How could there possibly be a Netherworld Ruler who could be coaxed awake with something like a joke? What did they take a Netherworld Ruler for?
Especially this evil White Sovereign, whose personality was utterly vile. He was the Netherworld Ruler among Netherworld Rulers. Last time, just to study the sheet he wore, White Sovereign had captured him and locked him up for ages.
Telling White Sovereign jokes was itself the biggest joke of all.
At this thought, Everything Can Be Sold couldn't help tightening the thin sheet around himself—it might have been because his sheet hadn't seen the sun in too long, but no matter how tightly he wrapped it around himself, he couldn't get any more warmth out of it.
Should I secretly swap my sheet with my foolish disciple's next time? They're the same model anyway. She probably wouldn't notice anything even if I switched them, Everything Can Be Sold thought.
"Boss Song, I think you should give up on telling jokes. You don't have any talent for it," Onion Lady suggested earnestly. "Why not let me try?"
Song Shuhang scoffed. "How much better could you possibly be? Your lame jokes only make people feel colder the more they hear, and with how easily you laugh, you'd crack up before your audience did."
With that, he pushed Onion Lady's tip back into his pocket, then waved his phone. "I came prepared this time. With these jokes, I'm confident I can satisfy Senior White Two."
Senior White's Clone said, "I think we should still put on a play right here."
"Don't mess around, Senior White. I've already resurrected once today." Song Shuhang cleared his throat and began telling a joke with a perfectly straight face. "A long, long time ago..."
Creation Fairy suddenly popped out. "In a Daoist