CH 146.1

In the distant and mysterious Palace of Yama, there was a small dumpling in a red Tang suit standing on tiptoe next to a cupboard, grasping something.

It was starry and shiny, like the fine, soft gravel of the seashore, but each grain glowed with a golden light.

To be honest, it was more like the stars in the sky.

The small dumpling picked up a large handful of stardust and threw it into the watery mirror in front of him, mumbling under his breath as he did so.

“Ah, Papa!”

“Isn’t he in the other world? How did he get here?”

“Papa wants to get rich overnight, give it to him, give it all to him!”

“Is this enough? I’ll give it all to you!”

The small dumpling simply picked up the bamboo basket containing the stardust and poured it all into the water mirror.

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The jade tiles fell from the black hole like a waterfall and flooded the temple.

The people in the Yama Temple stared blankly at the scene.

The pile of jade tiles trembled, then a young man with disheveled hair pulled himself out.

The young man’s beautiful face was expressionless as he tidied up his messy hair. Just as his hair was about to be tidied, the last jade token fell and hit the young man’s head.

Whispers came from all around.

“Hiss, it looks like it hurts. This young man has a really hard head, it didn’t even bleed?”

“No kidding? But the incense count is really good, did this man save the world in his lifetime?”

“Is there a possibility that he is a relative of King Yama or something?”

“Don’t talk nonsense and swallow it back, King Yama is upright, he won’t do that kind of thing.”

“To be honest, I also want that feeling of being smashed to death by incense.”

“Money can only be used by living souls. But look at this cute baby, he was almost smashed to death, what if he ends up going to the underworld before spending the money?”

Bai Lixin, who was still firmly buried to the waist in jade tiles: “.…”

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In the live broadcast room

[hahaha. God Xin: I’ve never been so speechless.]

[I’ve never been this speechless, I even want to go into the game and yell, “Yama is using the back door.” hahaha]

[Who would have thought that this scatterbrain was actually the boy from the Red Apple House.]

[Huh? Fuck, it turned out to be him! I wondered why this pink doughnut looked so familiar. Why is he here, though? These are two different copies, ah.]

[Maybe the game creators were lazy, so they shared the character models and data between the two copies?]

[Your explanation is quite reasonable. How could God Xin stay unlucky? His family opened a bank, so he’s now rich overnight?]

[I’d like to ask a question, what is the Red Apple House, what happened? I’m a newcomer, can someone please share?]

[God Xin participated in a copy called [Third Symphony of the Undead – Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts] in which the players stayed in a welfare institution called the Red Apple House, which was a space between the living and the underworld. To enter the underworld hotel, you needed to take a karma fruit.]

[The karma fruit grows on a tree; originally, the head would grow after the owner feed it with his qi, and when it is fully grown, it can escort the soul into the underworld. The screen switched to the Underworld for a few seconds and the pink dumpling throwing jade tiles was God Xin’s karma fruit in the Red Apple House.]

[Ohh, so that’s how it is! Thank you so much.]

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Bai Lixin finally pulled himself out of the jade tiles and carefully slid down the pile.

The jade tiles were polished, so he was afraid of stepping on them, which made his movements embarrassing.

When he came down the mountain of jade tiles, he picked up a jade tile beside him and was about to examine it when the familiar and terrifying sound came from overhead again.

Bai Lixin’s pupils contracted, and he slowly looked up, the ceiling above his head once again opened, and a pile of jade tokens came pouring down ……

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At King Yama’s Palace.

The dumpling clumsily picked another basket of stardust and continued to tirelessly scatter it into the water mirror, muttering as he did so.

“I think those were not quite enough, this is Papa, I want to give Papa all the incense tiles.”

“That is my Papa.”

“This isn’t enough, I need to get some more.”

Not far away in the grand and solemn hall, the man in the black gilded and scroll-patterned robe put down his brush with relief, pinching his brow and inadvertently sweeping a glance to the side.

His gaze, which had been relaxed, suddenly sharpened as the hourglass showing the amount of incense frantically trickled away.

The one in charge of the incense count was that silly dumpling who kept calling out “Father.” He wouldn’t have gone crazy, could he?

The man’s expression was instantly grave, and he stood up, striding towards the Incense Hall with big strides…

“What are you doing?”

The small dumpling was pouring vigorously when a low question wrapped in frost suddenly came from behind him.

His whole body subconsciously shuddered, and he craned his head with a shrunken neck, his big wet eyes looking at the man behind him innocently, “Papa is praying in the Temple, saying he wants to get rich overnight.”

Man: “……”

What the hell, why did this little kid get even crazier? One father isn’t enough; yet another one pops up?

“So you gave him what he says he wants? Are you crazy? The ones who dream of becoming rich overnight are idle scum,” the man’s face was gloomy as he stared at the round, small dumpling in front of him, “Did you sprinkle a lot?”

The small dumpling pouted: “Not a lot, a basket and a half.”

Man: “???!!!”

One and a half baskets? All the living souls in Yanwang Town combined could not even share half a basket, let alone one and a half.

He took a deep breath and tried to restrain his desire to slap the small dumpling to death, striding forward while frowning, “One and a half baskets? How can he be worthy? You’ve been in the underworld for more than ten years, my child, don’t you know that the amount of incense for living souls is not enough? How can you make such a low-level mistake? I order you to find this man right now and accept the punishment for your mistake. Don’t come back until you find him.”

The small dumpling looked at the man with resignation, “But, he is Papa, ah, he will be angry if he knows how you treat him.”

The man laughed in anger: “I don’t care who he is. I have never looked at anyone’s face before, I am the master of the Yama Palace. He is just a mere mortal, you seem to be really mad to say such things. I think I should give the job of incense officer to someone else.”

The small dumpling’s eyes widened in disbelief, his big, beautiful eyes full of disappointment and sadness. He put his hands at his waist, pointed his chubby white finger at the man, and scolded, “How dare you scold me and try to kick me out! You bad daddy, you wait for me, I’m going to go and tell Papa, you’ll regret it for sure, hum!”

With these words, the small dumpling left with a basket of stardust.

The man’s cold eyes watched the small dumpling leave, and he turned to leave the Incense Hall as well.

When he turned around, a sudden “click” came to his mind, and he became interested in the water mirror in front of him.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked up to the mirror.

The surface of the water mirror was still rippling, and the scene in the mirror was somewhat distorted and blurred by these ripples, but this did not affect the dazzling brilliance of the young man in the picture.

With just a glance, the man easily locked onto the young man amidst the countless living souls. He was currently staring at the mountain of jade tiles in front of him with a sad face.

The jade tiles were no longer able to fit in the temple, and they were now spilling out of the Hall, causing countless living souls to gather around them in wonder.

The young man’s hair was disheveled, but the slightly ruffled hair didn’t make him look wretched, but added a bit of playfulness and vividness to the young man.

The man gulped, his deep, dark gaze staring closely at the young man’s figure.

The ripples gradually dissipated, the water returned to calm, and the young man’s somewhat blurred face finally became clear.

At that moment, the man’s breath instantly caught, and his cheeks became a little flushed.

Ahem.

Why is the young man frowning?

The man looked over the young man’s prayer, there was a simple and blunt request: I want to be rich overnight!

The man muttered, “Want to be rich overnight? He must be in some kind of distress.”

“Are you frowning because the amount is not enough?”

With that, the man took another basket of stardust from his drawer and dumped it all down, saying, “That should be enough, right?”

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