Su Jingmo heard Qin Chengâs voice. He heard Qin Cheng calling his name, and unable to resist, Su Jingmo slowly opened his eyes. However, when he opened them, Su Jingmo didnât find the owner of the voice. Instead, he found an endless darkness surrounding him.
The darkness was so dark that nothing could be distinguished. As his soul body had no senses, Su Jingmo was unable to distinguish up from down, which way was left and which way was right. On top of all this, Su Jingmo was even more confused from his own current state, unable to discern whether he was lying down or standing up.
Su Jingmo frowned and wondered: â What is this place? â
The last thing Su Jingmo remembered was that, after having merged the incomplete soul of the Policeman, Jiang Ping, with that of the General, his own soul should have turned to dust. With his soul scattered, Su Jingmo should have ceased to exist.
â Why am I conscious right now? â
â Could it be that after my soul scattered, I was sent to a place like this? â
However, before Su Jingmo could reflect on it any further, a voice was heard from behind him.
âHave you finally awakened?â
In response to the voice, Su Jingmo turned around, only to find a particular looking young man standing there. The young man wore an ink-black robe and a ceremonial crown. When the young man saw Su Jingmo turn towards him, the young man respectfully greeted him with a bow.
âIâve been waiting for you here for quite a long time.â
Su Jingmo said nothing, he merely carelessly surveyed the surroundings. Then, he looked at the flattering man in front of him. At that moment, Su Jingmo could sense that the man in front of him was a ghost, since he didnât perceive the Qi of a living being in him.
âOh, I forgot to tell you about my origin!â The man bowed slightly, showing a respectful attitude, and explained: âIâm a Special Envoy from the Underworld, just like what the Mortal Realm calls the Black and White Ghosts Officials <sup>1</sup> . However, while the Black and White Ghosts are in charge of guiding the common people, I am in charge of guiding Emperors and Generals.â
âThe Underworld?â Su Jingmo raised his eyebrows slightly. âFrom what I remember, my soul should have scattered away.â
âYour soul? Scatter?â Su Jingmoâs words stunned the Special Envoy. âThatâs not possible. If your soul had scattered, you couldnât even be here.â
Upon hearing this, Su Jingmo narrowed his eyes. â Of course my soul should have scattered, and yet, right now I can feel that my soul is intactâŠ. â
â What is happening? I remember Master Xuyun telling me that if my soul were to leave the tomb, it would be scattered and I wouldnât be able to reincarnate. Is it possible that something went wrong with Master Xuyunâs spell, which ended up causing this unexpected turn of eventsâŠ.? â
As Su Jingmo pondered over this, his eyelids trembled slightly. At the same time, some kind of joy began to surge inside his heart, Su Jingmo found it hard to control the corners of his lips from curling up into a slight smileâŠ.
â Ah, thatâs right, why should I even bother to dwell on these things now? Regardless of the circumstances that brought forth this outcome, it couldnât be any better for me in the end. â
Su Jingmo closed his eyes and focused on inspecting his soul. â Indeed, my soul is fully intact, which proves that I havenât yet disappeared from this world, thus I still have a chance to see that foolâŠ. â
â HoweverâŠ. â
Seeing that âSpecial Envoyâ standing in front of him, Su Jingmo arched his eyebrows. Su Jingmo placed a hand behind his straightened back, and asked: âYou said youâve been waiting here for me for a long time?â
âThatâs right. The King of Hell <sup>2</sup> ordered me to hasten to these parts of the Underworld to find you. But when I arrived, what I found was your soul immersed in a deep slumber.â
Su Jingmo nodded: âHow long have you been waiting?â
âAbout half a year worth of time in the Mortal World.â
Su Jingmo frowned slightly. After all, he had forgotten something very important. From the moment he disappeared, until now, he had been in an unconscious state, so he didnât know how much time had passed in the Mortal WorldâŠ. â Could it be that while I slept here, another thousand years had passed in the Mortal WorldâŠ.? â
âIn the Mortal World, what year and month is it?â
âYear of the Sheep, 8th month of the Lunar Calendar. According to the calendar mortals use now, it should be late August, 2015.â
âAugust, 2015âŠ.â
â According to what Qin Cheng taught me, it should have been around 9 monthsâŠ. Thatâs fine, compared to thousands or hundreds of years having passed, this time apart is really short. â
Lost in thought, Su Jingmo didnât notice that the Special Envoy had been staring at him in fascination. Truth be told, the Special Envoy had been serving in the Underworld for over 300 years. During that time, he had seen several Emperors and Generals. However, none had been as handsome and stunning as the Emperor he had in front of himâŠ.
