Translator: ChuRen/ YuQiChen
Forum: #Men are silent, women are in tears, the new buns are definitely the most conscientious creation!
1L: RT, no explanation needed.
2L: Quietly lining up for one. Before the buns, running 800 meters would leave me gasping for breath. Now, I can sprint 3,000 meters with no problem.
3L: With these buns, Mom no longer worries about my cultivation being insufficient!
4L: Huh? New ghost here, please explain! These buns sound amazing. Where can I buy them? Are they expensive? I’m physically weak, will eating them help?
5L: To the one above, what they’re talking about is “physical fitness” forcibly developed by not buying buns…
Three days after the Great White Shark arrived in the Underworld, King Yama was very happy—
Because the formerly most annoying Shi Kongzang had found a purpose in his ghost life and stopped pestering him.
The great white shark’s wildly popular buns kept the evil ghosts busy running away, leaving them no time to cause trouble; good ghosts were forced to strengthen their bodies, and their cultivation levels soared, which made King Yama quite pleased.
However, by the fourth day, alongside his satisfaction, King Yama began to feel some worry.
By the fifth day, seeing the Underworld completely turned into an underwater world, King Yama sighed deeply.
#WhiteSharkBuns, helping you experience an extraordinary life#
So, half a month later, surrounded by little animals, King Yama finally lost patience, dropped his official papers, and ran away from home.
In the blink of an eye, Shi Kongzang, discovering all his colleagues in the Underworld had illegally left their posts, and he was suddenly alone: ???
Winter in H City was beautiful. The bare branches were coated with a thin layer of ice, reflecting colourful light under the rising sun.
Icicles of various lengths hung under the eaves on both sides of the street. Occasionally, one would lose support and “plink” fall to the ground, shattering into a puddle of ice.
King Yama squinted slightly, admiring the morning scene, full of deep emotions.
After so many years underground, he didn’t know how long it had been since he last saw such a vibrant scene.
Look at these trees, these stones, these cars, these people…
Which one isn’t lively and full of vigour?
Hey wait a minute…
People?!
In King Yama’s sight, a few street thugs were cornering a high school girl ahead to his right, making lewd jokes with smirks.
“No money? No money—just give me a kiss then.”
“She’s pretty cute. With legs like that, we’ll have a whole year of fun.”
As the wind blew, the thugs’ words drifted into King Yama’s ears.
With a shift in thought, King Yama raised his hand and instantly positioned himself in front of the girl.
One thug’s right wrist was firmly grabbed by King Yama. The thug struggled a few times but couldn’t break free. Infuriated and ashamed, he kicked toward King Yama’s groin.
King Yama raised an eyebrow; his body swayed slightly. In a blink, the world spun, and the thug fell face-first onto the ground, bloodied.
“Damn, you dare touch my brother! I—I’ll get you back!”
Another thug, blustering but weak inside, threw a threatening remark at King Yama, then abandoned his comrade and fled toward the alley without looking back.
The wind blew again, and King Yama’s entire form blurred into a giant mosaic. In the blink of an eye, he blocked the fleeing thug’s path.
The thug rubbed his eyes disbelievingly and screamed, “Monster!”
King Yama smiled and calmly admitted, “Yes.”
Thug: …Huh?
Shouldn’t you deny it and say I’m mistaken?
Seeing the increasing danger in King Yama’s gaze, he sighed without sincerity, “Ah, you caught me by accident. No choice, I guess I have to destroy the evidence.”
The thug almost buckled—He discovered this? More like it was forcibly revealed!
King Yama chuckled softly, two blue flames flickering in his hands, casting eerie light over his face.
The thug whimpered, terrified, froze awkwardly for a moment, then suddenly collapsed limply onto the ground.
He actually fainted from fright!
King Yama pursed his lips disdainfully, kicked the “corpse” on the ground, then glared coldly at the bloodied thug lying there.
Thug: “…I got hurt myself!”
After saying that, he bit his lip and “bam” slammed his head onto the ground.
Stars flashed before his eyes, but he wasn’t out yet.
The thug gritted his teeth and slammed his head onto the ground again.
—Finally, he passed out.
But after such rough treatment, his bloodied face looked even more pitiful.
The girl crouched fearfully in the corner, staring blankly as King Yama approached step by step, then half-crouched and extended a clean, well-shaped, slender hand.
“It’s okay now.” King Yama smiled gently, appearing calm and refined.
The girl timidly glanced at him, and seeing his handsome features, her fear eased somewhat. After hesitating briefly, she placed her palm into his.
King Yama applied gentle pressure, then, somehow pulling out a handkerchief, carefully and tenderly wiped away the tears on her face.
Lowering her eyes, the girl silently blushed.
After cleaning up, King Yama handed her the handkerchief and smiled, asking, “Miss, do you know how to get to Su Ling Life Ltd?”
Huh? What company?
The girl froze instinctively, clearly unfamiliar with the name.
King Yama let out a disappointed sigh in response and said his farewell: “If you don’t know, I shall take my leave then.”
The girl was momentarily distracted by his elegant way of speaking. When she reacted, King Yama was almost out of her sight, leaving only a distant, indifferent back.
She hurriedly caught up and shouted, “I have a way!”
King Yama paused, turned, and raised an eyebrow.
The girl took out her phone, eyes filled with hope: “I might not know, but I have navigation.”
Meanwhile, inside Su Ling’s company, people were leisurely enjoying their morning tea.
