[Temporary Worker in the Underworld] Chapter 3

Author: yyhnxx
Published on July 3, 2017 in the forum
Originality: Yes
Word Count: 8659

Foreword: I didn't expect my change in writing style to cause controversy among readers, I'm truly sorry.
I just wanted to share my thoughts.

Regarding the radical adjustments, I'm not referring to a change between a green-themed or harem story, but mainly to
adjustments made to "my" identity. After all, at the beginning, "I" am already married, which imposes many limitations on the later plot
. Emotionally speaking, not only "I" but also my partner, Qitong, is loyal, so "I"
cannot have too many flirting scenes after marriage, and can only develop in a purely green direction. Therefore, I specifically
designed the fusion of three souls to give "me" a new life. As for why a third soul was added,
this soul is actually not important; its role has already been guessed in previous readers' replies, so I won't elaborate here
. You can figure it out yourselves.

Final sentence: I will write this book according to my own ideas and the development of the story. Some plot points
will even appear randomly. I hope you all enjoy it.

Chapter Three: Fleeting Beauty

I don't know if the song I sang in the bar became a hit, but I do know it alarmed the City God. He even
summoned me and gave me a long, earnest pep talk, basically saying that I
'll have bread and girls, and the most important thing now is to focus on my work. Success in my career leads to greater rewards. He told
me not to dwell on the past, but to build on the past and always look forward, and so on.

He said a lot, whether I listened or not was my business, but at least my mood wasn't too bad,
though still quite low.

The two leaders of the Black and White Impermanence quickly moved their territory and arrived at my new bar.

"Just think of yourself as having reincarnated three times. All three incarnations are you, just at the same time.
What does it matter? Separated for 200 years, those are three souls; concentrated in these 10 years, they are still three souls."

This was what he said to me one day when the White Impermanence wasn't around, drunk and with his arm around my shoulder.

"Love is an age-old yet ever-new topic that never goes out of style, but I
've been in love, but after the breakup, I didn't feel heartbroken or have
any unforgettable memories. It's impossible for me to say that I had no feelings for that relationship, but I wouldn't dare to say whether it was true
love. However, the physiological basis of love is sex, and the emotional basis is affection. Just don't deceive yourself."

This is what he whispered to me when he was drunk, which surprised me greatly. I never expected that this seemingly cold
and man would have such a literary side.

"Remember, any marriage is like buying shoes. Comfortable shoes aren't necessarily the most beautiful. At any
time, we can only let the shoes adapt to our feet, not the other way around.
Only . The worst thing about traveling is wearing the wrong shoes; the worst thing about marriage is suffering. If the shoes are too tight, you should
change them before both your shoes and feet get hurt."

As Hei Wuchang said this, he was slightly drunk. Then, seeing my eyes blinking rapidly, he
slurred "So what if you blink at me? Let me tell you, marriage is like this: wearing these shoes,
no matter how fancy they are, they're the perfect fit. You have to be inseparable! Do you understand?"

At this moment, Bai Wuchang was standing behind him. Her expression, which had already changed slightly, coldly snorted, "
You're quick to react."

Hei Wuchang seemed to only just notice her, exclaiming dramatically, "Wife, when did you get here?"

Turning around, he said to me, "Why didn't you tell me?"

He was met with my blatant contempt.

That night, I was sitting in a bar when I saw Hei Wuchang walk in alone.

"Hey, what's this? A ghost out here all alone?" I

was already very familiar with him.

"I'm not on duty today. I told her I came here alone to hang out."

"Welcome," I said casually.

Black Impermanence looked around. Business wasn't good. He grabbed me and said, "Come on, let's go see some sights today."
"I'm busy here,"

I said irritably.

"Don't stay cooped up in this awful place all day. Go out and explore. This is what my wife wanted too."

Black Impermanence's words touched me. White Impermanence was usually very quiet, but it turned out he could care about people too.

"Where to?"

"You'll see when we get there."

Black Impermanence grabbed my arm and dragged me out. To my surprise, it wasn't my body that walked out of the bar with him,
but my spirit, and it practically floated the whole way.

