Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Will they provide an internship certificate?

The black-robed yin emissary, 014, remained silent for a few seconds before indignantly saying, 'If they don’t provide it, just let me know.'

It's just a trivial internship certificate. What's the harm in asking for one while working for the underworld for free? It's not like I'm asking the King of Hell to step down! Is that such a high demand?

Everyone couldn't help but look at the black-robed yin emissary in surprise. Are yin emissaries really this chivalrous these days? We've only met twice, and you're already backing the intern?

The black-robed yin emissary, 014, crossed his arms and said, 'Just let me know so I can steer clear of that department's leader. I don't want to be accidentally transferred there.'

Everyone: "..."

Dr. Wu said, "Only the mystical sects and special affairs departments would acknowledge this internship certificate."

Su Chenyu thought having one was better than not having one.

Yuan Song fixed his gaze on Dr. Wu and eagerly asked, "Dr. Wu, how can I apply for the internship as a yin emissary in the underworld?"

Tang Xueshan's ghostly tears fell once more. Despite Dr. Wu having already explained the role of a yin emissary, he still wanted to become one.

Before Dr. Wu could reply, the black-robed yin emissary, 014, emitted a bone-chilling ghostly laugh, 'It's not that easy.'

Being a yin emissary, or a living yin emissary, entails a living person's soul departing the body to serve in the underworld, guiding ghosts and demons.

Despite the harsh conditions, even working without pay, becoming a yin emissary is no simple feat.

Given that yin emissaries can interact with ghosts and deities, it's easy to leverage this for personal gain in the mortal world. Many masters entertain the notion of sacrificing one individual to enrich their entire family. Thus, aside from the requirements of one's birth chart, there are also stringent criteria for character and abilities.

The black-robed yin emissary, 014, scrutinized Yuan Song and thought he was decent, but just decent.

Attend the spring or autumn recruitment fairs, and you'll see a sea of people who all seem more or less the same.

Dr. Wu instructed Yuan Song, "Now, draft a personal resume using cinnabar, and I'll assist you in burning it."

The black-robed yin emissary, 014, didn't consider this particularly remarkable. Any Master Liu with some skill knows the method of burning petitions at the City God Temple. This situation is similar. After all, the pile of applications burned on his boss's desk is mountainous, and whether they'll be read is uncertain.

Even so, this shaman still suggested that Yuan Song personally escort Tang Xueshan to the Yellow Springs Road. Would the underworld even give them the time?

However, workplace politics made the yin emissary, 014, just smile oddly.

Yuan Song didn't doubt it and immediately started writing his resume. Li Hao went to fetch the yellow paper and cinnabar they always kept at home.

Dr. Wu stood by and said, "First, write your personal information, then your honors and experiences in mysticism, relevant skill certificates, and personal evaluation."

Yuan Song thought for a moment, then picked up a brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and started writing. He even excitedly realized that he could include the incident on the Dream Cruise where he angrily stabbed Master Liu's hand as an honor in his resume.

Tang Xueshan floated nearby, watching in surprise, 'You used to help people with funerals back home? Why did you never share that with me?'

Yuan Song took a moment to say, "I was afraid it would scare you."

Li Hao and the others rolled their eyes, feeling like they were being shown up.

Yuan Song carefully recalled his experiences related to mysticism over the years, selecting and filling in as much as he could.

"Dr. Wu, can I include my university's Level 6 certificate as a relevant skill?" Yuan Song asked uncertainly.

Dr. Wu: "Yes, yin emissaries might encounter foreign ghosts. Nowadays, many yin emissaries only know how to say 'I'm fine, thank you, and you?' when they meet foreign ghosts, like NPCs checking in."

He Yunxiao and Li Hao were dumbfounded—do they really have to learn English both in life and after death?

Yuan Song penned a lengthy application letter. After a quick glance, Wu Heng solemnly asked, "Are you sure? Do you really want to apply for the internship as a living yin emissary in the underworld? Free labor for the underworld, and it’ll cut into your lifespan."

They are in love now, but love is unpredictable. If the affection fades in the future, and he remains a living yin emissary, the persistent Tang Xueshan might keep haunting him.

