu Zhao arrived with a deputy. I didn't remember her name, only that it was Wan'er. She had Wan'er take the "statement" and ordered her to travel day and night to report this matter to King Yama's palace.
I was still wondering why Wu Zhao herself wasn't going. Her coffin was clearly larger. After Wan'er left, Wu Zhao quietly told me, "Wan'er is King Yama's niece. Although she's my subordinate, her words carry much more weight with King Yama than mine."
I understood. It was about connections and favors. The mortal world and the underworld were the same.
Upon learning of Wu Zhao's identity, the ghosts expressed their profuse gratitude and knelt down collectively. Wu Zhao, uncertain if the matter would be successful, didn't make any impassioned speeches like I did. However, she didn't leave in a hurry either, saying she would accompany us down the mountain for a walk.
When we reached the villa area, I guessed she had something to say to me, so I sent Bingbing and Xiaomiao away.
"Commander Wu, please speak freely. I will help as much as I can," I said, cupping my fists.
"Oh, you truly are the Wu adult that the little King Yama mentions every day. Your mind is as delicate as a spiderweb! You saw through it!" Wu Zhao laughed, taking me into the courtyard of a villa.
I was very surprised!
How did she manage that!
She was a ghost, so passing through walls was normal. But she actually pulled me through a thick courtyard wall. As we passed through, my vision went black, and I even smelled the concrete inside the wall!
"Uh... Lord Wu, about the coffin..."
"Whoa, whoa, Commander Wu, please don't call me 'Lord,' I can't bear such a title!" I said with a laugh.
"Alright, Lord Wu. To be frank, I'm a bit short on funds lately..." Wu Zhao said with some embarrassment.
"That can't be right. You're a Commander. Surely you have many people who show you respect?" I frowned. The last time I was at the City God's temple near Black Mountain Fort, I had noticed a certain relationship between her and Old Cui. Don't misunderstand, it wasn't a romantic relationship, but rather a flow of benefits between superiors and subordinates. A position like Cui the Judge, in charge of a City God's temple, was definitely a lucrative post. How could they be short of money?
"You wouldn't know," Wu Zhao shook her head and said self-deprecatingly, "I... have a little hobby. In your mortal world's terms, it's called gambling. In our underworld, we bet a hundred million for ten billion, so we play pretty big. My meager salary and the money I receive from my subordinates aren't enough for even a few hands. Last night I lost another few hundred million. I'm already deeply in debt, drowning in it!"