Translator: ChuRen/ YuQiChen
Su Ling would tell you without hesitation, yes.
He wouldn’t regret his choice to give up his opportunity for reincarnation, scaring the junior ghosts enough. Later, after wandering in the underworld for hundreds of years, once he finally formed his soul and could venture into the human world, he founded the present “Su Ling Life Ltd”
The illusory scene finally dissipated, and the hoarse voice in the blood mist seemed puzzled, “Don’t you regret it?”
Su Ling opened his eyes, only to find faint red traces left on his body from the mist, almost eroding his soul.
Su Ling: …
“Brother, this is getting boring. We agreed to some psychological warfare, not this underhanded play,” Su Ling asked frustrated and indignant.
The voice hesitated, also frustrated, “I’m a malevolent spirit, when did I say I’d talk about righteousness with you?”
Su Ling clicked his tongue, appearing quite dissatisfied.
As the two sides were at a standstill, suddenly a bony hand emerged from the blood mist, grabbing Su Ling forcefully and dragging him to the side.
In a whirlwind, Su Ling found himself breaking free from the blood mist somehow.
Upon closer inspection, a skeleton frame enthusiastically pulled him, running left and right, until they reached the stone tomb where they finally stopped.
The skeleton frame seemed quite tired after running so far, leaning on the coffin and panting.
Su Ling felt defeated, “This is already my third time here today…”
The coffin ghost, now a skeleton frame, slowly turned its head, its two dark eyes fixedly staring at Su Ling.
Though its “face” was now just bones, Su Ling could still sense a resentful expression.
Hmm, upon reflection, constantly barging into someone’s home wasn’t a good idea.
Embarrassed, Su Ling scratched his nose and asked, “Did you save me earlier?”
The coffin ghost pointed at the red marks on Su Ling’s body, whispering softly, “This, it’s poisonous.”
Su Ling paused, glanced down, then nonchalantly replied, “It’s fine, I can handle it.”
After that, Su Ling took out something resembling sugar pills from his pocket and poured two into his mouth. Before long, the red marks on his body disappeared.
The coffin ghost tilted its head, staring at him curiously.
Su Ling shook the sugar pills in his hand and asked with a grin, “Want some?”
The coffin ghost nodded honestly.
“If you answer my question nicely, I’ll give you some.” Su Ling crossed his legs, sat down on the ground, and spoke in a tone as if he were coaxing children in kindergarten.
The coffin ghost continued nodding.
“Alright, first question, is this your tomb chamber?” Su Ling inquired.
The coffin ghost thought for a moment, then suddenly reached out and gestured forward.
Su Ling pursed his lips and reluctantly poured out a sugar pill.
The coffin ghost tossed it into its mouth, and its jaw bones made a creaking sound as it chewed. The chewed sugar pill instantly transformed into a ghostly aura, nourishing the skeleton of the coffin ghost.
“Now can you tell me?” Su Ling urged.
“It’s mine,” the coffin ghost said.
“Why were you locked in the soul-sealing coffin? Did you make a mistake?” Su Ling asked again.
The coffin ghost switched hands and gestured forward.
Su Ling: “… Swindler!”
However, the coffin ghost seemed to have a stance of not speaking unless given a treat.
Helpless, Su Ling had to sacrifice another sugar pill.
“I didn’t do anything wrong. I’m locked in here because of my identity,” the coffin ghost gasped, “I am Emperor Zhou of Shang1Emperor Zhou was the last emperor of the Shang dynasty. His dynasty crumbled because of his debauchery‘s…”
Su Ling was shocked, pulled out a bunch of thunder talismans, and stared at him as if facing a formidable enemy.
“… grandson.” The coffin ghost shrunk back a bit and looked at the thunder talismans with some fear.
Feeling extremely awkward, Su Ling stuffed the items back, wondering, “Emperor Zhou of Shang has a grandson?”
The coffin ghost tilted its head back, struggling with the passage of time, “Probably?”
Su Ling’s mouth twitched as he swiftly moved on to the next question, “The last time I saw you, were you eating your own flesh?”
The coffin ghost shrugged.
Unable to bear it any longer, Su Ling threw the entire bottle of sugar pills at him.
“Well, it’s just too boring here. There’s nothing to eat, so I can only eat myself. Luckily, I can regenerate after eating myself…” The coffin ghost stuffed all the sugar pills into its mouth, crunching loudly!
As a fellow food enthusiast, Su Ling could empathize with his pain.
But eating oneself, that was just too much…
Su Ling covered his stomach, feeling inexplicably nauseous.
“So, you have nothing to do with the paranormal events in the haunted house?” Su Ling pondered.
“Not entirely.” The coffin ghost paused, pondering, “Sometimes I go out to scare people too.”
“There’s nothing to do in the tomb chamber, but I’m too afraid to go elsewhere. If I go out, the Taoists will catch me!” The coffin ghost shrunk back in grievance, “So, the haunted house is great. In the haunted house, we can boldly come out and scare people.”
The coffin ghost spoke of the haunted house with a hint of happiness.
Su Ling couldn’t help but smile wryly.
“But we don’t harm people. The most vicious one is that drowned ghost, he wants to eat people, he’s truly bad.” Perhaps due to being locked up for too long, the coffin ghost spoke with an innocent naivety, resembling a child.
Upon hearing this, Su Ling’s gaze softened, “The haunted house has seen many paranormal events, but not many deaths. Is it because you all keep the drowned ghost in check?”
Proudly, the coffin ghost nodded vigorously.
However…
He exerted a bit too much force, and his jawbone hit his ribcage, making a ‘clang’ sound as it fell off.
Su Ling: …
The coffin ghost nonchalantly picked up his jaw from the floor and silently reattached it.