â Furthermore.⊠â The Special Envoy silently looked at Su Jingmo, his mind full of doubt. â The clothes this Emperor wears do not resemble any of the ones I have seen Humans wear beforeâŠ. â
The lingering gaze on his person didnât escape Su Jingmoâs attention, so with a half smile, he raised his gaze to warily look at the Ghost Official. Seeing himself trapped, the Ghost Official hurriedly lowered his head. Su Jingmo simply said: âIs this ghostly realm <sup>3</sup> known as âHell <sup>4</sup> â or the âUnderworld <sup>5</sup> â, as the Human World calls it?â
The Special Envoy quickly shook his head: âNo, this Ghostly Realm is located in the crevices of the Three Realms: the Heavenly Realm, the Mortal Realm, and the Underworld. It doesnât belong to the Underworld.â
âItâs not the Underworld? Then why am I in this place?â
âI donât know.â The Ghost Official scratched the back of his neck. âHalf a year ago, Lord Yama ordered me to come here to pick up a person, an Emperor, but I didnât know which Emperor it would be. When I came here, I found you sleeping, so Iâve been waiting half a year for you to wake up.â
The Ghost Official carefully watched Su Jingmoâs reaction. When he saw the Emperor nod indicating for him to continue, the Ghost Official continued: âI was going to wait a few more days, but if you hadnât awakened, I would have had to return to the Underworld to report to Lord Yama and be given new orders.â
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âThe King of Hell sent you here?â
The Ghost Official nodded: âThatâs right.â
âHow did he know I would be here?â
âLord Yama is in charge of human life and death, so itâs only natural that he knows where all the ghosts are.â
Su Jingmo laughed disdainfully: âDoes he even know which Emperor I am?â
âWellâŠ.â The Ghost Official frowned. â This time, Lord Yama didnât really tell me who the Emperor I should be picking wasâŠ. Although I asked at the time, Lord Yama just shook his head and told me not to ask againâŠ. â
Su Jingmo smiled at the Ghost Official who had become speechless, estimating that this Ghost Official hadnât been in charge for long. No longer wanting to tease him further, Su Jingmo smiled and said: âSo, will you transfer me to the Underworld now?â
âNaturally. Reincarnation is Heavenâs law and Earthâs Principle <sup>6</sup> .â
âAnd if I refuse? What will you do?â
The Ghost Official was no fool; naturally, he could sense the heavy ghostly qi emanating from the Emperor. â The fact that he had been able to sleep peacefully in the Ghost Realm without any of the other evil spirits daring to approach him, indicates that he is no ordinary individual. â
The Ghost Official said: âIt is true that I cannot oppose you. However, you really donât know how heavily infused with ghost qi you are? If you donât enter the Underworld to reincarnate, there will be no place in the Three Realms for you to settle in. If you insist on remaining in the Mortal Realm, I fear that countless lives will perish. That would only cause the Heavenly Immortals to be angered, and cause your soul to be scattered once and for all.â
When the young Ghost Official mentioned the Heavenly Immortals, Su Jingmo couldnât help but sneer: âHeavenly Immortals only get angry over matters they cannot control.â
The Ghost Official frowned, confused. Not fully understanding what Su Jingmo meant by this, he continued: âFurthermore, according to Heavenâs laws on reincarnation, no matter how powerful the ghost is, they cannot live under the sunlight in the Mortal Realm.â
Su Jingmo nodded, understanding that he really didnât have a reason to return to the Mortal Realm, as Qin Cheng had already forgotten about him.
