Fame From Part Time Efforts Chapter 5

Female ghosts don’t know much about the underworld. They are evil ghosts who stay in the human world. They only hear about what departments there are in the underworld, but no one has ever told them what the logistics departments of the underworld are...

but.

She looked at this impermanent look and felt that the other person was so sincere.

Lan He has already started her performance: "The mask on my face is to prevent splashing. Do you know the Beijing Deer Garden Hotel? I was the executive chef there before I died. We mainly cook Huaiyang cuisine and stew medicinal food. Because of the preferences of the superiors, I also learned to make snacks. I usually don't come out, but you also know the customs in the underworld. There are dishes that need to be decorated with gold foil, and they asked me to provide the gold foil myself. In fact, does gold foil affect the taste? Not at all, it just increases the value. I am so poor again, I am looking around to see if there is any ghost with gold, I can... that."

When he was in school, he was always good at improvisation. He actually played a cook, and also took Walter White's greedy image as a reference, and his performance was very full.

At this moment, it doesn’t matter if the audience is ghosts, the parking lot is his stage.

Xiaohong and Xiaolu looked at Lan He and felt even more that he was not lying.

Maybe the original intention was really that he smelled a ghost and wanted to blackmail him?

They used their limited rationality to analyze the situation. Since the other party was not here to meddle in other people's business, there was no need to keep pestering him. Even if he was from the kitchen team, he was still a senton.

"Well, the cook is ready! The cook is ready to serve the guests! I am so happy!

The neighbors have lost their fighting power. The two of them and Lan He alone are not outnumbered.

Lan He spread her hands and said, "See you later. I wish you a happy and peaceful life."

He took a few steps back, then suddenly pulled out a handful of paper cows and paper horses from his arms and threw them out.

"Oxen and horses know the way to the underworld, forever leaving the mountains and caves of the underworld. Ink and paper cannot express the Lord of Hell, the sun and the moon have no light, but my eyes are bright."

The paper cows and horses grew in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, they formed a group. They swung their heads and tails and came to life, separating Xiaohong from her possessed neighbor.

---The underworld and the living world have some overlap, but they cannot see each other. Ghosts need to use paper to bring (burn) things to the other world, but Lan He brought them to the world of souls himself, so he naturally skipped the action of bringing things and only needed to consecrate them.

Lan He lowered his right hand, and the chain around his wrist also fell down.

Seeing the situation, how could Xiaohong and Xiaolu not understand that they were cheated? Why would a cook carry a soul-catching rope with him?

When Xiao Hong was exposed, the red color on her body became even brighter, like blood. But before she could make any move, she heard a "moo" and a "thump", and the cattle and horses raised their hooves and galloped away, knocking her down and plowing the spot ten more times.

Using the majority to bully the minority? This is using the majority to bully the minority.

Lan He, on his side, threw the soul-catching rope and put it on his "neighbor".

The "neighbor" was so shocked that he screamed and fell to the ground, rolling several times, unwilling to leave the body.

Lan He walked forward holding the chain and saw his body twitching, revealing overlapping green shadows.

The "neighbor" suddenly jumped up, his hands turned blue-black, and he tried to pinch Lan He.

Lan He tilted his head and punched his "neighbor" hard in the face.

He looks fair and even a little thin, but he is definitely not skinny. He exercises regularly. Without a good body, how can he stay up late to film?

This punch was a physical soul-killing punch. The "neighbor" had a nosebleed and fell backwards, while the green ghost was still sitting there, not being able to keep up with the movement of his body at all.

"Come!" Lan He pulled the chain, and Xiaolu was completely separated from his neighbor's body. He was dragged up by Lan He, still struggling and trying to punch and kick Lan He.

The neighbor was still lying there, unconscious.

Over there, the trampling was intense. Xiaohong was almost plowed flat. She struggled to get up and let out a scream.

The lights in the parking lot flickered several times along with the whistling sound. Her nails grew swollen and she scratched the cows and horses frantically. After all, they were made of paper, and a few of them were damaged by her scratching. They groaned a few times, walked to the side, fell to the ground and died, and turned into scraps of paper.

Lan He threw out the remaining paper cows and paper horses. Actually, now that he had his hands free, he could also choose to use the Soul-Catching Rope, but it was the first time he saw his origami come true, so he couldn't help but feel curious and wanted to take another look.

When Xiaohong saw that Lanhe had locked up Xiaolu, she became even more furious and frantically tore apart everything in front of her.

The soul-harvesting ghosts are able to kill and destroy the evil spirits. Even though they are hit by chains in the hands of the Black and White Impermanence, they are enough to control them.

Xiaolu felt that something was wrong and begged Lan He, "Sir, I have a bunch of gold foil that was burned for me by the person who wanted to harm me before. I will give it all to you. Please take the cattle and horses. She can't bear it anymore."

