After Meng Po left, Jiang Lin opened his storage bag.
He instantly gasped.
Did this Meng Po
give him her entire fortune?
Was the reward very generous?
Yes.
Jiang Lin answered subconsciously before realizing.
He looked up.
He saw half a body hanging upside down from the eaves, two ponytails suspended in the air.
Those blinking big eyes, and the two small red horns on her head.
If it wasn't the King of Hell, who else could it be?
"Lord King of Hell?!"
Yan Luo jumped down from the eaves and patted the non-existent dust off her skirt.
When she was in the Western Underworld,
she sensed that Meng Po's matter was resolved, and she found a way to shake off that old man.
She followed Meng Po back.
She couldn't possibly stay with that old man for days and nights; she didn't have that much leisure time!
"Besides her residence, half of her savings over the years were given to me, and the other half is with you."
This "she" naturally referred to Meng Po.
Jiang Lin was stunned for a moment, then realized something.
Was she leaving this place?
"Yes!"
"Saying she caused trouble for me and couldn't continue as Meng Po, she directly passed the burden to me."
Yan Luo snorted, her face cold.
"Don't think I don't know, she's just done with this matter and wants to slip away."
"I told her back then not to dwell on that scoundrel, but she insisted on being stubborn!"
When affection meets indifference,
one party is bound to be hurt.
Jiang Lin couldn't help but ask, "Then where did she go?"
Having let go of everything, with no attachments.
"She couldn't have..."
"Where else could she go? Reincarnate!"
Yan Luo stretched out her little claws and smiled sinisterly, "I personally took her to reincarnate!"
That man has nothing to do with her now. If she doesn't reincarnate, does she expect to remember him for another thousand years?
Jiang Lin's mouth twitched.
He really didn't know what expression Meng Po had when she was personally taken by the King of Hell to reincarnate.
Was it helplessness, or a look of confusion?
However, reincarnation should be a good choice for Meng Po.
What's past is past.
It's time to start anew and welcome her new life.
When Jiang Lin came back to his senses, he was startled by the King of Hell's proximity.
"Lord King of Hell, is there something?"
Yan Luo stared at him for a while, a look of understanding appearing on her face.
"I heard before that you completed Meng Po's task, and I was quite curious how you managed it."
"So that's how it is..."
Jiang Lin took a step back, not speaking carelessly.
He didn't want the King of Hell to not notice and instead expose himself.
Unexpectedly, Yan Luo didn't continue the topic and changed the subject instead:
"By the way, are you getting a promotion?"
Jiang Lin: "?????"
Did the opportunity come so suddenly?
"I see you've reached the level of Great Ghost General, and your merits are shining brightly."
"You've been working in the Underworld for several hundred years, and now you can complete tasks independently."
Yan Luo extended her fingers, analyzing one by one.
After speaking, she tilted her head and looked at Jiang Lin.
"So, do you want a promotion?"
"Yes!"
Jiang Lin's answer was firm.
A promotion meant a raise.
In the past, Jiang Lin had diligently saved money, wanting to buy a house with strong Yin energy to replace his current thatched cottage.
Preferably a place that had been lived in by someone with great merits, which would be most suitable for cultivation!
But to buy such a good house,
it required money and merit points.
Now, with half of Meng Po's assets, the money should be more than enough.
What remained were merit points.
Merit points were allocated based on the size and tenure of the position, equivalent to one's contribution to the Underworld.
The longer one worked in the Underworld and the higher the position, the more merit points one received.
Correspondingly, one's authority increased.
Sometimes, merit points could even be exchanged for certain special permissions!
Moreover, merit points could not be transferred to others.
From this, the scarcity of merit points could be seen.
If one did not plan to stay in the Underworld long-term, the importance of merit points was not high.
But for someone like Jiang Lin, who intended to cultivate in the Underworld long-term, they were very important.
Therefore, Jiang Lin was quite looking forward to a promotion.
"Lord King of Hell, what position can I be promoted to?"
"How about the position of Meng Po?"
Yan Luo looked up at him, blinking her eyes. "Meng Po's position is vacant just as she has left."
Jiang Lin was stunned.
Looking at the King of Hell's serious expression,
the scene of being asked by new souls every day why Meng Po wasn't a woman and why Meng Po wasn't an old woman flashed through his mind.
In that case, the daily live stream content
would probably turn into how to brew Meng Po's soup and how to guide souls to drink it...
"Pfft hahaha!"
Yan Luo couldn't help but laugh, not expecting him to actually believe her.
Seeing Jiang Lin's furrowed brow, it seemed he was already contemplating his daily life as Meng Po.
"Don't worry, I was just saying it casually. I won't really make you become Meng Po."
Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, Yan Luo explained:
"Not just anyone can be Meng Po. There are specific reasons for it."
The reason why the position of Meng Po includes the character "Po" (婆, meaning old woman)
was not just because the first Meng Po was a woman.
It was also because this job was more suitable for female ghosts to perform.
Meng Po's soup was brewed to be given to souls about to reincarnate.
These souls preparing for reincarnation had often just formed, and were in a weak state.
Female ghosts were more Yin and gentle, making them most suitable for this task.
"I'll promote you. Your qualifications are sufficient."
As she spoke, Yan Luo extended her small hand.
She tapped the work badge on Jiang Lin's waist.
A golden light flashed, and the number three on the work badge changed to two.
Jiang Lin was promoted from a third-class ghost messenger to a second-class ghost messenger.
From this moment on, Jiang Lin's annual salary and merit points doubled.
This also meant that third-class ghost messengers would have to address him with respect from now on.
During the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, he wouldn't have to be at the very back.
Meng Po, who had diligently worked for a thousand years, was only a first-class ghost messenger.
Above first-class ghost messengers, there were special-class ghost messengers like judges.
However, that was still a long way off for Jiang Lin.
"Keep up the good work! I look forward to your performance."
Yan Luo patted Jiang Lin's shoulder like a boss and then disappeared from the room.
Inside the room,
Jiang Lin looked at his brand-new work badge with a little excitement.
After several hundred years, he had finally been promoted.
It wasn't easy!
Although he was still a White Wuchang, this was just right for him.
No transfer was needed, he had high freedom, and it was convenient for live streaming.
Just now, he thought he was really going to brew Meng Po's soup.
Wait!
Jiang Lin's actions paused, and he suddenly remembered something.
Did the King of Hell give Meng Po Meng Po's soup when she was taken to reincarnate?