Word Number：151 Author：玲珑雨昕 Translator： Release Time：2025-09-11

　　When En gong found his travel permit to the underworld, his heart swelled with immense joy. At least this proved that he was a ghost with an identity, and he needn't worry about becoming a wandering, unattached spirit.　　As a result, En gong's attitude towards the red-clothed youth improved drastically in an instant.　　"I've found my travel permit. I really have to thank you, buddy."　　"Seeing you here on this path too, you must have just passed away and are preparing to report to the Gates of Hell, just like me."　　"Where's your escorting ghost official?"　　En gong glanced around the red-clothed youth and suddenly sensed something was amiss.　　"Isn't it that everyone, after death, is led to the underworld by a ghost official?"　　"What the hell, could there be underworld guides even less reliable than the black and white wuchang Xie Bi'an and Fan Wu'jiu?"　　The red-clothed youth seemed t