The conditions below were not very good, and the ghost officials were severely corrupt. However, the quality of the gold and silver received by all the ghosts was just so-so, and after removing the broken coins, there was not much left.

She thought that even if Lan He was not a cook, she would not refuse the gold.

Before Lan He could say anything, another chain flew over and tied Xiao Hong tightly.

When Lan He looked back, he saw a ghost wearing the same uniform as him. He was also holding a lantern with the words "Hell" written on it, and on his tall hat was written "Peace on Earth".

The ghost messenger also had a dead face with a blue-gray face and narrow eyes. He smiled at Lan He and said, "I am Yan San. Lao Bai has received your letter, but he has something else to do, so he gave me half of the gold mountain you gave him and asked me to help him."

Xiaolu: "............"

Xiao Hong said angrily: "You are not from the kitchen team at all!"

Yan San looked at them and laughed sinisterly twice, "When did the underworld have this kind of organization? Do you believe in the kitchen team?"

He saw Xiaohong's miserable appearance, and those paper cows and horses were in perfect shape and spirit, even exquisite, and their ferocious postures surpassed almost all the paper-made ones he had seen. No wonder they could make such a good quality ingot.

Xiaohong and Xiaolu were silent for a moment, then started cursing Lan He.

Lan He confidently said: "I am in logistics, specializing in providing money and equipment, it's a similar job!"

Little Green is so crazy, it’s so different!

Lan He only felt that the resentful emotion was transmitted along with the chains again, but apart from the difference in the emotions it contained, it was not as overwhelming as before.

This was an unexpected gain. Lan He also wanted Lao Bai to take him to see the evil ghost and get some materials, so that he could experience Xiao Lu's emotions firsthand.

Lan He: "Hey, can you be more vicious?"

Little Green: ".................."

Xiaolu was so angry that she rolled her eyes. It was the first time she encountered someone saying that she was not vicious enough as a ghost! He was looking down on her. If she was not vicious, how could that person lie there?

What kind of B@st@ard is this!

Being provoked by Lan He, he felt not only resentment but also hatred.

Xiaolu's eyes were bleeding as she stared at Lanhe viciously. Lanhe savored that emotion, the malice, the resentment, and the cold pain of not being able to be liberated...

Yan San murmured: "What hobby..."

Lao Bai also said that his new recruit, Sheng Wuchang, was very kind-hearted and easy to talk to, but sometimes he was a little treacherous. Now it seems that the publicity and the reality are completely different.

Lan He pulled away from her emotions and said to Xiao Lu sincerely: "Thank you."

Little Green: "Pah."

Yan San weighed the ghosts and said, "Oh, by the way, it seems that you are less than three years old as ghosts. It takes three years for a dead ghost to catch a substitute. How did you secretly learn the art of catching the living? Tell me the whole story in detail!"

Xiaohong and Xiaolu were silent for a moment.

Lan He didn't know this rule. He was simply helping his neighbor as a fellow human being. Catching a substitute was a matter of personal ability.

He only vaguely understood from the neighbor's phone call that Xiaohong and Xiaolu must have been entangled with someone, and that person went to the neighbor for help. The process was very simple. But he didn't expect that Xiaohong and Xiaolu still violated the rules.

Xiao Hong and Xiao Lu didn't say anything. Yan San just sneered twice, "Forget it, at this time of year, all kinds of evil spirits will come out..."

What season is it? Qingming Festival? Lan He thought Yan San was talking about this. "What should we do now? Take them to Dongyue Hell for trial?"

"Hahaha, they are evil ghosts who died such violent deaths, it's not possible for them to go to the underworld casually. Moreover, they broke the rules. Even if there are masters to help them to reincarnate and clear their grievances, they'll have to wait...Besides, even if I can take them there, I can't take them to the Dongyue underworld." Yan San gestured to Lan He to look at his lantern, which had the word "Hell" written on it.

"This underworld... isn't there only one?" Lan He had also seen the words on the lantern before, but he thought they were different expressions of the same place, and said in confusion.

"Of course there is only one underworld, but there are several bosses. Although you and I can be considered colleagues, I cannot report to your boss." Yan San said leisurely, "To put it simply, the gods rely on human spirits! In the past, the Dongyue underworld had the most believers, and the Lord of the Underworld was the Lord of the Underworld. Later, more people believed in King Yama, so the power was divided, and the Lord of the Underworld also had an additional title: the 'King of Mount Tai' among the Ten Yama Palaces. While everyone has their own functions, they also rely on each other, some are responsible for judging cases, and some are responsible for collecting prisoners."

Lan He had never had a systematic understanding of the underworld system, but after listening to him, he realized that the underworld and the world of the living were indeed closely related and had experienced changes in power.