"Wait, what about me…"

I looked at my physical body sitting there, "dazed. "

"Don't worry, the vampires will handle it." Sure

enough, I saw the vampires approaching. They said helplessly, "Boss, you're drunk again."
Then they carried "me" back to the bedroom.

"Where are we going?"

I saw myself floating in mid-air, with a brightly lit line of cars beneath my translucent feet.

"Taking you to see a movie, to clear your head,"

Black Impermanence smiled eerily at me.

We didn't float far, just to a five-star hotel in the university town. He carried us
together into a suite on the 21st floor.

I looked at him questioningly.

"It's okay, they can't hear you,"

Black Impermanence shouted nonchalantly. Sure enough, no one came out.

"Let's go."

I followed him into the suite's enormous bedroom, and the scene before me left me speechless. Within minutes, my nose
started bleeding. This was the first time I'd ever heard of spirits getting nosebleeds.

On the 2-meter-wide bed, a naked girl lay on her back on the edge of the bed, her head half hanging off the edge, her
long black hair hanging down on the floor. Her mouth was stuffed full of a thick penis.
A well-dressed man straddled her head, his hands kneading her full and tender breasts while
his legs thrust in and out of her mouth.

Meanwhile, another obese man was gripping her slender waist,
thrusting his engorged penis between her legs.

Holy crap, is this the legendary threesome? City folks really know how to have fun.

"I wasn't kidding, was I? Good show,"

Black Impermanence chuckled slyly.

I ignored him. Such opportunities were rare. As an innocent person, this was the first time I'd ever heard of such perks
as being a ghost messenger. Swallowing hard, I stared intently at the scene on the bed, then suddenly remembered
something.

"Damn, so you can see whoever you want? What if you see my wife too…?" "Get lost! Do you
think we're all perverts? This is a crime punishable by heaven." "Then why did you bring me here? Trying to drag someone down with you?"
"Get lost!"

Black Impermanence threatened to kick me. "You watch first, you'll see soon enough."

On the bed, the battle continued.

To my surprise, the fat man on the bed, even fatter than me, possessed a unique
talent : thick and long. No wonder the woman was moaning and groaning as he thrust
into her. The area where their legs were joined was almost completely filled by the fat man. Each time he pulled out, the woman's tender flesh would tightly grip and pull outwards, making the pink
flesh appear exceptionally vibrant. The milky white fluid that occasionally seeped from their joined bodies told me that the woman was enjoying herself.

"How about it, baby, which is better than your boyfriend?"

The fat man panted heavily as he thrust in and out of the girl's body, hard and deep. He thrust so hard that the girl almost cried out several times,
involuntarily spitting out the penis from her mouth, only to have it forcibly shoved back in by the man beside her.

"You fucking let her talk,"

the fat man said to the man, smugly.

The man didn't dare to make a sound, panting as he pulled the penis out of the girl's mouth. The girl
gasped for breath , but the fat man thrust into her again with great force.

"Huh?!"

The fat man grinned maliciously. "Tell us, is your boyfriend better, or am I better, or are we
better, huh? Hahaha!"

"Hmph—" The girl snorted, turning her head to the side and wiping her slightly wet lips with the back of her hand.

"What's with the pretense now that we've already done it?"

