Chapter 58: Why is it you again?

Published: July 21, 2026 | By peach_blossom

Chapter 58: Why is it you again?

“Xiao Hong is actually lying to us, right? I saw online that after taking slimming pills you get chest tightness, shortness of breath, heart palpitations, thirst, drowsiness, and fever, but I feel like Lei Yating’s pills work really well. I have not felt any of those slimming pill side effects at all, and my weight is still dropping rapidly.”

Zhou Huirong was holding a simply packaged box in her hand.

Inside the box were seven circular grooves about one centimeter in diameter.

Four of the grooves contained pill-like beads similar to malt balls, and three grooves were empty.

They all knew they had been removed as friends by Lei Yating.

But who said a WeChat account can only have one?

One of them made a secondary account to stalk Lei Yating and Mei Lixiang’s Moments feed, and learned early on that they were promoting some kind of Lishou slimming pills as micro business sellers.

They had been watching Lei Yating and the others’ body changes and appearance changes every day.

At first, they could still remember Pei Ye’s warning and restrain their desire for beauty and weight loss, but over time they forgot it. Instead, they grew jealous of Mei Lixiang’s figure, who was constantly appearing in front of them. In the end, they could not restrain themselves and secretly used a secondary account to buy the Lishou slimming pills.

After using them, their bodies felt light and relaxed, the effect was excellent, and so far they had not seen any side effects.

Because of this, their complaints toward Lei Yating decreased, and instead they developed dissatisfaction toward Pei Ye.

“It is hard to say… Xiao Hong never said what the side effects are. Who knows if there are any…”

Pei Ye listened with a cold laugh and could not be bothered to deal with them anymore.

Zhu Chun’an returned to his apartment and contacted his master, Realman Qingxuan, asking about the vengeful ghost Professor An in the back mountain.

He had studied at X University for two years and this was the first time he had heard of such a terrifying existence there, but the Celestial Masters Alliance must know something.

He was not afraid of disturbing his master. At this time, the other party was definitely still watching a football match.

Realman Qingxuan said, “You mean the one at X University?”

Zhu Chun’an replied, “Yes, I ran into her during today’s mission.”

“Do not provoke her. She is not easy to deal with.” Realman Qingxuan worried that his disciple might suffer. “You were not injured, right?”

“No.”

“That is good. She is not someone to be trifled with.” Realman Qingxuan knew his disciple’s ability well. With innate Yin-Yang Eyes and a Pure Yang Body, he was destined to work as a Celestial Master, but talent alone was not enough, he still needed time to grow. He could handle ordinary vengeful ghosts now, but encountering an old, troublesome one would be suicide. “Back then, shortly after she died, she devoured two vengeful ghosts that escaped from the eighteen levels of hell. Her ferocity was extremely strong. The Celestial Masters Alliance originally wanted to send her to Fengdu to prevent her from going out of control and killing people due to living humans’ yang energy…”

“Then what happened?”

Realman Qingxuan said, “Then the Celestial Masters who went to negotiate did not come out on top.”

At that time, vengeful spirits were causing chaos in the world, and the Celestial Masters Alliance was already stretched thin. Moreover, Professor An had not harmed anyone in the end, so they simply let it go.

Over the years without hearing any news of Professor An, Realman Qingxuan had assumed she had moved elsewhere, but he did not expect she was still at X University as a permanent resident.

Generally speaking, this kind of non-troublesome permanent resident ghost was quite likable.

As long as you did not provoke her, she would not cause random trouble.

He repeatedly warned his disciple not to mess with such a dangerous figure.

Zhu Chun’an said, “Master, do not worry.”

“Mm, just keep your sense of proportion. Anything else?” Realman Qingxuan nodded. “If not, I am hanging up. The second half of the football match is about to start…”

After hanging up, Realman Qingxuan continued lying on the sofa holding a bag of chips, watching the match while scrolling through Moments.

[“Realman Chengde, who accepts all kinds of talisman commissions”]: Oh my god, which brother summoned Lord Eight again in T City? Is T City this chaotic lately?

Black Impermanence?

Lord Eight was awakened again?

Realman Qingxuan forgot to chew his chips.

He connected it to his disciple’s earlier call. Could it be that the matter with Professor An Zhi had disturbed Black Impermanence?

His imagination ran wild, completely unaware that the truth was worlds apart from what he was thinking.

To be honest, Black Impermanence this time had come out again just to do a delivery job.

“Why is it you again?”

When Black Impermanence stepped out from a beast-faced gate bound with chains, Pei Ye showed a trace of surprise.

“Is there no one else in Fengdu except you?”

Black Impermanence’s face was not black, but at this moment his expression was close to the folk image of Black Impermanence.

Pei Ye actually had the nerve to ask “why is it you again”?

Who gave her the right to ask that? He also wanted to ask why it was her again!

Black Impermanence said darkly, “What is it this time?”

Pei Ye said, “Watch your tone. I summoned a courier underworld messenger, obviously I am sending a package.”

Black Impermanence seemed to realize he had asked a foolish question.

“Who is the recipient this time?”

“The recipient is written above.”

After checking the recipient and address, Black Impermanence immediately realized it was a living human recipient.

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Sending a package to a living person and calling an underworld courier, is she sick?!

Black Impermanence did not know whether Pei Ye was sick, but he knew for sure that being tricked into coming out by her meant he was the one with a problem.

“Why not use a human-world courier service?”

Pei Ye looked at him as if the question itself was idiotic.

“Courier shops are not open twenty-four hours a day. Ghost delivery is faster, of course.”

Black Impermanence: “……”

He suddenly began to question the correctness of Fengdu Great Emperor establishing the underworld courier department.

This was not improving underworld order at all. It was clearly benefiting lazy humans.

“Hmph.” He crossed his arms. “Delivery fee, 400 Yuanqi coins.”

Paper money and ghost currency like joss paper and spirit banknotes could be used in the underworld, but high-ranking underworld messengers like him did not care for such things.

In transactions with Celestial Masters, they usually used Yuanqi coins instead.

Yuanqi coins were a special underworld mineral currency, shaped like coins, with a skull on one side and Fengdu written on the other. Celestial Masters infused Yuanqi into them, and high-level underworld messengers could absorb it for cultivation or recovery. They were far more valuable than constantly depreciating ghost money.

Yuanqi coins came in denominations of 1, 5, 50, 100, 500, and 1000.

Higher denominations could store more Yuanqi.

Empty Yuanqi coins were worthless, but once infused by Celestial Masters, they became valuable.

“A sixteen-fold price increase is too much, is it not?”

One shipment only costs 25!

Black Impermanence replied confidently, “Is it not too much for you to wake me up in the middle of the night to deliver a package to a living person?”

Cross-realm work naturally requires higher service fees.

Pei Ye clicked her tongue.

She handed over 400 Yuanqi coins and also exchanged for a box of empty Yuanqi coins.

Yuanqi coins were scarce, stable in value, and had appreciation potential. They were true hard currency in the underworld.

“Also, when delivering, make sure the recipient sees it appear out of thin air! Otherwise I will not give you a five-star review!”

Only then would the recipient believe it was sent by their deceased relatives.

Black Impermanence: “……”

Damn it, she really treats me like a courier!

Black Impermanence (arms crossed): unhappy  ̄へ ̄

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