Moreover, he also realized what Yan San did not say: Yama is a Buddhist concept, and King Taishan comes from the Taoist system of gods. As more people believed in Yama, Buddhism was introduced into China, and the two religions merged with each other in this regard, eventually forming the current situation.

"Thank you very much. I don't know how to perform the ritual of salvation, so what should I do with them?" Lan He felt that it was not a good idea. She couldn't just let them go. Who could guarantee that they wouldn't do anything else in the future?

"What's the big deal? Just send it to someone for salvation. This is the capital city, the place with the most scammers in China, and also the place with the highest concentration of masters." Yan San said nonchalantly.

Lan He: "......"

He was speechless, but when he thought about it, it was true. After all, this was the capital. Even if the masters themselves did not move to higher positions, they might be invited here.

Yan Sanxi narrowed his eyes and counted them, "Monks, Taoist priests, feng shui masters, and immortals... If you divide it up evenly, every community can get one or two people who eat the food of the underworld. There are always those with good hearts who will do free salvation."

"It seems that you are very experienced. Where should we send them?" Lan He thought of her neighbor. Isn't he a Gu Master?

"We Wuchang usually don't get involved in such matters, but we are all colleagues, and now that you have spoken..." Yan San paused.

"A mountain of gold." Lan He was already very skilled at it, and thought to himself that he was just treating it as his unfilial son's underachieving friend coming to his house to play.

Sure enough, Yan San immediately said cheerfully: "Then let's go to Juehui Temple. The monks there love to do these things the most!"

Lan He had also heard of Juehui Temple. This place is very famous and has a history of hundreds of years. It was once a place for the royal family to pray. There is also a huge Buddhist bell in the temple, a cultural relic made in the Ming Dynasty, weighing dozens of tons, known as the King of Bells. It is said that the incense here is efficacious and is very famous in Beijing. Some celebrities in the circle also like to go there.

......

"You won't die, let's go!"

Before leaving, Lan He wanted to check on the neighbor's injuries, but he heard Yan San urging him. He was wondering how he would explain if he used his body to support the neighbor and save him. But Yan San seemed to want him to abandon him.

If someone else said this, he would definitely think that the other person was too cold, but what Yan San said... was the truth. The other person really had not yet died, so it didn't matter whether he cared or not.

"Oh well."

As they walk on the dark road, they will encounter ghosts in twos and threes along the way. Some of them have not yet gone to the underworld, while others cannot go to the underworld. Some do so voluntarily, while others do so out of necessity.

Yan San was holding a lantern, and the wandering ghosts hid away when they saw him from afar.

There was only one exception. When they reached a crossroads, they saw a man sitting on a large rock by the roadside. He did not shy away from them. He had short hair that reached below his ears, with the ends slightly curled. He was dressed in black, and his eyes were as dark and deep as black jade. He was handsome with a sense of pride.

A piece of light-colored wooden rosary was exposed at the man's collar, and it became visible when the rosary was wrapped around the back of his neck. A long silk ribbon hung down from his back, with a golden lotus-shaped back fish hanging down, which held down his slightly wide robe, giving it a unique style.

Lan He couldn't help but take a closer look, wondering why the other party didn't run away, and he didn't seem to smell the ash...

Yan San interrupted his thoughts: "Well, we are only a little way to Juehui Temple. When the time comes, we will put them at the door, knock on the door, hide, and wait for the monks to come out and pick them up..."

Lan He: ...It sounds weird.

Xiaohong and Xiaolu started cursing after hearing this. It wasn't that they had any objections to the destination, they just wanted to curse Lan He.

"Impermanence ghost, B@st@ard!"

"Don't let us see you again!"

"You are such a shameless scoundrel! You lied to us that you are from the kitchen staff!"

Looking back, the bad thing was that I was deceived by Gou Wuchang's words "cooking squad".

The voice was so sharp and piercing that even the man on the side of the road who had been unmoved looked over.

Lan He cursed back: "You break the rules and hurt others, you are hooligans and shameless."

The function of this soul-catching rope should be improved in the future so that the hooked ghost can no longer speak.

Lan He and Yan San brought them to the gate of Juehui Temple. According to Yan San's words, Lan He put a piece of paper behind their necks and hid after knocking on the door. Even if the monks couldn't see ghosts, they could see the paper. In this way, they watched them being received by the monks.

"In this way, after the salvation, the City God will take you there." Yan San said, "We are done. Now, Xiaolai, are you going to go back by yourself?"

Who is Xiao Lai? Lan He took a while to realize that he was talking about the words on his hat...

Because Lan He refused to reveal her name, and although Lao Bai was unfilial, he kept his mouth shut after taking the money and didn't even tell his colleagues, so Yan San just kept calling her that.

"Yes, thank you, senior, for bothering you today." Lan He also thanked him. Okay, Xiao Lai.

"Haha, it's just a small matter, just a small matter." Yan San waved his hand and walked away with the lantern.

