After leaving the hospital, Wen Ning did not go straight back to the shop.
While Old Zhao had been alive, his wife had been his greatest concern.
Now that Old Zhao had gone to the Underworld, Wen Ning had no idea how things were going for him there.
The queue for reincarnation in the Underworld was absurdly long. Wen Ning felt he needed to pull some strings for him.
He could also tell him about his wife and let him know that Xiulian had begun taking her treatment seriously.
With that thought, Wen Ning wasted no more time. He found a deserted spot and immediately circulated his magical power.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already in the Underworld.
He had traveled the Yellow Springs Road many times. This time, he knew his way around and headed along the bluestone path.
On the way, he encountered several souls drifting along leisurely, as well as a few Ghost Messengers guarding them. They even greeted Wen Ning when they saw him. After all, practically everyone knew that Heavenly Official Wen had connections higher up.
He crossed the Bridge of Helplessness and went around the Three Lives Stone.
Wen Ning arrived at the Underworld's reception desk. Calling it a reception desk was generous—it was really just a stone table with a familiar face seated behind it.
"Oh, Xie! You're on duty today?"
White Impermanence, Xie Bi'an, saw that Wen Ning had come.
"What brings you here? What's the matter today? Ugh, don't get me started. Old Fan was supposed to be on duty, but you know what he's like. You couldn't beat a word out of him, and he stammers when he does speak. So I ended up doing it."
"Haha, that's Old Fan, all right. If he were on duty,