Yuan Song’s lips curled into a faint smile: "Dying early isn’t so bad—it means I’ll reunite with her sooner."

Wu Heng nodded, not mentioning that being a living yin emissary for the underworld actually earns merit, with future preferential policies.

After his natural death, the underworld could favor him to become a true ghost emissary, free from the cycle of reincarnation. If he chooses not to, he could reincarnate early into a happy family.

In this life, they’re no longer destined to be husband and wife—they can only hope for the next life.

If they remain as in love as they are today, it's not impossible for them to reincarnate together as happy childhood sweethearts.

Love can be as fleeting as scattered sand or as enduring as solid rock. Whether they are the former or the latter depends entirely on themselves.

Wu Heng had Yuan Song stamp his fingerprint with cinnabar, then pushed the application letter to Shi Xuan: "Take a look."

Shi Xuan quickly scanned the resume and said briefly, "Looks good."

Wu Heng handed a brush dipped in black ink to Shi Xuan, "If you think it’s good, jot down a recommendation for him."

Wu Heng's eyes sparkled, curious about the high school exam paper his friend had set for Yang Xing and Han Ye, which the underworld actually recognized, and wanted to try him again.

After a moment’s thought, Shi Xuan scribbled a line at the bottom of the application: "Recommend this individual for an internship at your esteemed institution."

Shi Xuan put down the brush and asked, "Does this work?"

Wu Heng looked at the sharp, bamboo-like handwriting and nodded in satisfaction, taking out a red candle from his cloth bag to expedite its delivery.

Wu Heng said, "This application letter will be rushed to the underworld’s desk, ensuring they will see it, but whether you actually become a yin emissary still hinges on your own skills."

Wu Heng estimated a result within three days, so he looked at the black-robed yin emissary and said, "Could you check back in three days?"

The yin emissary let out a strange laugh from his nose, thinking this shaman overestimated the underworld's efficiency.

Three days?

As far as he knew, his boss’s desk was still piled with application letters from ten years ago, untouched to this day.

Tang Xueshan, the female ghost, wouldn't have the chance to linger in the mortal world for ten years.

The yin emissary looked Wu Heng up and down, remembering he was the shaman who lit the sky lantern for Zhao Qingyun, and didn't dare to offend him too much, saying with a strange smile, 'Alright, but don't push it.'

If a yin emissary fails to guide ghosts and demons three times, the consequences are borne by the ghosts themselves.

The yin emissary looked at the sky outside, feeling pleased, having wasted time during work hours.

He planned to go elsewhere first, as tonight's quota hadn't been met, when suddenly a cry of surprise came from behind.

Turning around, he saw Yuan Song suddenly collapse, his phone falling out of his pocket, the screen lighting up.

The yin emissary felt a slight surprise: 'One dead? My quota for tonight is met?'

Perfect—without even stepping out, he hit his quota and breezed through the night.

Tang Xueshan, frantic, hurried over: 'Yuan Song, Yuan Song, what's wrong? Wake up, please.'

Even though she knew she had become a ghost, and if Yuan Song died, he could immediately join her, Tang Xueshan didn’t want him to die.

"Dr. Wu, please take a look at him quickly."

Wu Heng looked surprised for a moment, then turned to Shi Xuan.

The high schoolers remembered they had evening study hall later, so while watching the commotion, they quickly ate their hotpot.

Shi Xuan, holding his chopsticks, paused when he noticed Wu Heng watching him. He placed the piece of meat he had picked up into Wu Heng’s bowl, "Want some?"

Li Hao and the others watched Yuan Song lying on the ground and saw a faint shadow of a soul floating out of his body. They freaked out and started screaming, "This is it, someone died here, it’s officially a haunted house now. I can’t stay here anymore."

Tang Xueshan looked at Yuan Song’s soul in disbelief, "How did you die? A heart attack?"

However, Su Chenyu, being a med student, immediately stepped forward to check Yuan Song’s pulse at his neck, "There’s still a faint pulse."

So, is he dead or alive?

