“I’ll go back and flip through the historical records to see if any killing star fits the criteria.”
Most of the famous killing stars in history had already reincarnated countless times.
Those who stayed behind and refused to reincarnate mostly held office in Fengdu; there truly were no stragglers who slipped through the net.
Under normal circumstances, as long as Pei Ye didn’t cause trouble, Master Qingxuan wouldn’t pay her any special attention.
Don’t be fooled by the state’s constant advocacy to eradicate feudal superstition, or its claim that animals were not allowed to become demons after the founding of the People’s Republic.
That was just to pacify the general public and prevent chaos.
In reality, the state secretly promoted harmonious coexistence among all races.
To this end, it had established several special departments and spearheaded the creation of the Heavenly Master Alliance.
Examples included the Monster Office, which settled enlightened demons, and the Special Investigation Department, which handled conflicts between the Yin and Yang Two Realms.
The state adhered to the principles of moderation and harmony; as long as one didn’t cause trouble, disturb the public, or commit crimes, they were considered good citizens on Chinese Land.
But things were different now.
The arm that had set off a bloody storm over twenty years ago had reappeared.
Old folks like him had lived through that storm and couldn’t afford to let their guard down.
Zhu Chun’an was aware of Master Qingxuan’s worries, but the person in question, Pei Ye, was completely clueless.
She transferred the data from the original owner Xiao Hong’s secondhand, knock-off smartphone to the new phone Zhu Chun’an had given her, then downloaded a few popular gaming apps.
Meanwhile, in the hospital morgue.
“Ying Lin, the fierce ghost boss of the T City Central Hospital morgue!
You have a delivery!”
The cold, silent morgue was the same as always.
The teenage ghost sat on a medical gurney, his pitch-black eyes entirely devoid of light.
He dangled his legs, his head slightly bowed, his fine, short brown hair hanging limply.
Suddenly, a whirlpool of sinister yin energy appeared on the floor, and a yin messenger courier wearing a safety helmet popped out.
The teenage boy looked at him in bewilderment.
“Are you Ying Lin?” the yin messenger courier asked.
The boy was a bit lost.
His name was indeed Ying Lin, but he wasn’t expecting any deliveries.
He had seen mortals frequently bringing packages to the hospital, but he had never seen a yin messenger deliver a package to a ghost lingering in the human realm.
“The name is right, and the address is right.
Then it’s yours.
Remember to sign for it and leave a Five stars review.”
The yin messenger courier pulled out a package from nowhere and handed it to the boy, asking him to press his fingerprint on it.
A fingerprint would carry the ghost soul’s aura.
If the aura matched, it confirmed the identity of the recipient, eliminating the possibility of Wandering Souls and Ghosts fraudulently signing for it.
“The underworld has a delivery service now?” The boy held the package from an unknown sender with a conflicted expression.
He looked at the yin messenger courier with curiosity.
The yin messenger courier probably wasn’t busy, so he had the leisure to chat with the boy.
“The human realm is developing too fast.
Not to mention the population explosion, there are also a lot of new ghosts who are extremely fussy.
They complain that the underworld is too backward, the service is poor, and there are no deliveries or takeout…
Emperor Fengdu got so annoyed by the complaints that he set up a delivery department.
Oh, and a takeout department was established a few days ago.
If you want to order food, you can contact me.”
The courier handed the boy a business card.
The boy stared at it in confusion.
He wondered, “Takeout?
What kind of food do they even have?”
The yin messenger courier was very experienced.
He said, “Candles and incense of all prices and flavors.”
Although human food was delicious, ghosts couldn’t taste it.
Even with a takeout service, it had to cater to a ghost’s palate.
The boy was speechless.
It sounded great, but what if he had no money?
“I heard from other Ghosts that the Fengdu Yin Cha are always short-handed.
How can they deliver packages now?”
“The delivery service is a part-time job for yin messengers on their days off to earn some extra cash,” the yin messenger courier explained.