Seeing this, Su Ling felt even more exasperated, “You put it back the wrong way!”
The coffin ghost paused, then with a ‘click’, detached his jaw once more.
Ā The coffin ghost reattached it once more.
Upside down again!
Su Ling didn’t want to say anything more, he could only numbly get up and approach, feeling exhausted, “Let me do it.”
The coffin ghost generously took off its head and handed it to him.
Su Ling sighed softly, then gently twisted the jaw in the correct direction.
Just as the coffin ghost was about to reach out to take back its head, Su Ling quickly withdrew his hand, saying, “Let me help! I’m afraid you’ll put your head on backward again.”
The head in Su Ling’s hand suddenly burst into laughter.
Su Ling helplessly said, “If you really haven’t done anything wrong, I’ll talk to the underworld and see if they can release you.”
The coffin ghost was stunned for a moment, then suddenly jumped up excitedly, knelt down first, then fell to the ground.
It was quite a spectacular sight.
In fact, the coffin ghost was performing a grand gesture of respect to Su Ling.
Su Ling tried to help him up, but after staring for a while, he still didn’t know where to start with the skeleton…
Meanwhile, Sheng Ze, shrouded in black mist, walked through the corridors of the haunted house. As he walked, he gathered nearby junior ghosts, giving them a pat on the back and then tossing them back.
Behind him, Black and White Impermanence each had a sack, swiftly catching the junior ghosts.
With the Ghost King around, they didn’t need their Soul-Locking Chains anymore. They could fill a sack within a few minutes – highly efficient!
“Speaking of which, Boss Su is quite impressive,” Wu Pan exclaimed, “When it came to the opportunity for reincarnation, he gave it up without hesitation.”
They were not ordinary ghosts, so they could sense everything happening with Su Ling and thus could leisurely clear out the junior ghosts.
“I heard Xiao Man mentioned once that there was a ghost who particularly disliked the soup she made. Because of that, she later deliberately improved the taste of the Meng Po soup,” Chang Bai added.
Sheng Ze was quite surprised, “So, Su Ling has actually benefited others?”
“How is that possible? With Xiao Man’s culinary skills… it might have been better not to improve it,” Wu Pan said with a touch of regret.
Chang Bai and Chang Wu exchanged glances, both in agreement.
Chang Bai: “If we say the previous Meng Po soup was just a bowl of soup that looked abnormal and tasted particularly terrible…”
Wu Pan: “Then the improved Meng Po soup has reached a level where the mere scent brings sorrow and drinking it makes one weep.”
Chang Bai: “The extent of its awfulness is simply unbearable!”
Wu Pan: “Utterly unimaginable!”
Chang Wu: “An outrage to gods and men!”
Chang Bai: “It remains unforgettable even after memory is wiped clean for reincarnation.”
Chang Wu: “It’s hard to forget.”
Sheng Ze was somewhat skeptical, “Is it really that bad?”
Wu Pan, in agony, explained, “My lord, do you know why babies cry when they’re born?”
Chang Bai solemnly stated, “It’s all because they’ve been forced to drink Meng Po soup! After drinking the soup, they lose their memories and forget what caused them such pain. Yet, that feeling of despair still accompanies them into the human world…”
“That cry is a heartfelt plea, a relentless struggle against fate,” Wu Pan explained, “So when babies start eating earthly food, they cry less.”
Sheng Ze: …
Suddenly understanding the horrid taste of Meng Po soup.
“No wonder the underworld’s population has increased so much in recent years,” Sheng Ze remarked.
“Especially Boss Su’s carefree abandonment, setting a precedent for gluttons, resulting in more and more little ghosts refusing to reincarnate,” Chang Bai said.
Wu Pan chuckled, “So, when Boss Su started his company, King Yama threw Xiao Man out. If this continues, the underworld will have to implement a household registration system.”
“Oh?” Sheng Ze raised an intrigued eyebrow and continued, “Since Meng Po was kicked out because of this, what about you guys?”
Wu Pan: …
I don’t want to get into this topic.
“It’s all because Wu Pan talks too much, whispering in King Yama’s ear every day,” Chang Bai slyly revealed.
Wu Pan quickly shifted the blame to another ghost, “No, I applied to be transferred here! Unlike Kongzang, he simply ate too much, costing too much to maintain.”
Sheng Ze turned around, glanced at Black and White Impermanence, then suddenly realized, “Indeed, you two were supposed to wander around in the human world.”
Author’s note: One day, a post floated up on the Underworld forumā
[Shocking! Why are the big shots of the Underworld hiding their identities to work in the human world? Why does the population of the Underworld keep exceeding the limit? The truth is revealed in this issue!]
Meng Po: Because my cooking is terrible.
Shi Kongzang: Because I eat too much.
Wu Pan: Because I’ve read too many books.
Black and White Impermanence: Do I need a reason to go to the human world?
Below the post, the onlookers expressed their amusement: “Hahaha, I bet a hell coin that this post won’t survive the night.”
Little did they know, half a month later, the post was still alive and well.
Onlookers: ??? Is there a cover-up going on? Is the OP related to an administrator? Or is one of the big shots mentioned earlier behind this?
Later, someone uncovered the true identity of the posterānone other than the neighboring Ghost King.
The Ghost King who could eat hundreds of ghosts in one go.
Onlookers: … (Silent as chickens.)
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1 thought on “Chapter 10 – I am Emperor Zhou of the Shang dynasty”
ooohhh, damn HAHAHAHA they were being punished in some ways šš and Su Ling is also a spirit who cultivated a body?? lol, so funny that he’s technically one of them but is so unaware of their true identities and tries to protect them
extra funny how good they are at acting like white lotuses š¤£