Everyone was confused and turned to Wu Heng. Wu Heng shifted his gaze from Shi Xuan to Yuan Song and said, "He’s not dead; his soul has been summoned by the underworld."

Wu Heng immediately said, "Answer the video call; it’s probably the underworld interview."

Everyone turned to look at Yuan Song’s phone on the ground. The phone screen kept lighting up, but there was no caller ID.

Yuan Song, his soul just extracted, was still disoriented, but upon hearing Wu Heng’s words, he quickly regained clarity and answered the video call. The screen turned eerie and terrifying in an instant, and even through the phone, it gave everyone chills.

The screen was filled with a faint mist, obscuring the figure behind it, but it made everyone’s hands and feet go cold, their hearts racing.

Yuan Song’s soul immediately took the phone into a room to proceed with the interview process.

Everyone exchanged glances, and after a long while, Su Chenyu whispered, "Isn’t this... BOSS Zhipin?"

He Yunxiao exclaimed in shock, "That fast?"

Didn’t Dr. Wu just send the application?

Even Wu Heng had expected it to take three days, but this was almost instant, like they were in a hurry.

Wu Heng looked at Shi Xuan and, seeing his usual calmness, finally felt a bit of what Chen Zhao had experienced. He stared at Shi Xuan very seriously and said, "Bro, if you make it big, don’t forget me."

Wu Heng vaguely knew that while his express delivery was real, the speed at which it came also had a lot to do with Shi Xuan’s recommendation.

Shi Xuan laughed, "How could I forget you?"

The little white snake on the table was thrilled. It knew it had good judgment, recognizing a godfather who seemed very powerful!

Except for Tang Xueshan, who kept looking between the bedroom where the interview was taking place and Yuan Song’s body on the ground with only a faint pulse, she was extremely busy.

The others, knowing Yuan Song wasn’t dead, ate even faster.

When the hotpot was completely empty, the bedroom door opened, and Yuan Song’s soul floated out. Meeting Tang Xueshan’s anxious gaze, he smiled faintly, "Successfully secured an internship offer from the underworld as a yin emissary. The internship lasts for one year, after which I can be considered for a permanent position. Due to the special nature of the job, no salary or social security benefits are provided."

Yin emissary Zero One Four was in disarray in the yin wind, "What? Just hired as free labor? Don’t I need to go back and wait for notification?"

Was this even an hour?

Yuan Song looked at the black-robed yin emissary in front of him and said, "You must be Senior Zero One Four, right? The leader asked you to guide me, the intern, and also told me to remind you to push for more performance by the end of the month, to guide more ghosts and demons."

Yin emissary Zero One Four, "..."

Holy crap, did we just randomly become part of a department?

As for the latter part, Yin Emissary 014 pretended not to hear it.

"What’s that in Yuan Song’s hand?" Su Chenyu noticed something in Yuan Song’s hand and gently pried open his warm palm.

Instantly, everyone saw what he was holding.

Paper effigies!

A set of work robes crafted from thin black paper, a black tall hat, a pair of black funeral shoes, a paper lantern, and a soul-hooking rope.

Yuan Song looked slightly surprised. The interview had been so strict, yet he didn’t need to bring his own equipment.

As long as you keep your expectations low, even small perks can feel like a pleasant surprise.

Seeing this, Wu Heng helped burn the paper effigy set with a white candle, and Yuan Song’s soul was immediately equipped. He quickly put on the work clothes, and if you didn’t look closely, you couldn’t tell the difference between him and a proper yin emissary, nor could you tell he was still a living soul.

Only from the subtle details could you see the difference between the intern’s uniform and Yin Emissary 014’s black robe uniform.

Tang Xueshan was both happy and sad, curiously circling Yuan Song, admiring how handsome he looked.

Her little sun, now she’d only see the moon.

"Are you ready to reincarnate now?" Yuan Song gently stroked Tang Xueshan’s hair and asked softly.

Tang Xueshan smiled, squinted her eyes, and nodded firmly.

Tang Xueshan turned to everyone, first bowing deeply to Wu Heng: "Thank you, Dr. Wu. I’ve taken so much of your yin-tonifying medicine, and now I can go to the underworld in peace, all thanks to you."

