Wang Quan had originally intended to send two ghosts.
But he worried that the ghosts might end up on someone's banquet table along the way, so he sent two ghost gods instead.
Of the two ghost gods, one was Ox Head and the other was Horse Face.
One was honest and good-natured, while the other looked fierce.
When the two ghost gods heard they were going on a long journey, they immediately wept with joy.
All these years in City No. 95, they no longer had to suffer exploitation at the hands of the big shots in Emperor's Tomb City.
But they had to put up with Wang Quan working them ragged.
Over the years, they had helped cultivators refine earth veins and spirit veins and remodel the Underworld.
Or worshipped the sun, moon, and stars, and all eight directions.
Or gone to the Real World to drag back abnormal weather, pounded it into fragments, and scattered it into Stone City.
Or gathered materials and helped refine magic treasures.
Their little lives had been far too fulfilling.
So fulfilling that they had worked twenty-four hours a day all these years.
Whenever they proposed slacking off, Ruo Jinghong, Wang Quan, and the others would urge them on, looking exasperated that iron would not turn to steel:
"You're in the prime of your lives, the perfect age to work hard. You absolutely mustn't slack off."
"Too tired? Want to rest? You're ghost gods! You can go a thousand, ten thousand years without closing your eyes!"
"If you don't work hard while you're young, you'll have nothing but sorrow in old age!"
"Your hard work now is all for a beautiful life in the future."
Those little speeches came in one polished set after another, making them feel that slacking off would be