Chapter 242: Multinational Underworld Corporation: Daoist Simu

Luo Jie said solemnly: “I have a grand plan.”

“I’m going to build a multinational Underworld corporation!”

Master Jiu heard this and was instantly stunned.

“What did Itachi say?”

“I don’t understand.”

Luo Jie continued explaining: “As everyone knows, the Underworld doesn’t accept foreigners.”

“When foreigners die, the Underworld doesn’t issue visas.”

“But such a vast blue ocean overseas—ignoring it would be a terrible waste.”

“And right now, wars are raging abroad; deaths are plentiful—this is the perfect time to start a business.”

“So, I want Itachi to come with me and emigrate.”

“Then, I’ll make Itachi Permanent Deputy Emperor of the Netherworld.”

After listening, Master Jiu fell silent for a moment, then replied firmly:

“No.”

Luo Jie was confused: “Why? This is a chance for promotion, raise, marrying a rich beautiful woman, and reaching the peak of life.”

Master Jiu gave him a cold look: “Right now, I print ghost money—I get two salaries a month, and I can secretly print extra bills to help the household.”

“If I go with Itachi, it’s uncertain—I might lose everything if Itachi go bankrupt.”

Luo Jie sneered: “Master Jiu, Itachi have no courage at all.”

“Itachi print money, but it’s not your money.”

“Come with me into business—earn real gold and silver.”

Qiu Sheng, listening nearby, couldn’t help interjecting: “Master, I think Mr. Luo makes a lot of sense.”

“We should consider our afterlife.”

Master Jiu rolled his eyes: “Itachi know nothing.”

Then, the group bickered noisily and got into Luo Jie’s car.

Luo Jie floored the accelerator and returned to the funeral parlor.

As soon as the car stopped, Wen Cai burst out of the funeral parlor.

He had been guarding the coffins alone, munching on steamed buns, unable to enjoy his meals.

Now, seeing Qiu Sheng, Master Jiu, and Luo Jie step out of the car,

Wen Cai felt deeply resentful.

He also wanted to ride in the foreign car.

Wait—how did his senior brother get out of the car?

Wasn’t he supposed to have gone home?

Damn it, his senior brother secretly went out for a feast while leaving him here guarding corpses?

As Wen Cai grew angrier and prepared to yell,

his gaze suddenly landed on the last person stepping out of the car.

It was a woman.

A very beautiful woman.

And she was affectionately clinging to Qiu Sheng’s arm, walking over laughing and chatting.

Wen Cai’s eyes instantly went wide with shock.

He felt as if he’d been struck by lightning.

“Who is she?”

He stared, his voice trembling.

Qiu Sheng smiled and introduced: “This is my sweetheart, Dong Xiaoyu.”

Wen Cai was utterly shattered.

He muttered to himself: “So she’s my sister-in-law?”

“Wait—when did I even get a sister-in-law?”

Wen Cai looked at Dong Xiaoyu, then at Qiu Sheng, and muttered under his breath: “No wonder Itachi rushed off earlier—Itachi went to pick up your girlfriend.”

…

Luo Jie stayed in Renjia Town for several days, discussed the Dao with Master Jiu for two or three more days, then went to have an in-depth exchange with Ren Tingting.

The two doted on each other, making Wen Cai envious, jealous, and furious.

Not only Luo Jie—even his good senior brother Qiu Sheng, since Dong Xiaoyu’s resurrection, was now constantly entangled in romance.

Wen Cai watched them show off their affection while reflecting inwardly:

“Why can my senior brother date a ghost girl, but I can’t even date a living person?”

“Is it because my appearance isn’t good enough?”

Wen Cai refused to believe it.

He thought he was quite handsome too.

Days passed like this. Luo Jie prepared to take his leave and explore what other strange plotlines the world had merged with.

He also intended to find the Dragon Emperor, now turned into a terracotta warrior, and seize his hundred-thousand-strong army.

At that moment, Master Jiu suddenly stopped him.

“Mr. Luo, calm down.”

“My younger brother, Daoist Simu, sent me a letter a few days ago—he’s passing through Renjia Town with his corpse-moving team and will arrive in two days.”

“If Itachi have time, why not wait a few days and travel with him?”

Luo Jie immediately agreed: “Great! I’ve been wanting to meet this master of Maoshan.”

Then, Luo Jie remembered something and asked curiously:

“By the way, Master Jiu, do Itachi know the Dragon Emperor?”

Master Jiu paused, as if recalling some distant memory.

He slowly nodded, his voice low: “Itachi mean the First Emperor of Qin, two thousand years ago?”

“It’s said he was ambitious, seeking immortality, but was cursed by a Daoist alchemist.”

“Not only did he turn into a terracotta warrior, but his hundred-thousand-strong army turned into terracotta warriors too.”

Luo Jie rubbed his chin.

Sure enough, this was from “The Mummy 3.”

At that moment, a jingling sound suddenly reached their ears.

“Ding ling, ding ling.”

Accompanied by a series of footsteps and a rhythmic hopping sound,

the two looked up and saw a Daoist in a tattered robe, wearing glasses, striding into the funeral parlor.

Behind him marched a line of hopping corpses.

It was Daoist Simu!

Master Jiu immediately stepped forward, beaming: “Younger brother, Itachi’ve finally arrived.”

Daoist Simu, while arranging the corpses into formation, nodded and replied: “Brother, I’m here.”

“I heard Itachi wanted to introduce me to a fellow practitioner?”

Master Jiu smiled and pointed to Luo Jie beside him:

“This is Luo Jie, whom I mentioned in my letter.”

“He has extensive connections underground.”

Then Master Jiu added:

“Younger brother, if Itachi have any ambitions, why not seek a position from Mr. Luo?”

“I heard the pay is good there—and they even give out Netherworld year-end bonuses.”

Upon hearing this, Daoist Simu perked up instantly.

He had long coveted his brother’s position as head of the Underworld bank.

Could it be that he, too, had a chance to land such a lucrative post?

He immediately put on a warm smile and said enthusiastically:

“Mr. Luo, it’s an honor to meet Itachi!”

“Itachi look like a man destined for great things.”

Luo Jie extended his hand and smiled: “Daoist Simu, I’ve long heard of your great reputation.”

“The undisputed master of corpse-moving, the man who comes and goes like the wind.”

At that moment, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai also entered to pay their respects to their uncle.

Daoist Simu, seeing his two nephews, chuckled and said:

“I’ve been traveling through wind and rain, with nothing good to offer—just a red envelope each, for good luck.”

Saying this, he pulled out two red paper packets from his robe and handed them to Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai.

Wen Cai, holding the envelope, grinned like a blooming chrysanthemum: “Thank Itachi, Uncle!”

Master Jiu watched and couldn’t help saying:

“Younger brother, Itachi’re spending too much.”

Wencai nodded repeatedly: “Master is right—Uncle, just give it to me.”

“After all, Brother Qiusheng is getting married soon—Itachi’ll have to give him a gift.”

Simu froze, eyes widening: “Qiusheng is getting married?”

He turned to Qiusheng, face filled with disbelief: “Good lad, haven’t seen Itachi in days, and now Itachi’re getting married?”

Qiusheng looked ashamed.

Simu excitedly clapped him on the shoulder: “Good! Which girl is it?”

Just as Qiusheng opened his mouth, Wencai interrupted from beside him:

“It’s a female ghost.”

The air froze instantly.

Simu’s smile slowly stiffened, as if doused with a bucket of ice water.

He muttered to himself: “A female ghost?”

(End of Chapter)