The En gong stared at the real forms of those two figures, one dressed in black, the other in white, and promptly plopped down on the ground, shaken to his core. His voice trembled as he stammered out eight words:

　　"Black... White... Soul... Harvesters... Life... Drainers... Chain... of... Doom..."

　　Gone was his cocky attitude; fear now painted his face in stark contrast.

　　"En gong, oh En gong, where's your rebellious streak now? "You've calmed down and stopped your nonsense now?“When are you going to stop your wild or exaggerated talk?”

　　Just moments ago, he was arguing back and forth with the Black and White Reapers, but the sight of their true forms silenced him instantly... The mosquito just now was already trying to warn you to be mindful of what you say. It's really like playing the lute to a donkey – but I know you're probably thinking it should be "playing the lute to a cow," but comparing our En gong's low IQ to a cow would be an insult to cows. Even the donkey looks innocent in this situation.

　　"Are you scared by our true identities?"

　　"Don't worry, my brother and I are usually very friendly to ghosts."

　　Seeing En gong's expression at this moment, Xie Bian, with his long, dangling red tongue, approached with a smile on his face.

　　Oh my goodness, the White Devil's height is already not short, and that long tongue is almost dragging down to his crotch. That's incredibly long! And then looking at the Black one Fan Wujiu beside him, he's really like what Xie Bian said, a perfect spokesperson for Darlie Black toothpaste.

　　"Being friendly? Please! Look at you two, you're both so fierce and menacing."

　　"With either clubs or hooks in your hands, how am I supposed to believe you're friendly?"

　　Burning newspapers at the graves? You're pulling a fast one on the spirits, huh?"

　　"Gong nervously replied in an obedient and hesitant manner."

　　I really have to admire you if you can still remain calm when faced with the two ghostly enforcers, Bai Wuchang and Hei Wuchang.

　　"You are indeed a ghost, but my brother and I definitely won't fool you."

　　"Our weapons are meant to deal with evil and fierce ghosts."

　　"Just be honest and follow us, and nothing will happen to you."

　　"If you dare to cause trouble for us, you'll have to weigh the consequences yourself."

　　Seeing the En gong's disbelief, Fan Wujiu leaned in with his signature dark face to intimidate him.

　　"Grandpas, I was wrong."

　　"Can I not go, please?"

　　"Just let me go like a fart, okay?"

　　"Give me another ten years or so, please."

　　The En gong glanced nervously at the two terrifying yet smiling faces before him, still hoping for a reprieve.

　　"Of course not. Your body's already ashes. Do you want to roam as a wandering spirit?"

　　"Ten years? "Are you dreaming in broad daylight?"

　　"We treat departed souls with respect, but wandering spirits are a different matter."

　　"Decide now: will you come with us willingly, or be forced?"

　　The two ghosts replied in unison, their tone brimming with utter firmness. Despite the smiles plastered on their faces, there was an undercurrent of finality in their words, as if issuing an ultimatum.

　　En gong once again plunged into a somber reverie in a flash, realizing that this time, he couldn't possibly get away with deception in any way!

　　"Now that you've met us, don't be too upset."

　　"Your death is inevitable."

　　"It's time for your life in this world to come to an end."

　　"Let me tell you something that will make you even more devastated."

　　With a smile on his face, Hei Wuchang (Fan Wujiu), the Black Undead, spoke to Gong. Then, he waved his black hand in front of En gong's eyes, and a cloud of white mist appeared before the three of them. The mist was not small in size, exactly the same dimensions as a 100-inch LCD TV, akin to a cinema screen. The two undead enforcers, Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang, used their powers to project images onto it, revealing a real and vivid scene on the mist. This allowed En gong to witness everything that happened after he choked to death in the cesspool.

　　The time rewinds to seven days ago...

　　The En gong was fished out of the septic tank by the public toilet attendants, but none of them were willing to perform any first aid measures for him, especially mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. The reason was that his mouth was too disgusting, filled with feces and urine...

　　As the benefactor's vital signs gradually faded, everyone gathered around like spectators, sharing the news on their social media while the chaos escalated throughout the entire city of Beidu in an instant.

　　Little did he know that within a few days, the overwhelming likes and comments had successfully propelled his tragic demise by drowning in a septic tank to the top of the trending news for that week.

　　"Hurry up, does anyone know how to perform CPR (cardiopulmonary resuscitation) on him? He's dying."

　　"You ask so easily, why don't you do it yourself? If you're capable, go ahead. Stop talking nonsense."

　　"Isn't his mouth full of feces and urine? It's disgusting."

　　"What the hell? If you find it disgusting, why ask someone else to do it? Don't we all feel disgusted?"

　　"Then why bother saving him at all? Look at his face, it's already turning green."

　　"Hey, hey, hey, look closely. Is that turning green from suffocation? It's shit-green, okay..."

　　"There's definitely no hope for saving him. Just call the mortuary directly."

　　In an instant, the number of onlookers grew significantly, and they all had different things to say. Were they really there to show concern for the benefactor? Definitely not. They clearly intended to take photos and share them on their social media. How can I tell? The reason is simple: each one of them held their phones in their hands, searching for the perfect spot to capture the scene. Such a once-in-a-lifetime news event, not bragging about it on social media would be a waste for the current generation of phone addicts.

　　"Damn it!"

　　"These people are awful, all talking nonsense. Why doesn't anyone save me?"

　　"This is fucking brutal!"

　　The En gong feels that the relationship between people in this world is really fickle and inconstant. However, after careful consideration, he realizes that he is not worthy of lamenting about the world, because he himself is also the kind of person who enjoys watching the commotion and stirring up trouble. Such a person is nothing at all...

　　"Keep watching."

　　"Something that will make you break down is about to happen."

　　White Wuchang Xie Bi'an pinched his nose and walked over to him, pointing at the misty scene with his right hand and said.

　　"Mommy, mommy!"

　　From the back of the crowd, came the cries of a child.

　　Since the perspective shown on the screen was from the Black and White Wuchangs standing above the toilet, the benefactor could clearly see all the details of the backyard of the toilet. He looked in the direction from where the sound came, and saw a little girl of four or five years old being led by a policeman to the back of the crowd.

　　"I'm a policeman. Please make way for us."

　　"Leave some space for me and this child to pass."