......

Lan He returned along the same route and when he passed the intersection, he saw the man in black still sitting there. He was also curious, how could a ghost have no smell. Ghosts that died on the shore smelled like paper ash, ghosts that died in the water smelled fishy,   and fierce ghosts smelled of blood...but the man in black had no smell at all.

Lan He stopped and stared at him for a few seconds, and even felt that this person looked a little familiar. She didn't know if it was an illusion, or if beautiful people always have similarities.

He couldn't help but ask, "Friend, how did you die?"

Song Futan looked up at the ghost messenger. He only showed his two eyes. His eyelids were very thin, and his pupils were a warm brown. He did not have the dead air or evil spirit of ordinary ghosts. On his tall hat, there was a sign saying "I'm here now". He had never seen such a ghost messenger before. He had quarreled with ghosts before. It was rare to see a ghost messenger so energetic.

Song Futan usually doesn't like dealing with ghosts - or rather, he doesn't even like dealing with people, but for some reason he is willing to pay attention to this ghost messenger who took the initiative to talk to him.

"I'm not dead."

It was actually a living soul? Lan He thought he was a ghost, mainly because ordinary people whose souls left their bodies would not be so calm, and they would usually be the same as Owen Cheng.

"Do you eat food from the underworld?" Lan He asked.

"Are you the one who cooks the meals for the underworld?" Song Futan asked back. He had heard Xiaohong and Xiaolu talking about the kitchen team before.

Lan He: "I don't cook."

Song Futan: "I don't eat either."

The conversation between the two was very smooth, and then they fell into silence for a while.

After a moment, Lan He burst into laughter, feeling that his brain waves mysteriously matched those of the other party, and they seemed to have a certain tacit understanding.

There was also a hint of smile in Song Futan's eyes.

He hesitated for a moment and even explained: "My soul accidentally left my body and got lost. I stayed in a place with convenient transportation, waiting for my family to call my soul back and lead me back."

Lan He was shocked. Is there really such a calm person? Even though his soul has left his body, he still knows that he is sitting at the intersection waiting for his family to call his soul back. He is not even afraid of the ghost?

It could be that I am just like him, even though I am not one of them, I have been influenced by them...

Lan He thought about it and decided to help others for once. "Okay, meeting is fate, and impermanence is inevitable. I will hurry up and send you back!"

Lan He felt around in his arms, took out the last origami, and threw it to the ground. He was not very skilled, and he did not know how far away the other person was, so he chose the means of transportation carefully.

But the origami grew bigger and turned into a little donkey.

Song Futan fell into deep thought. Speed   up?

"Hey, there's only the donkey left." Lan He touched the donkey's head, "It's okay, it's the same, let's get on?"

Song Futan didn't move.

When the donkey saw that he didn't move, it pushed him with its head.

Song Futan showed a look of disgust and dodged.

"Look, how cute it is, just bear with it!" Lan He said to Song Futan. He was shorter than Song Futan, so he had to look up slightly when looking at her.

How cute...

Song Futan's eyes flickered, and he actually broke through his psychological bottom line and rode on the little donkey. The little donkey immediately shook its head in high spirits.

Song Futan: "You---"

While Song Futan was hesitating, Lan He had already pulled out the fan, opened it and fanned the paper donkey vigorously, "No need to thank me, go back!"

The little donkey brayed twice, then kicked its hooves and started running wildly.

It was really fast, with the wind under its hooves, but its body was up and down, extremely bumpy. Song Futan looked down and saw that one of its hind hooves was clearly injured. It was a lame donkey!

Song Futan: "????"

Lan He also saw the donkey's running posture, and the guy was also shaking unsteadily and turned back to glare at him.

He was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that when he was folding the paper donkey, his hind legs seemed to have been soaked and rotten.

The donkey had already run away, lame but fast. Lan He shouted at the top of his voice: "Brother, I've already ridden it, just bear with it..."

......

"Futan? Are you awake?"

Song Futan slowly woke up and saw his mother's concerned face. He propped himself up on the bed and sat up.

Song's mother asked worriedly, "How do you feel? I just called your father. He is still on the set filming all night and will be back tomorrow morning."

Song Futan shook his head, "No, I'm fine."

"......Oh, okay." Song's mother sighed. The child must be used to it, but she still had some questions, "Why did you come back this time without calling your soul?"

The memory was still a little fuzzy when he first came back to life. Song Futan thought blankly for a while before he remembered the ghost messenger with his face covered, leaving only a pair of warm brown eyes...and because of the bumpy journey, he seemed particularly dizzy when he woke up this time.

Song Futan moved his fingers and then realized there was something. He raised his hands and spread them out.

Song's mother asked curiously, "What is this? Where did it come from?"

In Song Futan's palm lay a little donkey made of yellow paper, with its right hind leg slightly broken.