"This batch of ghost messengers is much more interesting."
Yan Luo looked at the amusing anecdotes in the third document with a smile.
Even the King of Hell enjoyed a good gossip.
A little relaxation was beneficial for both body and mind.
Moreover, it helped her better grasp the overall situation of the Underworld.
After all, the King of Hell wasn't always free.
She couldn't possibly monitor the entire Underworld at all times.
One Underworld, one realm.
With so many affairs, how could she possibly oversee everything?
Just as Yan Luo was engrossed in her reading,
A figure suddenly emerged from the darkness beside her.
He walked directly behind the lounge chair, knelt on one knee, his posture respectful.
He whispered something.
"Alright, I understand," Yan Luo waved her hand.
The ghost soldier was about to retreat back into the darkness when he heard his master speak again:
"By the way, that influence of the 'Ling' on Jiang Lin, has he completely eradicated it?"
The ghost soldier, dressed in black with star patterns on his sleeves, nodded.
"He has already ended his leave and resumed his normal work routine."
"He is now leading the members of the eighteenth team in new training."
"New training?" Yan Luo's voice rose slightly.
She was somewhat puzzled and curious.
"Yes."
The black-clad ghost soldier replied, "Using ghost energy to cook."
"Using ghost energy to cook?!" Yan Luo sat up abruptly from the lounge chair.
She looked at the ghost soldier behind her, stunned for a moment.
Then she burst into laughter.
"Hahaha... I doubt many of those ghost messengers know how to cook!"
The thought of the scene was quite amusing.
"Will the eighteenth team become a team of chefs in the future?"
"Speaking of which, the West Hall also likes to use ghosts for cooking..."
"Interesting! Interesting!"
Yan Luo's spirits lifted. After laughing, she composed herself.
"You may withdraw."
She had finished listening to the gossip, had her laugh, and was now rested.
It was time to look at the official work documents.
The first document flew to her, and Yan Luo murmured:
"...Heavenly Palace Feast?"
Behind her, the black-clad ghost soldier bowed slightly.
His figure flickered, and he retreated quickly.
He silently melted back into the darkness, like a shadow.
...
On the day the eighteenth hall implemented the cooking cultivation method, many members became agitated.
As a result, when guiding souls at night, they all wore cold expressions.
They exuded an aura of "stay away."
This made the newly arrived souls dare not speak a word.
At the same time, they secretly wondered—
Weren't White Impermanence usually quite approachable?
Why were the ones they encountered so fierce?
Was it the timing of their deaths?
But that wasn't something they could choose... If they could choose, they wouldn't be dead.
The souls muttered to themselves, occasionally glancing at the cold-faced ghost messengers beside them.
They weren't sure if they were mistaken.
A small piece of potato peel was actually stuck to a strand of the ghost messenger's hair.
???
What was with the potato peel?
The ghost messengers glared, and the souls immediately focused on their own noses and hearts.
They dared not look around anymore.
...
Soon.
The stir caused by the eighteenth team spread throughout the Underworld.
"No way, cooking with ghost energy in the Underworld? What was he thinking?"
Captains from various departments looked on with curiosity.
This was the first time they had heard of cultivating through such a method.
"Holy crap, is he going to start competing again?"
The chief captains, also White Impermanence, jumped up.
Jiang Lin had been on vacation for three months, and they had finally managed to relax along with him.
Just as they were getting into the groove, he was back to compete again?
The previous training on the arena was one thing, as it was unique.
But what was this ghost energy cooking all about?
Was it even viable?
"For the sake of performance, is the eighteenth team collectively transforming into chefs?"
The captain of the tenth team was shocked, "In the future, at ghost-catching scenes, will there be a 'cold-tossed ghost shreds'?"
"..."
The captain of the eighth team, after hearing this, stroked his stubble.
He said to a group of his team members, "Did you hear that? The eighteenth team has started competing. Do you know what you need to do?"
The members of the eighth team clenched their fists, "We will never let their performance surpass the eighth team!"
"Eighth team first! Eighth team first!"
They, the eighth team, had held the first place for so long, and they would never let it go!
...
Besides them,
Some ghost captains felt this matter was unreliable.
"Chopping vegetables? Cooking? Isn't this clearly a waste of time?"
The captain of the twelfth team said dismissively,
"If cooking were truly that useful, why haven't we seen a Ghost King among the chefs in the Ghost Market?"
Upon hearing this, the members of the twelfth team had varied expressions.
Some were contemplating whether to inquire about it later and try practicing it themselves.
After all, it was a method proposed by a chief captain.
Even more members breathed a collective sigh of relief.
Now they were reassured.
Their twelfth team would likely not be forced into cooking training.
They had heard that.
After the eighteenth hall implemented this training, within just one day, many members had been 'driven mad.'
When passing by the eighteenth hall, one could often hear various roars and screams from within...
Waves of them.
They made the ghosts' hearts tremble.
There were also rumors—
Supposedly from a neighbor of a member of the eighteenth team.
It was said that they hadn't rested well that night.
Because their ears were filled with the "thump-thump-thump" sound from next door.
It sounded like a cleaver chopping on a cutting board.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
That neighbor had spent the entire night reading,
And images of cold-tossed ghost shreds, spicy ghost meat, and braised ghost ribs...
Flashed through their mind all night.
Scenes from the West Hall's gourmet feast were vivid.
It was truly terrifying.
It was simply horrifying to hear.
"So the storytellers were telling the truth..."
That neighbor, with dark circles under their eyes, clutched their book and shivered.
The next day, they moved to another place.