[Cool and aloof fox spirit uke × rebellious Ghost Emperor seme]
The nine-tailed fox spirit Hua Zhiyu had committed countless evils in life. After wading through mountains of corpses and rivers of blood to break into the underworld, the first thing he said when he saw the Netherworld Lord was, "I'm here to find someone."
The Netherworld Lord sprang up in a fury and slapped the table. He gave three orders:
"- Make him drink! No, just kick him into the river and pickle him!"
"There's a vacant position in Fengdu. Send him there! Hurry up and get him assigned!"
"One hundred entries in the merit ledger. He doesn't get reincarnated until it's full!"
Three days later, Hua Zhiyu, now thoroughly marinated in the waters of the River of Forgetfulness, walked into Fengdu clutching an employment form, his mind completely blank.
Hua Zhiyu asked for directions. "How do I get to the Ghost King's office?"
The ghost attendant perked up his ears. "Where?"
Hua Zhiyu: "The Ghost King's offi-"
"You're a funny guy. Our little Ghost King could never afford an office," said the ghost attendant, pointing to the very bottom of the job hierarchy. "The security department is over there. Go on, grab any seat."
Hua Zhiyu: ...
A thought flashed through his mind like lightning: Wuliao, you're dead.
Then he thought it over. Who was Wuliao?
No idea.
*
The Ghost Emperor Wuliao had been having the same nightmare lately:
The little fox spirit he'd once flirted with chased him headfirst into the underworld, disguised himself as a ghost attendant to ask where he lived, climbed into his bed in the middle of the night, and breathed softly in his ear: Wuliao, you're dead.
After being tormented for more than ten days straight, he felt as if the world had turned upside down and a demon had started haunting him in broad daylight.
So he made a long trip to find the famous fortune-teller renowned far and wide.
The fortune-teller stroked his beard. "Good sir, you've fallen in love."
Wuliao's heart trembled three times. "Impossible!"
The fortune-teller said, "There is a way to solve this. Bring him here..."
Before he could finish speaking, the fortune-telling banner was yanked up, pole and all.
Hua Zhiyu tore off a penalty slip and slapped it onto the fortune-teller's forehead. "Illegal street vending. Fine: fifty million."
He turned to Wuliao. "Are you in on it with him?"
Wuliao: ...!!!
*
[Hua Zhiyu's gossip (crossed out) merit ledger]
1. Settling a dispute: Childhood friends buried in neighboring graves started fighting in the street over paper money. What a disgrace to society. Arrested! I arranged a marriage certificate for the two ghosts, permanently resolving their property dispute.
2. Choosing a site: A new supernatural affairs office was being built. After agreeing to rent out the site, the landlord went back on his word and raised the monthly rent to one hundred thousand yuan. Arrested! I gave him a free three-day tour of the underworld. The landlord was so grateful that he agreed to sell the property for thirty thousand netherworld coins. Everyone was happy.
3. Clearing roadblocks: Two fortune-telling fraudsters were illegally setting up stalls, refusing to pay their fines and acting arrogantly. Arrested! Both of them!
Theme: Love life!
