CH 147.2

In the live broadcast room.

[God Xin: Actually, I just acted casually. I didn’t expect you to get so immersed that I won the award for best actor. Thank you for your support.]

[Let’s see how God Xin makes the simple straight man fall online step by step.]

[Big boss: Wow, there is such a fresh and refined character in this complicated world, little thing, you have already attracted my attention.]

[Damn, I almost wondered who this is. If I wasn’t seeing the taskbar and knew everything that happened before, I would have believed it as well.]

[One dares to tell, one dares to believe.]

[The big boss in this copy is too innocent.]

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In the darkness of Yanwang town, two figures walked into the town.

One of them put the other behind him, fearing that the other party would get scared or hurt.

Except for the sound of the wind blowing the invocation streamers, there was no other sound in the whole town, it was just like an empty city.

A voice slowly rang out in the darkness, “I didn’t see anyone in the town the other day, and I still don’t see anyone now. Could it be that there is no one in the town?”

Dijia pursed his lips and looked around warily, ” I don’t know much about the town.”

There are big and small officials in the underworld that perform different duties; a day in the realm of the gods is a year outside.

He was too busy with his duties to get away for a few days, and his subordinates reported that everything was still normal in the town.

Dijia’s eyes hidden in the darkness gradually became gloomy, a lot was going on in Yanwang town that he didn’t know about, he didn’t even know that there was a “King Yama” always collecting brides.

He frowned slightly.

Those white-faced people were all made from paper, and are also called shikigami.

*Low-level forms of spirits or ghosts.

However, they are paper people filled with a little resentment, so they are not real shikigami!

After attacking them, he searched for the figure behind them through the residual resentment, but the trail was cut off halfway through.

It was surprising that someone was doing such a thing right under his nose.

Bai Lixin: “This morning, I saw that each courtyard of every house in Yanwang town has a coffin, do you know the significance?”

Dijia collected his thoughts and shook his head after a moment of thought, “I don’t know.”

It is indeed unclear as to why the residents of the world of the living were keeping coffins. “Perhaps it’s a kind of allegory.”

The ground was covered with yellow and white paper money, and as the two walked along the empty street, they suddenly saw a black shadow flash by in the darkness in the distance.

Bai Lixin shivered slightly. “There is something there.”

Dijia: “Stay close to me, let’s go over and have a look.”

The sky was dark, so they could only make out the faint outline of the dark figure. Dijia asked Bai Lixin beside him while chasing after it: “Could it be the companion you are looking for?”

Bai Lixin: “No, I don’t think so, my companion is not so underworldly.”

Dijia: “……”

Sorry, but the most underworldly person is right in front of you.

The dark shadow moved so fast that it felt like it was sliding on the ground.

Light and airy, as if it were being blown by the wind.

Dijia and Bai Lixin’s speed was not slow, and that black shadow was just in front of them. Just as the two were about to catch up with the black shadow, the shadow’s body turned and suddenly disappeared around the corner.

Bai Lixin: “……”

‘I suddenly have a sense of foreboding, should I say that history is always startlingly similar?

If we turn a corner, won’t a paper-tying shop appear across the street?’

Just as Bai Lixin was still complaining in his heart, the two also finally turned the corner, and fortunately, there was no paper-tying shop inside but instead a mansion.

The gate to the mansion was large, and it was obvious that a large family lived there. The ancient, dark red gate was decorated with rows of metallic, semicircular balls.

On both sides of the mansion were two huge white damasks, one on the left and one on the right, and on both sides of the gate were two invocation streamers.

One of the streamers swayed slightly, and a bell rang, while the other didn’t move much.

The gates were closed and stood before them majestically, shutting off any attempt to peek inside.

Bai Lixin and Dijia looked at each other for a moment, and Bai Lixin was instantly in a quandary.

If he broke in, wouldn’t he lose the persona he had worked so hard to create tonight?

After thinking about it, he said, “I want to go in and take a look, I think that black shadow looks like my companion.”

Dijia asked suspiciously, “Didn’t you say it was very underworldly?”

Bai Lixin: “Come to think of it, my companion is usually a bit distracted; I’d rather identify a hundred things wrongly than let one go. I’d feel really guilty in case that black shadow really was him and something unfortunate happened to him.”

Dijia’s gaze toward Bai Lixin blazed up once again.

Look, what a pure soul! His mind is thinking about the safety of his companions, not thinking about the possibility that he might also encounter danger if he went in.’

Dijia looked the young man’s slightly slender body up and down, suddenly hugged him by the waist, and with a sharp jump, went over the wall and entered the courtyard.

The huge courtyard was empty, and as soon as they landed, eight coffins neatly arranged in the courtyard appeared in front of them.…

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“Guest, are you sure you don’t want to buy some paper money or something? We’ve got a fair price and are honest.”

The woman with a white face stopped the hooded man and tried to sell him something from the shop: “Look at this paper money, how festive? Look at the treasure pots; you can become the richest man in the underworld.”

The man was unmoved, his huge hood tilted to one side, as if he were examining the proprietress.

The powder on her face fell all over the floor, and she opened her mouth, her face almost shrinking into a chrysanthemum. The man said coldly, “A mere ant, are you worthy to sell me something?”

With that, he pushed the door open and walked away without a second thought, leaving the proprietress looking at the man’s back with a resentful expression.

The man took two steps, then suddenly sneezed twice and put his hand into his hood to rub it. His head tilted back slightly, obviously a bit upset.

Then, as if remembering something, he opened the chat window and quickly sent a message.

Samael: [Bai Lixin, I have come to the side of living souls; where are you now?]

The other side took a long time before returning the message.

Bai Lixin: [Uh, I’m at the place you just left.]

Samael: [????]

Bai Lixin: [I’ve come to the side full of coffins again.]

Samael: [……]

You really move fast.

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In the live broadcast room.

[True-Tool Samuel is fleeing to catch up, but cannot catch up.]

[Was that sneeze just now because of God Xin?]

[Hahaha, most likely.]

[Hiss, this place is scary. According to the current plot, the world of the living souls is considered the underworld, right? So the place where God Xin is now should be the world of the living. The underworld is more cozy and normal than the world of the living, it’s like the two sides are reversed.]

[Could it be that some copy boss behind the scenes secretly turned the two worlds upside down? And those who think they are living are actually dead, and just like the campus copy, their memories have been tampered with. Aren’t two poles often reversed?]

The question Is, how do you explain King Yama’s Temple in the world of the living souls, and how do you explain how incense is scattered to them? It wouldn’t make sense that even the big boss, who is King Yama, doesn’t know.]

[Ah, that’s true.]

[You have reasoned well, but don’t reason it again.]

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Bai Lixin’s lips twitched as he closed the chat window and walked to the most striking coffin in the entire courtyard.

Judging by the degree of wear and tear, the coffin must have been made at least two years ago. The surface of the coffin was very clean, and it seemed to have been cleaned every day.

The coffin’s lid was on, so Bai Lixin put his hand on the lid and pushed it.

On seeing this, Dijia was just about to stretch out his hand to help, when the coffin was easily pushed open by the young man.

Dijia: “You’re quite strong.”

Where is the promised frail young man?

Bai Lixin’s back stiffened, and he let out a dry chuckle: “I’m a man; isn’t it natural to be able to open a coffin? I can lift heavy things on my own, probably from practice.”

Dijia: “……”

Not only is he pure, but he’s also very self-reliant. How sensible.

A red cloth was laid at the bottom of the coffin; a thick layer of round paper money was laid on top of the cloth, and among the piles of paper money were several other papers.

The papers were cut into simple shapes and appeared very vivid.