Chapter 5: What Exactly Happened?

The seductive woman was no longer a woman.

No… to be precise, she was no longer human.

She had transformed into a ferocious ghost-headed monster.

While getting beaten up, the monster shouted:

“Boss! Stop hitting me, stop hitting me! At least let me explain myself!”

But the dark-skinned man didn’t listen at all. He was furious—and the consequences were serious.

Well… he decided to beat first and talk later.

On a busy road filled with passing cars, the ghost-headed monster, now beaten into a swollen mess, walked behind the dark-skinned man with its head lowered.

The cars on the road seemed unable to see them, continuing to drive happily as if nothing was there.

The ghost-headed monster said aggrievedly:

“Boss, I’m telling the truth! That man has a problem—and that woman too!”

The dark-skinned man glanced back, signaling him to continue.

The monster quickly put on a flattering expression and said:

“Yes, yes, the key point is… recently, many people in the human world have been experiencing memory confusion, right? They suddenly recall their past lives, so now many can’t tell whether they are their present selves or their past selves.”

The dark-skinned man said impatiently:

“Get to the point!”

The monster nodded repeatedly:

“Yes, yes! The point is, I just happened to come to the human world on business. So based on these people’s mental fluctuations, I investigated one by one. Today I happened to reach this man and found that his mental fluctuations were very strange. Just as I was about to investigate further, you showed up, boss.”

After speaking, he looked extremely wronged.

The dark-skinned man narrowed his eyes and stared at him, thinking for a moment before saying:

“Didn’t I say you’re not allowed to cross realms? Who allowed you to go to the human world?”

The ghost-headed monster wanted to say something, but the man had already lost patience.

“Go back to the underworld. We’ll talk about everything there.”

Then he snorted coldly and added:

“You deserved that beating. How many times have I said it? No crossing realms without my permission. And you still dare to feel wronged?”

The monster could only lower his head and think:

“Well… I got caught red-handed. Who else can I blame? I’ll just go back and apply medicine.”

He obediently followed the dark-skinned man through a golden gate and returned home.

The underworld—unchanged for thousands of years.

Ash fell from the sky like snow.

The dark-skinned man threw the ghost-headed monster into the middle of four other ghosts before leaving.

Among the four, a man holding a gold ingot walked over and said:

“I told you you could only go up for two days. Look at you—four days and still not back.”

The monster rolled his eyes:

“You think I wanted to? Something’s wrong in the human world. As a righteous… person, how could I just ignore it?”

A figure wearing a hospital gown with a skeletal face coughed and said:

“Ahem… you’re a ghost, not a person.”

The monster rolled his eyes again:

“Do I need you to tell me that? Don’t I know I’m a ghost? Don’t I know I’m righteous? Do I need you to say it? Do I?”

The other four ghosts collectively rolled their eyes.

That’s right—they were the famous Five Ghosts of the underworld.

While the five ghosts bickered and talked about what was happening in the human world…

The dark-skinned man had already flown to the well-known Naihe Bridge.

He walked to an old woman and watched as she busily served soup to the line of people—no, the line of souls.

The dark-skinned man was no ordinary ghost.

He was a well-known figure in both the human and spirit worlds—

The Guardian of the Realms, Zhong Kui.

Zhong Kui asked:

“The Lust Ghost said many people in the human world are suddenly remembering their past lives. Do you know about this?”

That’s right.

The old woman who appeared in Xu Huai’an’s dream was none other than another famous figure of the underworld—

Meng Po.

Meng Po paused slightly in her movements, then let out a sigh without speaking.

Zhong Kui looked at her with confusion.