The fat man chuckled, pulling out his long, thick penis. He forcefully flipped the girl's legs up high
above her head, then stood up, greedily staring at her vulva, which was exposed due to the intrusion of the foreign object. The pink flesh there was not completely closed, like a small, round hole in the middle
, like a panting mouth . 　　The fat man leered as he squatted down, his massive body slamming heavily between the girl's legs , each thrust pushing his entire penis deep inside her. His testicles , pressed against her vulva by gravity, seemed to be pounding into her. Each slam sent gushes of vaginal fluid flowing down her raised buttocks, quickly soaking her anus. 　　The girl breathed heavily, stubbornly refusing to make a sound, which only fueled the fat man's desire to conquer her. He squatted down even more forcefully. 　　"Young Master Hua, enjoying it?" 　　A third man's voice came from behind. I turned around in surprise and saw a handsome man. 　　"Fuck, that's really good," 　　the fat man panted. "Your girlfriend is fucking amazing, I can't get enough of her." 　　Their conversation made me stare wide-eyed in disbelief: this guy was the girl's boyfriend ! What kind of scheme was this? 　　I felt my worldview crumbling. 　　"The department beauty is the department beauty, it's so much fun to fuck her." 　　The fat guy chuckled. "Next time, let's get the school beauty too." 　　As he spoke, the fat guy seemed to think of something, and he thrust down a few times, then stopped, panting heavily. After a while , he pulled out, and a thick stream of semen gushed from the girl's vagina. 　　"You go first." 　　The fat guy wiped the sweat from his brow and said to the muscular man who had been playing with the girl's mouth. The man climbed picked up the girl's legs, and, ignoring the fat guy's still-flowing semen, thrust into her hard and impatiently. 　　The girl groaned weakly, motionless as the man thrust into her from side to side. The man was clearly a little too excited , and he ejaculated into the girl's body after a few thrusts. 　　The girl lay quietly on the bed, her hair falling across her cheeks, obscuring her face. 　　At this moment, her boyfriend, who had been standing by the bed, also took off his clothes, climbed onto the bed, lay down , and then took her hand, gesturing for her to sit on him. 　　The girl mechanically got up, spread her legs, and sat between her boyfriend's thighs. Their fingers intertwined, and with a thrust that barely needed aiming, he entered her again through her incredibly wet passage. 　　"Mmm…" 　　this time, the girl murmured softly. 　　"Kiss me," 　　her boyfriend commanded. 　　The girl looked at him, hugged his head, and obediently kissed him. Their lips intertwined, seemingly incredibly sweet. Her boyfriend's penis moved rapidly between her legs, the semen of the two men who had just been ejaculated inside her being carried out with each thrust, flowing to the sides of his scrotum, and then, with each thrust , staining the girl's buttocks, making her buttocks appear somewhat white and lumpy. 　　The fat man, watching with interest from a short distance, observed the man and his girlfriend's passionate lovemaking. He would occasionally glance down at their already disheveled union. Slowly, his erection returned. He grinned maliciously, climbed up again, and went behind the girl who was rising and falling on top of her boyfriend. He reached out and suddenly shoved her hard from behind, forcing her onto her boyfriend. He then pressed his now-erect penis between her round buttocks. 　　"Ah! No!" 　　the girl screamed in terror, struggling to escape. 　　"Hold her tight!" 　　the fat man said viciously to her boyfriend beneath him, then turned to the burly man beside him, who, knowing what he was about to do, had also become erect again, and said, "Aren't you going to help?" 　　Under the fat man's command, the boyfriend actually held her tightly. 　　"No! No! Not there! Let me go! No, Ah Hui, I don't want this, let me go!"

The girl struggled fiercely, but was held firmly by her boyfriend and another man. The fat man grinned savagely
as he pressed his grotesque penis against her anus, which was already soaked with vaginal fluid. With a slight push, the glans disappeared into
the girl's anus.

"Ah! It hurts!"

the girl screamed. "Young Master Hua, please, let me go!"

The girl cried out in pain, but it did not elicit any pity from the fat man.

"It's okay, girl. You'll feel amazing in a moment."

The fat man gritted his teeth, savoring the tightness of this virgin territory. "So fucking tight, so comfortable."

He didn't go any deeper, but seemed to enjoy the tight embrace, which gave the girl a glimmer of
hope.

"Young Master Hua, please, pull it out quickly, I'll use my mouth, I'll use my mouth to make you come out, ah—!"

The girl suddenly screamed. As she begged for mercy, the fat man thrust in and out a few times, and after feeling the slippery texture, he
mercilessly inserted the entire penis inside.

"You move too."

The fat man grinned lewdly at the girl's boyfriend at the bottom.

"Oh."

The somewhat stunned boyfriend actually started moving.

