Chapter 53: Condensing Sound Talisman, transmitting the voice of the dead

Chapter 53: Condensing Sound Talisman, transmitting the voice of the dead

Min Yizhou was tricked by a perverted ghost and accidentally fell from the building to his death.

If this debt of life were truly settled with the Great Emperor of Fengdu, then the responsibility would ultimately fall on that perverted ghost.

Pei Ye looked at Min Yizhou, whose expression was listless and despairing, and asked, “Did no underworld messenger come to escort you away?”

Min Yizhou did not answer. Zhu Yang said, “The underworld messenger was actually quite reasonable. He asked Brother Yizhou whether he was willing to go to Fengdu, and when he said no, they did not take him away. They just registered him and put him in the queue for reincarnation. After all, he is a male ghost, and the underworld has always been heavily biased toward women over men... Anyway, this is X University where Professor An is entrenched. Ordinary wandering ghosts are relatively safe here and dare not cause trouble. Brother Yizhou probably still has unfinished regrets and does not want to accept reality...”

Who would want to accept the fact of their own death?

When Zhu Yang had just died, he had also suffered greatly.

When his suddenly aged parents held each other and wailed at the place where he fell, Zhu Yang once tried to endure the sun’s burning pain to hug them and comfort them.

He wanted to tell them that their son was too useless!

But the world of the living and the dead were separated. He was forever stuck at twenty two years old, with no future left.

Min Yizhou’s situation was far worse than Zhu Yang’s.

Zhu Yang’s parents had money. A year after his death, they went through injections and medication, struggling for a long time before eventually having another child through IVF, a baby girl. The couple slowly emerged from the shadow of losing their son. Recently, during Professor An’s break period, Zhu Yang secretly went back once. He was grateful for this sister who gave his parents new support and hope for life.

Ghosts cannot cry, but Zhu Yang could hear his own heart crying.

By comparison, Min Yizhou’s family situation was much less optimistic.

He was not an only child. His father died early, and his mother supported both him and his younger sister by collecting trash and selling scrap metal.

His mother knew deeply the suffering of illiteracy, so no matter how poor life was, she never neglected the education of her two children.

Min Yizhou lived up to her expectations and performed beyond his usual level in the college entrance exam, entering a top 233 university.

During his three years at university, he earned generous scholarships every year, represented the school in competitions to win honor, and worked part time without neglecting his studies.

His younger sister was in high school, currently in her final year.

He did not dare imagine what his mother and sister would feel upon hearing news of his death.

If he had to die, he would rather have died in a way that left them something more useful, at least some money for survival.

Zhu Chun’an, having been a Celestial Master for many years, had seen all kinds of joys and sorrows and remained relatively calm. The principal’s eyes turned red with sadness.

Only Pei Ye had no reaction at all.

“Although the living and the dead are separated, the boundary is not an impassable chasm. You are still in the same world, just unable to see, speak, or touch each other.”

“I just feel... bad,” Min Yizhou choked. “I never planned to go to graduate school. I planned to start working early to reduce my mother’s burden, so she would not have to ride a tricycle through the streets in wind and rain, shouting to collect scrap metal and trash. I wanted to help support the family so my sister could go to university without distraction and not end up as exhausted as I was. Working and studying at the same time takes too much focus. The effort doubles. I do not want her university life to be like mine, where the only memory is one word, ‘exhaustion’.”

Because of his family background, he also hoped to build a warm family of his own in the future.

Even if he could not give his wife a life of wealth and luxury, he would work hard to ensure she never lacked food or clothing.

He had planned his life early, but he did not expect fate to be so cruel, with changes coming without warning.

First, Lei Yating suddenly broke up with him, her words sharp and harsh, so unfamiliar she no longer seemed like the person he knew.

Then he was accidentally dragged into a fight between several ghosts and fell from the building to his death, as if his entire life was stamped with the word “misfortune”.

Pei Ye asked Zhu Chun’an, “Has there ever been a precedent of dead ghosts working for the living to earn money?”

Zhu Chun’an: “???”

Even the dead are being exploited?

Pei Ye said matter of factly, “Ordinary ghosts are one thing, but for talented individuals like these, if there were a platform where they could interact with physical objects, they could probably work and earn money just like the living. Reincarnation queues in Fengdu take who knows how many years anyway. Why not let them use that time?”

Zhu Chun’an: “...”

Xiao Pangzi murmured, “That actually makes a lot of sense. I have nothing to say.”

The principal also felt the idea was not bad, but.

“Which institution would hire ghosts to work? Since they are dead, I do not think any living person would be willing to let them ‘come back’ and compete for jobs.”

A sharp point indeed.

Zhu Chun’an poured cold water on the idea.

“Ordinary ghosts belong to the underworld and cannot interact with physical objects in the living world, let alone work for the living.”

Ghosts capable of touching the living are without exception extremely powerful, with dense yin energy, either vengeful spirits filled with resentment or ancient ghosts who have existed for who knows how long.

Would such beings bother working for humans?

Min Yizhou was only a newly deceased ghost of a few days. To suppress his deathly appearance and maintain his clean and proper look from life, he had no extra strength to do anything else.

Zhu Chun’an’s words did not surprise him. He had not held any hope.

“I do not dare ask for such things... I just... I just want to say a few words to my mother and sister...”

His pale face carried a fragile sorrow that made others soften.

Xiao Pangzi said, “But for the dead, even this request is already a luxury.”

Min Yizhou stood frozen for a long time, speechless.

“Here, take this.”

Everyone felt a heavy weight in their hearts, as if even breathing had become difficult. Unexpectedly, Pei Ye tore a page from her notebook and threw it to Min Yizhou.

“What is this?”

“This is a Condensing Sound Talisman, it can record voices from both the yin and yang worlds, probably for about ten minutes.”

Min Yizhou immediately understood, his lips trembling. “Thank you!”

Zhu Yang, standing nearby, slightly opened his mouth as if he also wanted one, but in the end did not speak.

He had already been dead for three years, and his parents had finally recovered from their grief. It was better not to disturb them.

But Pei Ye asked him, “Do you want one too?”

Zhu Yang suppressed his usual playful demeanor and smiled bitterly. “It is better for the dead not to disturb the lives of the living.”

Pei Ye said, “For you, it may be disturbance, but for them, it might be a chance for comfort and closure. If they knew their loved ones had not completely disappeared, but were still existing in another form in the same world, just in a place they cannot reach, even if they can never meet again, it would still be comforting.”

After hesitating for a long time, Zhu Yang finally asked for a Condensing Sound Talisman.

The principal and the others watched as the two X University students walked to separate corners and spoke softly to the talisman. At first they could still greet or laugh lightly, but as they spoke more, their voices gradually choked with emotion. The onlookers could not help but feel a deep sadness.

Perhaps the greatest pain of being a ghost is not losing taste or being unable to enjoy human food, but being unable to cry even when you want to, unable to shed a single tear.

Zhu Chun’an watched this scene and felt deeply moved.

The senior may seem cold and unfeeling, but toward matters like this, she is unexpectedly gentle.

Many Celestial Masters in the Celestial Masters Alliance are influenced by their training and treat evil spirits with iron hearts. The senior’s actions have truly taught him something.

The only regret is that he will likely never see the senior’s true appearance.

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Pei Ye: “???”