Thanks to Tuanzi’s influence, the company’s daily routine had expanded to about six meals—a breakfast, morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, and supper.
Unknowingly, all the ghosts had put on some weight.
Su Ling pinched his soft little belly, looking at the colourful macarons before him, and sighed with worry.
Sheng Ze observed his furrowed brows thoughtfully and said, “I know a recipe for a slimming tea. Want to try it?”
Su Ling: “…Better not.”
Slimming tea just sounds harmful.
Sheng Ze added, “It’s actually pretty tasty.”
Su Ling immediately jumped up from his chair, grabbed Sheng Ze’s sleeve, and headed toward the small kitchen: “Let’s go, let’s try it right now.”
After the two of them left arm in arm, Meng Xiaoman sneakily spread the screen of her phone before the other ghosts and whispered, “Look, isn’t this the old fox?”
On Meng Xiaoman’s phone was a candid photo taken by a passerby.
The picture showed a side profile; because of the distance and pixelation, all you could clearly make out was a man and a woman.
The photo’s headline was very eye-catching—“Shocking! Mosaic Monster Spotted in the Human World, Fighting Evil and Saving a Lost Girl!”
Wu Pan looked confused: “What kind of monster is a Mosaic Monster? Never heard of it.”
Meng Xiaoman pointed down, indicating the line of description beneath: “During the girl’s moment of distress, Mr. Mosaic suddenly appeared, using his mosaic body to trap the opposing thug… According to eyewitness reports, Mr. Mosaic personally admitted he’s a monster and claimed he’s harmless to humans.”
Chang Bai twitched his mouth and commented, “…It’s a pity this reporter didn’t become a novelist.”
Meng Xiaoman rested her chin on her hand and voiced her concern: “Don’t you really think this photo looks a lot like King Yama?”
Wu Pan carefully examined the photo for a long time, shaking his head: “Not really.”
Chang Wu pondered for several seconds, also shaking his head: “He hasn’t left the Underworld for many years; it shouldn’t be him.”
Chang Bai disagreed too, yawning and reminding: “Don’t forget Shi Kongzang is still in the Underworld. With him around, King Yama wouldn’t have time to come to the human world.”
Meng Xiaoman: …That’s true.
“But I still feel like the photo looks a lot like that old fox. Also, the act of rescuing the girl, then immediately starting dubious romantic trouble outside—that’s very much his style!” Meng Xiaoman grumbled unwillingly.
“People can look alike; it’s normal to think so. Look at what the report says—after saving the girl, Mosaic asks for nothing in return, showing such noble character. But if it were King Yama, he’d definitely squeeze every bit of value out of the girl after bestowing his lifesaving favour,” Chang Bai joked.
Wu Pan nodded and added, “Like making the other person lead the way for him.”
At that moment, the high school girl was holding her phone while trying hard to recognise the directions.
Chang Wu said, “Like freeloading from the other person’s wallet to buy snacks for himself.”
The girl and King Yama passed by a cold drink shop. Seeing the colourful popsicles in the freezer, King Yama instinctively stopped, eyes fixed on them, unwilling to look away.
The girl understood, took out her wallet, and treated her saviour to a popsicle with her pocket money.
Chang Bai: “Also, he’d show all sorts of hard-to-please habits, making the other person run errands for him.”
Just then, sunlight shone directly onto King Yama’s face. He raised his hand, frowned, and shielded his eyes from the brightest beam. At the same time, he let out a “tsk” filled with disdain, half-complaining, “So hot.”
The girl… had no choice but to free one hand to hold a parasol to shield the sunlight for him, and she bought a small electric fan from a street stall, holding it for him as it whirred.
King Yama closed his eyes comfortably, hands empty, looking completely like a nobleman in springtime.
In contrast, the girl had to look at her phone, hold the fan, and the parasol… it couldn’t have been more miserable.
Wu Pan clenched his fist and summarised, “Then after using others, he would ruthlessly abandon them… So there’s no way this kind-hearted Mosaic guy is really King Yama!”
At this moment, King Yama stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the company’s front door for a long time.
The girl shyly said, “We’re here.”
King Yama responded with a grunt, turned his attention back to the girl, and smiled, “Thank you, you can go now.”
The girl bit her lip, clearly reluctant to leave.
King Yama seemed unaware of her feelings and, without hesitation, stepped inside.
The girl steeled herself, caught up with him, and asked, “Mister, can I have your contact info? I want to thank you properly…”
King Yama rejected coldly, “No.”
The girl blinked blankly.
King Yama took a long step, bypassed her, and entered the company.
At that moment, Meng Xiaoman stood among all the ghosts and shouted triumphantly, “Hahaha, exactly! Such an outstanding Mr. Mosaic could never be that shameless old fox! If King Yama really appeared before me now, I swear I’d never set foot in a kitchen again for the rest of my life!”
King Yama leaned against the wall, raising a brow indifferently and drawling, “Oh?”
“Snap!” All the ghosts turned their heads sharply toward him, nearly twisting their necks.
Especially Meng Xiaoman, who almost had a breakdown.
No reuploading anywhere else.
Support the author 此山有鬼 by buying chapters on jjwxc!!
Your ko-fi donations would be greatly appreciated.
If you don’t know what to read next you can try these out
After leaving the entertainment industry, the Ge’er became famous for his embroidery skills
[Quick Transmigration] The Paranoid Villain is Coveting the Beautiful Cat Again
I’m currently translating these novels as well~
Ko-fi goals? Extra chapter release once we reach our goal!!