â In this life, one as a ghost and the other as a mortal, we cannot walk the same pathâŠ. â Su Jingmo is a wise man, and he understands that Qin Cheng still has a long way to go. He knows that Qin Cheng is destined for glory and wealth, to make a mark in history. â As a ghost who has been dead for a long time already, why should I fixate on him so much? â
Now that he knows there can be a new life for him, that he can reincarnate, Su Jingmo thinks he should be happy.
âThen letâs go, take me to meet the Underworld.â
âSure.â
Although the Ghost Realm is said to be located within a breach between the Three Realms, the reality is that it is quite a vast place. The Ghost Official has a pass token, but heâs more knowledgeable in the Ghost Manipulation Technique, so he summoned a dark crane <sup>7</sup> to carry the two of them to fly away from this chaotic place.
As the eerie silence faded around them, a kind of gloomy feeling came over Su Jingmo. Without even requiring a warning from the Ghost Official, Su Jingmo knew that they had arrived at the Underworld Realm.
âIâm a little curious. You, the Ghost Officials, have been at this work for generations. Canât you reincarnate as well?â
âItâs a tough job indeed. Being a Ghost Official is no easy task, and there are a lot of us in Hell. Those who have the potential to be promoted will gradually work their way up. If they donât want to be promoted, they will be able to reincarnate as humans.â
âFor example, in the past few decades, the number of people in the Mortal Realm has skyrocketed, so the number of people who have died is also quite high. The Underworld will have to increase its manpower, and they will all be chosen from among these ghosts.â
As it was his own work experience, the Ghost Official couldnât help but become talkative: âYou donât know how busy the Underworld has become in recent years. The line of souls waiting to be reincarnated is so long that it has stretched all the way to the edge of HellâŠ.â
As he said this, the Ghost Official waved his hand and a chunk of mist was dispersed. Then, he pointed downward and said: âLook down.â
Su Jingmo bowed his head and looked down. There, there was a boundless open space that was so crowded with ghosts, it seemed to have no endâŠ..
Curious to see something this strange, Su Jingmo asked: âWith this many people, how long will it take them all to reincarnate.â
âThose who are standing in that line over there will have to wait about a hundred years.â
âA hundred years?â Su Jingmo paused, then continued: âWill I also have to wait that long?â
âNot necessarily. Youâre different from the rest, you were an Emperor in your past life. Only someone who has cultivated great merits by becoming an Emperor like you could get preferential treatment after death and reincarnate right away.â
âIt turns out that the Underworld does this kind of stuff as well, huh?â Su Jingmo smiled.
âThatâs right. Otherwise, even those who have accumulated great merit would have to wait hundreds of years to reincarnate. Thatâs unacceptable according to Heavenâs Law. However, a hundred years is actually a short time. If all the souls down there could be reborn into the Mortal Realm again, it would take up to three hundred years. Some of those souls will only be able to be reborn as animals in their next life.â
âOh?â
Seeing Su Jingmo so interested in this topic, the Ghost Official became even more excited: âDo you know why there are so many people in the Mortal Realm right now? There have never been so many souls in the last thousand years. How could there be so many people?â
Su Jingmo raised his eyebrows and smiled: âCouldnât it be that animals started to reincarnate into humans?â
The Ghost Official almost nodded.