“It doesn’t affect our main duties.”
In the human realm, ordinary people could be couriers, but that wasn’t the case in the underworld.
Heaven knew whether a courier delivering a package to a door was delivering goods or offering up their own head.
There were many Ghosts lingering in the human realm, and some of the older ones were not to be trifled with.
Take the teenage boy in front of him, for example.
He seemed harmless, but in reality, even yin messengers dared not provoke him.
Therefore, the underworld’s delivery service hadn’t been promoted on a large scale; it only circulated in small circles.
It was generally taken on as a part-time job by Soul Hooking Yin Chai on their days off to make some extra money.
The yin messenger courier sighed.
“We’re always short-handed, but it’s not a recent problem.
With the population explosion in the human world and its rapid growth rate, the Great Emperor has simply resigned himself to it.”
The boy was stunned.
He wondered, “Is it really okay to complain about your boss so blatantly?”
After chatting for a while longer, the yin messenger courier vanished into the whirlpool, and the morgue returned to its usual tranquility.
The boy held the neatly wrapped package in his arms, staring down at it for a long time, seemingly pondering who could have mailed it to him.
He didn’t know how many years it had been since he died.
Since the day he became a ghost, no relatives had ever burned offerings for him.
So how could he possibly have a package now?
This was his first time receiving a delivery.
It was a very novel experience.
He carefully unwrapped it and found several identical pairs of round, silver-rimmed glasses inside.
Each pair had a different prescription.
The boy suddenly thought of Pei Ye.
The answer to who had sent this package was glaringly obvious.
Like a child who had just received a gift, he curled his lips into a faint smile and tried on the glasses one by one.
Finally, he found the pair with the most suitable prescription.
“So bright.”
It was as if the haze obscuring his vision had been swept away, bringing the entire world into sharp focus.
When Pei Ye returned to the dorm, Mi Xiangjun and the others heaved a long sigh of relief.
In the past, they had wished she wouldn’t stay in the dorm and drag down their reputations.
But now, they wished she would never leave their sight.
“Xiao Hong is back!
I brought you some takeout—the handmade cold noodles from the market.
It’s a large portion, and I added a lot of extra peanut butter.” Bai Xiaoxiao usually asked her roommates to bring her takeout, but today she had taken the initiative to bring some for Pei Ye.
“Thanks.” Pei Ye pulled some cash out of her pocket and handed it to Mi Xiangjun.
“What’s this for?” Mi Xiangjun was momentarily stunned.
“To pay for the e-cigarette,” Pei Ye replied.
The cold noodles were indeed delicious.
It was said that the shop in the market relied on a traditional recipe passed down for years, making it a favorite spot among nearby students.
“Xiao Hong, I think I saw a guy drop you off today,” someone mentioned.
Pei Ye asked in return, “You mean Zhu Chun’an?”
“So it really was a guy!” Zhou Huirong exclaimed in surprise, while the others perked up their ears.
“Is he wooing you?”
“He’s a Daoist who catches ghosts,” Pei Ye explained.
“I heard he’s a sophomore over at University 233.”
The girls, who had been expecting some juicy gossip, were rendered speechless.
Pei Ye added, “I helped him solve a case and catch a ghost yesterday.
He came by today to drop off my reward money.”
“Oh.”
Their smiles vanished instantly.
They were terrified at the mere mention of the word “ghost” nowadays, so naturally, they had no interest in discussing Zhu Chun’an, the ghost catcher.
As they were talking, Lei Yating returned with an unfamiliar-looking girl.
This unfamiliar girl was Mei Lixiang, the same roommate who had taken a leave of absence a few days ago to go back to her hometown to replace her ID card.
She hadn’t been around the past two days, so this was Pei Ye’s first time meeting her.
Among everyone in the dorm, Mei Lixiang was the roommate who had the worst relationship with the original owner, Xiao Hong.
The feud between the two dated all the way back to the beginning of their freshman year.