The girl was sandwiched between the fat man and her boyfriend, her eyes tightly closed, her head tilted back, seemingly trying to
alleviate the excruciating pain in her anus. Her hands were on the bed, her fingers gripping the sheets so tightly they turned white.

The two men were thrusting in and out of her vagina and anus, one above the other, and she let out
hoarse growls, whether from pain or pleasure, it was hard to tell.

At this moment, the muscular man next to them also moved in front of the three men, holding his hard penis, and
patted the girl's painful face, lips, and nose. Before the girl could understand what was happening, she felt something
blocking her nose. Just as she slightly opened her mouth to breathe, a slippery penis was forced into her mouth—
all three of her orifices were instantly filled... "I can't take it anymore... Please... let me go..."

The girl's upper body went limp on the bed, only her buttocks were raised high, and the fat man was still kneeling behind her, thrusting
.

The girl's voice grew weaker and weaker, her bare back revealing an eerie pink hue, covered in
patches of red.

"Something's wrong!"

I realized something was amiss; the girl was starting to breathe more heavily than she was exhaling. I quickly said to Black Impermanence,
"Something's wrong! Help her!"

I prepared to rush forward, but Black Impermanence grabbed me.

"What are you doing?!"

I yelled at Black Impermanence.

"You're a spirit now, how can you save her?"

Black Impermanence looked at me expressionlessly.

"Oh, right."

I then remembered that I was still a spirit, and my magic was useless against the living. I quickly turned to run, "I
'll go back quickly, I should still make it in time, I'll call 120 first."

But I found that I couldn't escape, because Black Impermanence, expressionless, grabbed me again.

"What do you mean?"

I didn't understand.

Black Impermanence looked at me calmly and shook his head slightly.

"What do you mean?"

I raised my voice again. "Let go of me?! Did you hear me! Let go of me, I need to save someone!"

Black Impermanence didn't speak, he just grabbed me.

"What are you doing?!"

I saw the girl was in bad shape, and I was sweating profusely. "Why are you holding me?! I need to save someone!"

"Save someone? Save who?" Black Impermanence said coldly. "

Save her! Who else can I save!"

I tried to push him away angrily, but found his hand as firm as a rock.

"Save her? Why should I save her?"

"Why? Because I saw it, because I'm still a human being..."

I roared, but then I suddenly realized something, a cold sweat ran down my back, and I looked at
Black Impermanence .

"So you finally understand, we're ghost messengers,"

Black Impermanence said indifferently, his face devoid of any sympathy or sorrow. "We only deal with the affairs of the underworld. The living,
we don't care, and we can't care."

Suddenly, all my strength seemed to drain from my limbs, and I almost collapsed to the ground, unable to stand.
Not far away, three men had noticed the girl's distress and began slapping her face, calling her name, and performing
CPR, but all to no avail. I watched as the girl slowly, slowly stopped breathing.

"Why is this happening? Why is this happening?"

I watched as a ghostly figure slowly rose from the lifeless girl's body. I never
imagined a vibrant, beautiful life would wither before my eyes. It was unbearable. At that moment,
Black and White Impermanence appeared out of thin air, ready to take her away.

"What do you mean?!"

With a sudden burst of strength, I stood up abruptly. "You fucking knew she was going to die today, and
how to die, and you still brought me here to watch the show! Are you even human?! Are you even human?!"

I grabbed his collar fiercely, roaring.

"You've lost your bearings again! When did I become a human?"

I was stunned for a moment, then immediately roared, "So what if you're a ghost officer? Does that give you the right to treat people like this? Fuck your mother!
I'm on night patrol, I'm a higher-ranking officer than you! You bastard, you just stood by and watched me die! I'm going to report you, get you fired
, and lock you up in hell!"

I was furious, but I forced myself to stop slapping him.

"Fire me?"

Black Impermanence sneered, his face so cold and unfamiliar. "I've been a ghost officer for thousands of years, and you're just
a temporary worker? Dream on!"

"Fuck your mother!" I couldn't hold back any longer and punched Black Impermanence hard in the face.