Su Jingmo, reflecting on what Qin Cheng had told him about there being too many sinners in this world, Su Jingmo couldnât help but laugh: âWhat has the world come to? Animals reincarnating into humans.â
âYouâve got it wrong.â The Ghost Official shook his head. âIn fact, those who commit crimes in this world were all human souls in their previous lives. Surprisingly, animal souls were more virtuous in their previous lives. When a soul was human in its previous life, its thoughts were more malicious. In the Mortal Realm they have a saying; âeven worse than animals <sup>8</sup> â, which is used as an insult between Humans. But this insult is actually more derogatory towards animals.â
Su Jingmo agreed with that statement: âI didnât expect that such a lowly Ghost Official could have such an understanding.â
âI have seen a lot in the Underworld, having been here for over three hundred years.â
âThree hundred years?â Surprised at the prospect of people being promoted in the Underworld, Su Jingmo asked: âWho has been Lord Yama, the King of Hell, from ancient times until now?â
âIt is not the same person, they keep changing. It would be like what people in the Mortal Realm call âretirementâ.â Seeing that they were about to reach the Underworld, the Ghost Official urged the dark crane to slowly descend: âOur current Lord Yama used to be a human being. In his mortal life, he was known as Bao Zheng <sup>9</sup> , the Great Lord Qingtian <sup>10</sup> of the Northern Song Dynasty!â
As he spoke of the King of Hell, the Ghost Official said with certain pride: âOnce you arrive in the Underworld, you must give up your earthly name. But who among the Underworld Realm, the Heavenly Realm and the Mortal Realm, doesnât know the prestige the King of Hell had in his mortal life? He has been the King of Hell for almost a thousand years, making him the oldest and most experienced being in our Underworld.â
Seeing the young Ghost Official smiling in front of him, Su Jingmo asked: âDo you even know how many years Iâve been a Ghost for?â
The Ghost Official shook his head.
âIâm afraid even your Lord Yama would have to call me his ancestor.â
â Maybe he doesnât even know who I am. â
âAh?!â
Once the dark crane landed, and Su Jingmo jumped down, he looked up at the words âYamaâs Palace Hall <sup>11</sup> â on a sign hanging in the air. Su Jingmo walked a few steps forward and discovered that the Ghost Official behind him had not followed him. Su Jingmo turned around, and asked: âWhat? Isnât this the right place?â
âYes, this is it.â The Ghost Official quickly caught up with him and stepped into Yamaâs Hall: âPlease follow me. Letâs go this way.â
Su Jingmo nodded and followed the Ghost Official. As they walked down a deep dark hallway, the surroundings suddenly lit up all around, causing some strange images to pass in front of Su Jingmoâs eyes like a flash. At this, Su Jingmo couldnât help but stop in his tracks.
The Ghost Official behind Su Jingmo hastened to explain in time: âIn the past, Lord Yama was supposed to inspect the lives of incoming souls one by one. If there was anything the soul was hiding, or had committed a serious crime, they would be sent to a specific level of Hell.â
âHowever, as there are too many souls in the Underworld nowadays, it becomes impossible for Lord Yama to take care of them all. In recent years, the Underworld has recruited some talents with knowledge in âhigh technologyâ learned from the Mortal Realm and introduced an âautomatic reproduction deviceâ that projects the lives of the souls. All you have to do is to look at a fixed point and press your fingerprints.â
Su Jingmo nodded. All this explanation no longer seemed strange to Su Jingmo, since Qin Cheng had at one time explained to him what âtelevisionâ was, so he could more or less accept these things now.
In fact, the four walls of the corridor were conveying his own life experiences in pictures. As too much time had passed, Su Jingmo had already forgotten many things about his life. Now, although being able to recover those memories had made a certain impact on him, it was like a small sigh of relief. After all, he had been dead for thousands of years, and he had already let go of many things.
Su Jingmo walked slowly, and looked at the images around him, only to lose interest soon. Those twenty-something years of his life were filled with nothing, but schemes and wars. He had grown tired of that kind of life while he was still alive, and found it even less interesting now that he was dead.