"If I make it to the underworld, I’ll definitely spread your name and make Chengde Medical Hall famous in the underworld!"

"Oh, and when Yuan Song wakes up, have him cover my consultation fee."

Wu Heng nodded with a smile, not turning down the fee.

Tang Xueshan then looked at Li Hao, Wang Dong, and the three black-haired guys, her eyes filled with apology: "I’m really sorry for bothering you for so long and draining your yang energy. But I’m grateful you took me in."

Tang Xueshan scratched her head, feeling that a simple thank you wasn’t enough. But since Li Hao and the others were rich young men who didn’t need money, she couldn’t pay them like she did with Dr. Wu.

She thought for a moment and then her eyes lit up: "I was a web novelist in my past life. How about this? When I get to the underworld, I’ll write a novel starring each of you. Your names sound like side characters or minor villains, but I’ll make you the leads for once. How’s that?"

Li Hao and the others’ smiles froze: "?"

Li Hao and the others cried out in despair: "Sister Ghost, you can’t repay kindness with betrayal like this! Didn’t you write pure love stories? We’re straight men!"

The thing is, Tang Xueshan was rumored to love writing about two men’s overly sweet love stories. The thought of the protagonists in the book having their names and kissing their buddies drove them nuts.

The people around couldn’t help but laugh.

Xi Xi, who had been quietly curled up in He Yunxiao’s palm, suddenly spoke up sweetly: "Big author sister, not every ghost in the underworld has a smartphone. You’ll need to land a good job to maybe get a phone. Then you can use it to contact the wandering yin emissary uncle."

Tang Xueshan was overjoyed. This way, they could not only meet up sometimes but also chat online?

Looking at it this way, life wasn’t all that bad!

Tang Xueshan gratefully looked at Xi Xi: "Thank you, little snake baby."

Xi Xi flicked her tongue and then pitched in for her favorite Teacher Yang: "Author sister, our Teacher Yang has been studying pure love novels recently. He can be your first reader."

Everyone was speechless...

Well, well, well, truly Teacher Yang’s prized student.

Li Hao thought for a moment and said, "Since Senior Yuan Song has become a yin emissary, he should be able to meet you often. Sister Ghost, you can focus on your writing down there. If there’s anything Yuan Song can’t handle, let him tell us. We’ve been roommates forever, and we’ve got the cash to make things happen."

It must be said, after living under the same roof for so long, hearing that Sister Ghost was about to depart, Li Hao and the others felt a bit reluctant.

Sure, she’s a ghost, but beyond that, there’s nothing really scary about her.

Tang Xueshan nodded with a smile. As a full-time author who’s a bit of a recluse and socially anxious, she never expected to make so many friends after death. Her time in the human world wasn’t for nothing.

Tang Xueshan turned to look at the yin emissary beside her, her pale face full of smiles without a trace of fear: "Please, great lord, escort this humble soul to the Yellow Spring Road. I’ll give you a five-star review when the time comes."

Yuan Song put away the soul-catching rope and reached out to hold Tang Xueshan’s hand as usual, as if they were going for a leisurely walk: "Alright."

Though the Yellow Spring Road is tough, his company makes it a blossoming journey.

The black-robed yin emissary from 014 just watched his intern, Yuan, the yin emissary, lead Tang Xueshan to the underworld.

The black-robed yin emissary from 014 was completely lost in thought: "???"

What’s going on? Did he really personally send his girlfriend to the Yellow Spring Road?

Not only is Yuan Song not dead, but he’s also become his intern, and even Tang Xueshan couldn’t be guided.

Why does his hard-earned performance fly away every time he encounters Wu Heng?

The black-robed yin emissary from 014 kept staring at Wu Heng, his lifeless eyes brimmed with a mix of emotions, and yin energy swirled around him.

Shi Xuan stood in front of Wu Heng without a word, and then the yin emissary suddenly took out a tablet from the lantern, quickly checking the work records with a serious expression. The dead man’s face lit up with a satisfied, almost smug smile: "Hey, it’s fine. I counted, and this month’s performance is enough. No worries about getting fired, so I’m heading out early."