The two little demons, Black and White Impermanence, were shocked and rushed over to break up the fight, but I grabbed one of them with each hand, then
stepped on Black Impermanence. I roared at the girl beside me, who was beginning to realize she had become a ghost:
"Run!"

The girl looked at me blankly with her beautiful face, seemingly not yet reacting, and didn't move.

"You fucking run! Do you want to be caught by Black and White Impermanence?! Run!"

I shouted at her through tears.

The girl—no, the female ghost—seemed to realize what was happening and ran away in a panic.

It wasn't until the newborn female ghost had been running for quite some time that I finally released the three ghost messengers, feeling somewhat exhausted. I knew that
I couldn't possibly hold them off for that long, but they didn't seem to struggle much, appearing
unusually calm.

"You've got some nerve, kid,"

Black Impermanence spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. This was another new discovery of mine: as a spirit, I could
inflict real harm on ghosts, but it was useless against humans.

"You fucking dare hit me."

Black Impermanence glanced at me indifferently, then waved to the ghost messenger beside him. "Take this old man away and let the City God see
what . These days, even temporary workers have the guts to run wild." I was 　　pinned down by the ghost messenger 　　. Before leaving

, I took a deep look in the direction the girl had fled,
silently 　, "This is all I can do to 　　help. I hope you can get your revenge." Then, the one man and the three ghosts transformed into a thick　　plume of black smoke , disappearing into the crack in the ground. —— ... 　　He had promised Xu Yan that he would send some of the money he earned to her sick mother, but now that she was dead, what was the point of that promise? With that money, he could have swaggered around for a long time, at least enough to pick up a few more girls. Speaking of girls, he still felt it was a pity; after all, beauties like Xu Yan were rare even in the entertainment industry. Her death felt like a waste. He wished he had had more sex before she died. 　　Thinking about this, he became somewhat agitated. 　　He couldn't help but get up and go to the bathroom to wash his face. 　　He splashed water on his face haphazardly, rubbed it a few times, and then looked up. Suddenly, he saw Xu Yan in the mirror, dressed in white, with disheveled hair and a pale face, coldly staring at him. 　　"Ah—!" 　　He screamed in fright, falling to the ground with a thud and scrambling back against the wall. When he looked again , there was nothing there. 　　"Damn it!" 　　He was really feeling guilty, scaring himself like that. 　　He cursed, got up, went back to his room to change, and left the house. 　　As an unemployed bum, he started driving his secondhand BMW X5 again, ready to go hunting: how could his life be without women? He drove towards the bar street in the university town. Halfway there 　　, it was getting dark. He turned on the radio; a catchy DJ was playing, and as he tapped his feet to the rhythm, his somewhat complicated heart began to stir. Just as he was about to turn at an intersection , he habitually glanced at his rearview mirror and saw Xu Yan, still dressed in white with a pale face, staring coldly at him from the back seat. 　　"Screech—!" 　　Liu Heming slammed on the brakes, practically jumping out of the car. A series of screeching brakes followed behind him. 　　"You fucking idiot!" 　　Other drivers behind him roared, alerting a traffic policeman nearby, who quickly came over. 　　"Sir, what's wrong with you?!" 　　Seeing more people around, Liu Heming dared to look up at his car; the back seat was empty. 　　"Is it just my imagination again?" 　　Liu Heming decided to go to the hospital. 　　On the way there, everything seemed normal, and the doctor's examination told him that he was perfectly healthy and had no problems. 　　This reassured him, but he also grumbled a bit. 　　After his appointment, he prepared to take the elevator down. The hospital was almost empty except for the emergency room, and he was the only one in the elevator. Perhaps to prevent elevator perverts, there was a small . 　　When the elevator reached the 18th floor, it suddenly stopped, and the lights inside flickered a few times, startling him. Fortunately, they only flickered briefly before returning to normal. 　　He breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his clothes, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't dare turn around, but slightly raised his head to look at the reflective mirror above his left. Xu Yan appeared in the mirror again. This time, she smiled at him, a cold and eerie smile. 　　"Ah! A ghost!" he screamed in terror, flailing his arms and legs. 　　"Sir, sir, what's wrong? What's wrong?" 　　A gentle call brought him to his senses. He lowered his arm and found a . 　　He looked around blankly; there was nothing there but the nurse. 　　Liu Heming was hospitalized. Despite the doctor saying he had no illness, he insisted on being admitted, claiming he had mental problems. The hospital, helpless, had no choice but to admit him. 　　After being admitted, Xu Yan seemed to disappear. However, a few days later, when Fatty Hua Shao visited him, he brought news that nearly broke him—He Fei (the burly man), who had been imprisoned for manslaughter as a scapegoat, was dead. He died in prison, and the cause of death was bizarre: his head was stuck between two iron bars, causing him to suffocate. 　　Normally, a person's head could not fit between two narrow iron bars. 　　He Fei's death made Liu Heming uneasy. He sent the remaining 300,000 yuan hush money to Xu Yan 's ailing mother, which brought him some peace of mind, and it seemed Xu Yan had not reappeared. 　　Liu Heming could finally get a good night's sleep. 　　As night fell, Liu Heming was sleeping soundly in his hospital bed when a sudden gust of wind jolted him awake. He looked up and saw a shadow flash past the half-open door of his room. 　　He quickly got out of bed, walked to the door, and peeked out. He saw the hem of a white dress flash past the fire escape at the end of the corridor. 　　For some reason, he couldn't help but want to see more. He hurried to the stairs, looked up, and...