As Su Jingmo absentmindedly played with his jade ring, he thought of the black jade hairpin Qin Cheng gifted him. Unfortunately, it was left behind in that tomb.
âIâm afraid that when the tomb collapsed, it ended up crushing Qin Chengâs heartfelt gift.â
At the thought of the way Qin Cheng used to look at him, and how well Qin Cheng used to treat him, Su Jingmo felt a slight pain inside his heart.
â I clearly had intended to let him go, butâŠ.why canât I just give up? â
â That Xia TongâŠ. â
Su Jingmo frowned slightly, and after a long while, he sighed. When he raised his head, Su Jingmo unintentionally looked at a picture. However, right after that, his body froze completely and the jade ring fell to the ground.
Bright red silk fabric, and a courtyard lined with eaves that looked all too familiar. â This is my wedding day, over a thousand years agoâŠ.. â
However, that wasnât what struck him, but what he saw on that âmemoryââŠ..
â QinâŠ.Cheng? â
Su Jingmo got stunned for a mere second, and before he could come to his senses, the memory had changed again. At the same time Su Jingmoâs heart clenched, he reached out, and grabbed the Ghost Official by the collar.
âCan you go back to that memory?! The day of the wedding! My wedding ceremony!â
Su Jingmoâs ghostly qi suddenly surged throughout his body, even frightening the Ghost Official, whose soul body shuddered uncontrollably without understanding what had happened to the Emperor to make him react in this way. The Ghost Official nodded vigorously, and with a trembling voice, replied: âY-yes you can. You can, you can see whatever you want, for as long as you want. Please settle down your ghostly qi, I canât endure it!â
Su Jingmoâs body trembled slightly as he began to gradually restrain his practically uncontrollable ghostly qi which surrounded him all over. Su Jingmo then nodded, and said: âHurry up and return that memory! I want to see it again!â
âA-alright.â
The young Ghostâs body shuddered, then began to tremble from head to toe as he summoned a spell to return the previous memory footage as fast as he could. In a heartbeat, the scene of Su Jingmoâs wedding day was replayed again, this time, without interruption.
The young Ghost leaned forward and looked at the Emperor in front of him, only to ask with extreme caution: âIs there a problem?â
However, the Emperor didnât hear the ghostâs words, as all his attention was focused on the screen on the wall. The Ghost then turned his gaze towards the image with certain confusion, wondering even what was so interesting about it as to provoke such a reaction in the Emperor, to the point of making him lose total control of himself. â Hadnât he experienced all this in life already? â He thought.
Su Jingmo stared at the images playing in front of him. â This was the day I married Lin Qing, that I remember quite well. But why is Qin Cheng at the Crown Princeâs Residence? â
With trembling fingers, Su Jingmo lightly brushed the surface of the image in front of him. â Short hair, the peculiar frame on the bridge of his nose, the strange clothing. Indeed, this is my Qin ChengâŠ.. â
Su Jingmo carefully looked at Qin Cheng, who was standing in front of the bedroom door adorned with red silk, in complete stupefaction. Then Su Jingmo saw himself dressed in the ceremonial wedding robe pushing the bedroom doors open with great vigor.
Su Jingmo saw Qin Cheng walk nervously, and slowly, towards himâŠ..
Right after that, Su Jingmo saw Qin Cheng smile bitterly as he said: âJingmoâŠ.you look very beautifulâŠ.â
The fingers that had been delicately touching the image on the wall soon clenched into a tight fist. On the back of Qin Chengâs hand, there was still the scar left by the rain of arrows the day Su Jingmo disappeared.
â Qin ChengâŠ. hadnât forgotten me after all. â
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TRANSLATORâS NOTE:
Uoooooooooh!!!! Su Jingmo hasnât disappeared!!! Huhuhuhu and he can see Qin Chengâs ghost in his past too (since SJM is a ghost, he can see him now lol)
If you thought this chapter had too many footnotes, wait until next chapter sjsjsjsj