I couldn't help but look back. The four non-human entities had already surpassed my qi-reading vision, I didn't know where they were fighting.
The Judge pulled me into the City God's Temple. With his chubby little hands, he drew a stroke in the air on the wall, and a dark, wooden door appeared. Little Yama pushed the door open and walked straight in. It was dark inside, and I couldn't see anything. Little Yama disappeared.
"...Brother Cui, I'm a living person. Are you sure it's safe for me to go in?" I asked nervously.
"You're a ghost messenger, what are you afraid of? Hurry up and go in!" The Judge kicked me in the backside, sending me through the dark door.
But it wasn't dark inside, just dim and yellowish, like noon on a day with a huge sandstorm. Yet, I couldn't hear the wind, nor feel the sand. The surroundings were vast and yellow, silent and dead. Only Little Yama's feet, not far ahead, moved forward with a "rustle" on the ground.
Behind me, there was a buzz. I looked back. The fat Judge had also entered, and the dark door had vanished. The area behind us was also a vast expanse of yellow.
"Is this the underworld?" I whispered, afraid of disturbing anything that might be lurking around. In reality, I was overthinking, because my qi-reading technique was still active. The vision from my qi-reading was also yellow, and within my sight, there were no other "creatures" emitting any aura.
Wait, no, there was. I saw Little Yama's aura moving forward. About tens of meters away, there was another aura. Because it was the same as the surrounding environment, a yellow aura, it was hard to distinguish without close inspection. Of course, it was a ghost, a yellow aura.
I quickened my pace, catching up to Little Yama. She didn't pay me any mind, her steps gradually quickening. Soon, we reached a position about ten meters away from that yellow aura. I could finally see her. She was a female ghost who looked young. As I got closer, I saw that this female ghost looked a bit like Zhou Dongyu, cute and a little dazed. She had a square scarf wrapped around her head and sat by a bridge. In front of her was a stall with many large bowls on a table. Beside the table, on the ground, was a short, fat wooden barrel filled with a murky yellow liquid.
"Is this Meng Po?" I asked the Judge in a low voice.
"Yes."
"Then, should I drink Meng Po's soup?" I asked again.
"You're a ghost messenger, why would you drink that? Hurry up and go!"
I followed behind the Judge, passing the stall. Meng Po merely stood up to bow to Little Yama and didn't pay attention to me. After Little Yama went onto the bridge, she sat down and fiddled with something in her hands. Because she was sitting behind the stall, I didn't get a very clear look, but I was curious and couldn't resist leaning closer, standing on tiptoe to see what she was holding.
Oh my god! Meng Po actually had a phone and was playing "Yang Le Ge Yang"!
"H-how do you have a phone!" I couldn't help but ask.
Meng Po finally looked up, saw me, and her expression suddenly became astonished. "Hey, hey, why are you a living person! What are you doing in here!"
"...I... I'm a ghost messenger." I flashed my waist token.
"A living ghost messenger? Holy cow, I've lived a long time and never seen this!" Meng Po's expression turned to surprise again. But when she noticed Little Yama on the bridge, looking back at her coldly, Meng Po stuck out her tongue and made a gesture of "farewell."
Little Yama turned around and continued forward, her figure soon disappearing beyond the arch bridge. The Judge also followed, but didn't rush me. I took the opportunity to pull out my phone, quickly opened WeChat, and sent her a QR code. Meng Po understood, scanned it, and we became friends. I immediately accepted.
When I saw Meng Po's WeChat name, I almost burst out laughing.
"Mixue Bingcheng Netherworld Branch!"
"How can you play with phones in the underworld?" I asked quietly. Not only could she play, but my phone could also connect to the internet normally, although the signal was a bit weak, only two bars.
"It's proximity advantage, isn't it? This isn't the true underworld yet, so there's a signal. Once you go further, you'll—"
"Lord Wu, hurry! His Highness is waiting for you to get in the car!" The Judge urged from the bridge.
"Coming, coming! What car?" I asked absentmindedly.
"A train!"
Huh? A train in the underworld?