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White Impermanence felt happy upon hearing this. He didn't expect that just moments ago, the two of them were glaring at each other, and suddenly his attitude changed for the better. Without thinking much, he immediately agreed, "Alright, then I'll trouble you to run an errand!"
Once White Impermanence walked away, Black Wuchang pulled Xiang Xueer aside and asked mysteriously, "Are you really just meeting once?"
Upon hearing this, Xiang Xueer quickly nodded, "Don't worry, I really am just meeting once. Nothing will happen, and I won't cause you any trouble."
Black Wuchang hesitated for a moment but then quickly agreed, "Well, okay. I'll help you arrange the meeting, but first, you need to help me catch Meng Po; otherwise, everything else is off the table."
It seemed that the big fish had finally taken the bait. Xiang Xueer was overjoyed. If all went smoothly, everything would proceed according to her script. She patted her chest and said, "Don't worry; leave it to me. Just wait to embrace your beauty!"
Xiang Xueer began preparing for her 'three-step plan' to win over a girl, gathering flowers and picking grapes. Black Wuchang was completely confused and had no idea what she was doing.
"Hand it over?" Xiang Xueer extended her hand toward him. Black Wuchang, momentarily dazed and unable to think straight, grabbed Xiang Xueer's hand and foolishly asked, "Hand over what?"
Dazed, was this guy really that clueless or just pretending? Xiang Xueer slapped his hand away and scolded, "Are you a pig's head or a pig's brain? Of course it's money! How can you woo a girl without money?"
"Money?" Black Wuchang gulped and awkwardly patted his pockets. After a struggle, he finally pulled out a small pouch.
Xiang Xueer snatched the pouch from his hands and rummaged through it for a while. Inside were only a few pieces of ghostly cash worth millions; everything else was empty.
"I can't believe it! Is this all you've got?" Xiang Xueer shook her head while looking at the dozen pieces of ghostly cash and glared at him, saying, "I thought you've been in the Underworld for hundreds of years; how come you only have this little money?"
With a dark expression, Black Wuchang grunted in response, "Do you think we're Yama? We only get that little salary each month; collecting souls isn't exactly lucrative. Saving this much is already quite good—this is even my meager savings for a wife!"
"Hey! This Yama is too stingy!" Flower Ridge sighed. "Forget it; if it's little, it's little. We'll make do with what we have!"
Now that they had money, the next step was to figure out how to please the beauty. Xiang Xueer tilted her head and thought for a long time before snapping her fingers and squinting with a smile, "Got it!"
After saying that, she grabbed Black Wuchang and headed into the room as they began to devise their strategy.
At midnight, under the enchanting night sky, a man dressed in a black long robe stood at one end of Naihe Bridge. He touched his shiny hairstyle and held a vibrant red spider lily, walking slowly onto the bridge with an impressive demeanor.
Meng Po had just finished brewing her soup and stepped out to stretch her limbs. When she looked up, she was startled to see someone standing on the bridge, leaning against the railing and striking a pose.
"How strange, who would be wandering around here at this late hour?" Meng Po approached cautiously with a large ladle in hand, only to realize upon closer inspection that it was Black Wuchang.
"Oh my gosh!" She stepped back in shock, staring at him for a moment before exclaiming, "Old Black? What are you doing here?"
"Cough, cough!" Black Wuchang adjusted his new outfit and cleared his throat. He awkwardly looked up at the moon and began reciting, "The quail calls on the river islet, the graceful lady is sought by gentlemen..."
As he recited with a rhythmic tone, he discreetly gestured with his little finger behind him. Xiang Xueer quickly scattered red petals into the air while fanning herself vigorously, trying to create a romantic atmosphere.
"Ah, ah-choo!" Meng Po looked up at the swirling red petals and quickly covered her mouth and nose, complaining, "Where did these petals come from? It's so annoying; I'm allergic to pollen!"
Upon hearing this, Black Wuchang was startled and turned to Xiang Xueer, shaking his head vigorously to signal her to stop scattering petals. However, Flower Ridge misunderstood his gesture and thought he wanted her to scatter more, so she continued to throw petals enthusiastically.
"Oh no, no!" Meng Po rubbed her nose and then sneezed several times. She patted Black Wuchang on the shoulder and said, "Old Black, I need to head back quickly! Are you coming or not?"
"Huh? You're leaving already?" Black Wuchang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. The plan he had set for wooing her was only just beginning its first step and was already going awry.
He quickly reached up to touch his head, signaling Flower Ridge that it was time to move on to step two: serving fine wine.
"Already? We're moving on to wine and snacks so soon?" Xiang Xueer frowned but hurriedly pushed a small cart from behind a tree onto the bridge.
Black Wuchang glanced sideways and called out to Meng Po. Turning his gaze back to the moon, he began singing: "You ask me how deep my love for you is; how much I truly love you. My heart is sincere; my love is true; the moon represents my heart!"
After finishing the song, Black Wuchang tossed his classic hairstyle and gazed affectionately at Meng Po. "Meng Po, look how beautiful the moonlight is. It’s the perfect time for good wine; why don’t we sit down and enjoy some grape wine while admiring the moon?"
Meng Po stared at the wine and snacks on the small cart with her almond-shaped eyes, feeling increasingly puzzled. This Black Wuchang usually had a stiff demeanor, with a face as dark as a spade king. What was wrong with him today? One moment he was reciting poetry, the next he was singing and drinking. Did he have something to ask of her?
"Flattering for no reason, either a thief or a scoundrel!" Meng Po muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes at Black Wuchang in front of her. She plopped down on a chair and, in an annoyed tone, said while holding her soup spoon, "Just say what you want. Are you looking to borrow money?"
"Borrow money?" Black Wuchang nearly fell to the ground in shock. After all this fuss, did she still not understand? He scrambled up, waving his hands in distress, "No, no! I’m not trying to borrow money!"
Not trying to borrow money? Then what was it for? Meng Po became even more confused upon hearing this. She pointed at the wine and delicacies on the cart with disdain and asked, "If you’re not borrowing money, then why have you been fussing around for so long?"
"This, this, this is because—!" Black Wuchang was sweating profusely from his forehead and couldn’t string together a coherent sentence.
Xiang Xueer, hiding behind a tree at the bridge's edge, frowned after listening for a while and anxiously muttered to herself, "This idiot Black Wuchang can be so creative when cursing others but can't say a word when it really matters!"
Seeing him stammering without being able to speak, Meng Po grew impatient. She stood up and gave him a sharp knock on the head with her spoon before turning to head back into her little hut, saying angrily, "Let me tell you, there’s no way I’m lending you money!"
"Wait, wait!" Black Wuchang shouted in a panic. In his excitement, he lunged forward but ended up falling onto Meng Po's thigh.
When Meng Po turned around and saw this idiot clinging to her leg on the ground, her eyes widened in shock. She quickly shook her leg in a flustered manner and exclaimed, "What are you doing? Let go! I’ve already told you I don’t have any money to lend you!"
"I'm not borrowing money! I'm not borrowing money!" Black Wuchang shouted urgently while refusing to let go of her leg.
"Let go of me! You need to let go!" Meng Po dragged him along for a few steps. Seeing that he still wouldn’t release his grip, she slapped him across the face in frustration and warned, "If you don’t let go right now, I’ll scream that you're being inappropriate!"
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