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The chubby guy was suddenly startled by the sound, as was the nurse beside him. The attention of his classmates and the teacher was instantly drawn to him. Everyone's gaze quickly fell on him, while his tent was still proudly standing.
"Chubby! Answer the phone!"
The ringtone, turned up to the maximum volume, rang out again, and everyone looked at him with strange expressions.
"Chubby, you should answer the phone," the teacher said, clearing his throat.
The girls all covered their mouths and giggled. The chubby guy awkwardly smiled and hurriedly covered his phone before rushing out.
"Chubby! Answer... beep!"
Once he connected the call, he couldn't help but complain, "Why did you have to call at such a time? You've successfully made me the center of attention in the whole class."
There was a moment of silence on the other end; "Did you turn the ringtone up to the maximum again?"
"How did you know?" the chubby guy asked.
Ye Mingshang replied speechlessly, "Only you would modify your phone's speaker. You took a perfectly good banana phone and turned it into something that sounds like a knockoff..."
"Please, what do you know? This is called taste."
"......"
"By the way, after being gone for so many days, you finally decided to come back. How did it go? Did you get everything done?" the chubby guy asked.
"Alright, it's settled. You and Joan come out for lunch, and I'll treat you to a meal."
"Sure, I want roasted pig's trotters."
"Is it really okay for you to eat your own kind like that?"
"Shut up."
By eleven-thirty, the group was already seated in a nice specialty restaurant. After casually ordering a few signature dishes, the chubby guy called for a bucket of beer.
"Shall we drink it all?" the chubby guy asked.
"Sure, let's drink it all."
After pouring a full glass of beer for each person, he asked, "Where have you been these days? Is it convenient to talk about it?"
"There's nothing inconvenient about it. I went to the Taklamakan Desert," Ye Mingshang replied.
"No way! Why did you go to that godforsaken place so far away?" the chubby guy exclaimed.
Ye Mingshang shrugged and said, "Had some matters to attend to."
The chubby guy popped a mouthful of edamame into his mouth and raised his glass. "Come on, let's toast."
"Let's toast."
They clinked their glasses together and downed the full glasses of beer. As the chubby guy poured more drinks for everyone, he asked, "So you haven't been going anywhere recently?"
"Who knows, for now it seems like there's nothing going on."
Not long after, they finished a bucket of beer, and the cold dishes were almost all eaten. Several hot dishes were served one after another. Ye Mingshang, while eating a roasted pig's trotter, said, "Joan, have you picked up your memorial tablet yet?"
Joan swallowed a piece of meat and replied, "Not yet. You said I should lay a solid foundation, so I haven't dared to go."
Ye Mingshang nodded. "Alright, I'll take you to pick it up tonight."
Joan was taken aback but didn't ask further and agreed, "Okay."
The group continued to drink and eat while chatting about various topics.
"Hey~ why did you suddenly want to go to the Underworld? Did you suddenly see through everything and want to reincarnate early?" the fat guy asked.
"Get lost, you should be the one to reincarnate, just to shed that layer of fat," Ye Mingshang retorted.
"Isn't the master specifically taking me to pick up the memorial tablet?" Joan asked.
"Not entirely. Taking you to pick up the memorial tablet is one aspect; the other is that I want to find two people," Ye Mingshang said as he took a sip of beer.
"Find people?"
"Yeah, two quite important people."
This trip to the Underworld was for two people he needed to find: one was his love from his past life and also his current concern—Mengyu. She was a girl he couldn't let go of or forget. Although they had never truly met in person, the dreams that surrounded him for over a decade combined with memories from his past life made it impossible to erase her from his mind.
The other person was his old dean, that kind-hearted old man who was also someone he couldn't forget. He wanted to know how the old man was doing now—whether he had reincarnated and if he was living well.
After a hearty meal, several people decided not to attend class in the afternoon and simply fell asleep in the dormitory, snoring loudly. They were all connected in some way, so attending class wasn't particularly important.
Ye Mingshang had already taken leave and hadn't recovered yet, so it couldn't be considered skipping class. Moreover, with Li Jianguo's connections, he could easily obtain a graduation certificate at any moment.
The chubby guy was a teaching director who had received many favors from Grandpa Mao. That old fellow treated him like his own son, so there wouldn't be any issues. Joan was in a similar situation as the chubby guy; since they came together, he didn't need to worry either.
It's said that people sleep soundly after drinking; once they lie down, they are out cold, snoring like thunder, filling the entire floor with their snores.
When they finally woke up, it was around eleven or twelve at night, just the right time for their ritual.
First, a small table was set up as an altar, and then a small cauldron was brought out filled with glutinous rice. Three sticks of incense were inserted into it. Next, two white candles were placed on the altar, each tied with a silk thread that wrapped around Joan's right thumb and left big toe.
"Master, aren't you going to do it?" Jona asked as she saw Ye Mingshang standing there.
"I have other methods," Ye Mingshang replied.
Joan felt puzzled and frowned but didn't ask further.
For ordinary people, there is a time limit when walking in the spirit world; one cannot linger too long. The two candles represented this time; when the time was up, the candles would burn through the silk threads, allowing the wandering souls to return.
Then he lit the three sticks of incense from a distance and began to chant spells while forming hand seals. Finally, he made a sword gesture and pointed at Joan, causing her to close her eyes and faint.
"Keep a good watch," Ye Mingshang instructed before sitting down on the ground to enter meditation.
Before him lay a grayish haze, resembling an enormous fog where nothing could be seen clearly. It was almost impossible to see one's hand in front of their face; while things nearby were barely visible, anything further away felt like being lost in clouds.
The atmosphere was eerie and sinister, with ghostly figures drifting by occasionally, their eyes vacant. There were also strange wailing sounds that seemed to come from nowhere.
Suddenly, someone patted him on the shoulder.
"Who?!" Joan jumped in surprise and quickly turned around.
"It's me." Ye Mingshang waved his hand as he appeared.
Joan finally breathed a sigh of relief; staying in such a gloomy place was truly oppressive, making one's mind feel tense without realizing it.
"Master, how do we get out now?" Joan asked.
Ye Mingshang's expression was emotionless as he replied lightly, "Follow me." After saying that, he stepped forward and left.
Joan felt puzzled but followed him. However, the further they walked, the more something felt off. Throughout the journey, Ye Mingshang hardly spoke, and the atmosphere was stifling.
Ye Mingshang moved lightly yet quickly, leaving Joan behind. Joan hurriedly chased after him, calling out, "Master, wait for me."
Suddenly, a loud sound erupted, and right in front of Joan, Ye Mingshang was abruptly shattered into pieces, his body scattering all over the ground. (To be continued.)
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