Seeing the hem of her skirt flutter past the stairs above him, he followed her all the way to the rooftop.

There, a girl in a white gauze dress, with long, flowing hair, stood with her back to him on the rooftop
railing . In the night breeze, her white dress and long hair billowed, giving her an indescribable ethereal and otherworldly beauty.

A look of infatuation appeared on Liu Heming's face: "Yan Yan, is that you?"

He walked towards the ethereal girl.

The girl, who had been standing with her back to him, slowly turned around, revealing a blank face devoid of features.

"Ah—! You…"

Liu Heming was so frightened that he rolled to the ground: "A ghost! A ghost! Help… Someone save me!"

Terrified, he watched the faceless girl float towards him, desperately crawling backward and hiding, completely
unaware that he had quickly reached the edge of the building. To escape, he used both hands and feet to climb over the railing and hid on the eaves.

"No... Don't come any closer... Don't come any closer..."

Liu Heming screamed in terror, her body continuing to retreat until she fell heavily from the 21st floor...

The girl stood blankly on the rooftop, staring at the spot where Liu Heming had fallen. Below, the Black and White Impermanence appeared
precisely on time , locking the still-screaming Liu Heming into hell.

"Sizzle—"

The crisp sound of a Zippo lighter igniting came from behind the girl. She turned around, and
the face that had been devoid of features had returned to a soft and beautiful one—it was Xu Yan.

She saw a somewhat lewd, but not repulsive, fat man leaning against the fire door, having just
lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then looking at her.

The girl looked around strangely, but there was nothing there, confirming that the fat man was looking at her.

"You're looking at me?"

"Why can't I look at you?"

Of course, the fat man was me, not Hua Shao, the fat man.

"How can you see me?" the girl asked in surprise.

"Why can't I see you?"

I took the cigarette holder out of my mouth; in the time it took to talk to her, I'd smoked the cigarette down to almost the butt.

The girl suddenly noticed something and pointed at me: "You're that…"

I nodded.

"Thank you," the girl said.

"Thank me for what?"

I laughed self-deprecatingly, "For not helping you, for watching you die?"

My words saddened the girl. After a long silence, she said blankly, "I saw everything. You're a ghost messenger;
it's not your fault. I can only blame my bad luck."

The girl's words left us in a long silence.

I remembered the conversation I had with the City God and the Black and White Impermanence after I let the female ghost escape in the underworld.

"Come with me," I sighed and lit another cigarette.

"Where to?" the girl asked.

"A place,"

I replied inexplicably, "before you become a vengeful ghost because of your resentment."

I didn't explain further. The girl followed behind me and turned to leave.

(To be continued)

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