Chapter 30: Bai Qianzhou: You Don’t Have to Be Human Either

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Living... no, wait, they were already ghosts.

Was he just hopelessly out of touch, or had the world gone completely mad? Were the Ministers of Life and Death—Black and White Impermanence—actually standing right in front of people?

"Hey!" Bai Qianzhou raised her hand to greet the two figures, causing Pei Yanlin’s body to jerk in shock.

*Sister, those are Black and White Impermanence! Why are you greeting them like old friends?*

"Old Black, Old White, long time no see. Not to be rude, but what century are we living in? Why are you still wearing these outfits? They’re so outdated."

Bai Qianzhou broke the silence, waving at them with a playful, teasing tone. Her eyes swept over the garments they had likely been wearing for thousands of years, her face full of disdain.

"We can't help it. There are so many ghost messengers these days; these are our official uniforms," White Impermanence said, adjusting the hat on his head.

Bai Qianzhou glanced at the words "Fortune at First Sight" inscribed on the hat and immediately understood the significance.

"Once I make some money, I’ll find someone to design a few sets of clothes for you. I guarantee people will be able to identify you at a glance," she promised, clenching her fist.

"That would be nice," White Impermanence replied with a faint smile.

Pei Yanlin sighed. Alright, he had been overthinking it. Judging by their interaction, they were clearly well-acquainted.

"What did you summon us for?" Black Impermanence asked, his gaze as sharp as a hawk’s as he stared at Bai Qianzhou, his tone serious.

"Oh, take these two back with you. Punish them as necessary and send them to be reincarnated." Bai Qianzhou released the two ghosts she had trapped within her talismans.

The moment the ghosts saw the messengers, they panicked and tried to bolt. But the soul-snatching chain in Black Impermanence’s hand shot out like lightning, binding the two ghosts instantly. A chilling aura enveloped them, leaving them no path for escape.

"We shall take our leave, then. People these days don’t want children, so there are too many ghosts waiting for reincarnation. The Underworld is overcrowded, and it’s causing quite a bit of trouble."

Black Impermanence looked at Bai Qianzhou, who waved them off. From beginning to end, she didn't even spare a glance for Pei Yanlin, who was cowering behind the sofa.

Pei Yanlin remained sprawled there, silent, watching them arrive so casually and then clatter away, dragging the two ghosts behind them.

"Sister, tell me, am I still a normal person?" Only after the black vortex vanished did Pei Yanlin dare to poke his head out cautiously.

"You could always choose not to be human," Bai Qianzhou replied with a faint, eerie glance. She tossed the apple she had been holding aside, kicked off her shoes, and dove under the covers.

"Sister, you're just going to sleep? You aren't going to wash up?" Pei Yanlin stared blankly at Bai Qianzhou, who was already lying perfectly straight and serene on the bed.

"No. I'll trip. I'm going to sleep now. If you need anything, just burn some paper money," she mumbled, and within seconds, her steady, rhythmic breathing filled the room.

"Zhouzhou? Bai Qianzhou? Sister?" Pei Yanlin crept to the edge of the bed and called out, but Bai Qianzhou gave no response.

Pei Yanlin blinked. Was she really asleep already? That was impossible, right? Falling asleep in a single second? It was an enviable skill, to be sure.

Pei Yanlin sighed, looked around, and grabbed a blanket to lie down on the sofa. His long legs dangled awkwardly off the edge, and he tossed and turned, unable to find sleep.

In just one night, he had been exposed to a world he had never known existed. If someone had told him earlier that he was being haunted, he would have called them crazy. But now, he only felt fear. He felt as though the world had gone entirely mad—it was terrifying.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw either the hideous female ghost or the icy gaze of the Ministers of Death. In short, there wasn't a single normal thing to be found.