My Amazing WeChat is Connected to the Three Realms - Chapter 73

“How would I know? I’m not in charge of transporting corpses,” the bespectacled man stammered, his eyes darting nervously.

“Hmm?” Suddenly, Lin Hai caught a glimpse of two figures vanishing deep within the morgue.

One of them—dressed in a black robe and wearing a tall, cylindrical hat—sent a jolt of recognition through him.

“Black Impermanence!”

No time to think. Lin Hai shoved the bespectacled man aside and sprinted after the black-robed figure at full speed.

Seeing this, Captain Li took a deep breath.

“You all guard the entrance. I’m going in after him.”

The security guards were more than happy to stay outside, quickly dispersing to block the morgue’s entrance.

Black Impermanence was far faster than Lin Hai. Despite chasing him, the distance between them only grew.

Damn it, what now?!

Lin Hai’s heart pounded with urgency.

“Hmph, I’d advise you to stop chasing. This is an Intermediate Soul Reaper. At your speed, you’ll never catch up,” Chu Liner sneered from beside him, looking smug.

“Shit!” Lin Hai had no choice but to stop, stomping his foot in frustration.

He knew Chu Liner was right—there was no way he could catch up now.

“Wait… Why is Black Impermanence coming toward me?” Just as despair set in, Lin Hai noticed the dark figure swiftly approaching.

In the blink of an eye, Black Impermanence stood before him, dragging a shackled young man.

Before Lin Hai could process it, the reaper suddenly dropped to one knee.

What the hell?!

Lin Hai was completely baffled.

“Your subordinate, Intermediate Soul Reaper Du Qian, pays respects to the Princess.”

Huh? Princess?!

Lin Hai’s blood boiled.

The hell?! I’m a full-grown man, and you’re calling me “Princess”? That’s just insulting!

He was about to kick the guy when a voice spoke up behind him.

“Rise.”

“Hmm?” Lin Hai turned to see Chu Liner standing regally, her entire demeanor radiating authority—nothing like her usual self.

“This girl’s a princess?” Lin Hai was stunned.

“Thank you, Princess!” Du Qian stood, revealing his towering height—well over two meters.

“Du Qian?” Suddenly, a name clicked in Lin Hai’s mind.

“Holy shit, you’re not the Du Qian from Liangshan Marsh—the Sky-Toucher, are you?”

“You… know me?” Du Qian was taken aback.

No way, it’s really him!

Lin Hai was thrilled. Water Margin had so many of his favorite heroes.

“Hey, where’s Wu Song, the Tiger-Slaying Hero? Wu the Second?” Lin Hai eagerly asked about his favorite warrior.

“You know Brother Wu too? As the Star of Heavenly Injury, he naturally resides in the Heavenly Court. But who are you? How do you know us?” Du Qian scrutinized Lin Hai.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank in shock.

“You—you’re not a spirit! You’re alive! Princess, this—” Du Qian was utterly stunned.

“He can see and interact with us. When you return to the Underworld, not a word of this to anyone. Or you’ll find yourself in the Eighteenth Hell. Understood?” Chu Liner’s gaze turned razor-sharp.

Du Qian shuddered, casting another astonished look at Lin Hai.

“Understood.”

“Good. You’re dismissed.” Chu Liner waved him off.

“Yes.” Du Qian turned to leave.

“Hey, hey—wait a sec!” Lin Hai quickly stopped him.

No way I’m letting him go after chasing him this far!

“Hey, are you Wang Lei?” Lin Hai asked the shackled young man.

But the youth just stared blankly, as if Lin Hai weren’t even there.

“Don’t bother. He’s a new ghost—he can’t see or hear you,” Chu Liner interjected.

“He can’t?” Lin Hai frowned.

“Even a Junior Soul Reaper can only perceive the soul they’re assigned to collect. Ordinary ghosts can see everything only on their seventh-day return, but after that, they can never re-enter the mortal world.”

“Oh.” Lin Hai nodded, only half-understanding.

“Only Intermediate Soul Reapers or those who’ve reached the early stage of Ghost Immortality can perceive the living world and communicate with those who have spiritual sight. Of course, wandering or vengeful spirits lingering in the mortal realm are exceptions.”

Chu Liner continued, “That’s why the first Black Impermanence you met couldn’t see you—he must’ve been a Junior Soul Reaper. And Han Xiu’er and Mo Kuang were likely wandering spirits.”

Lin Hai finally had a rough grasp of how ghosts functioned.

“Yes, this is Wang Lei. He had some strength, which is why I was dispatched,” Du Qian confirmed.

“It really is him!” Lin Hai’s eyes lit up.

“Uh, Brother Du… mind if we negotiate?” Lin Hai asked sheepishly.

“Go ahead.” Seeing that Lin Hai was with Chu Liner, Du Qian remained polite.

“I promised Wang Lei’s parents I’d save him. Could you… let him go? Just this once?” Lin Hai watched Du Qian nervously.

“That…” Du Qian hesitated. “If the King of Hell marks your death at the third watch, who dares delay you till the fifth? His lifespan has ended. I can’t help you.”

Damn it! Lin Hai cursed inwardly.

“Brother Du, surely you can be flexible?”

“My friend, the Judge’s records are meticulous. Even a second’s discrepancy would bring severe punishment. And I don’t have the power to revive the dead. Farewell.”

Du Qian clasped his hands and turned to leave.

“Wait, wait! Hold on!” Lin Hai blocked him again.

What the hell do I do now?

Desperation gnawed at him.

“Wait—I’ve got it!” Lin Hai whipped out his phone, opened WeChat, and pulled up Chu Liner’s profile.

He scrolled to her bio and grinned.

“So, uh… Princess, this signature of yours—’If the King of Hell wants you dead at third watch, I’ll keep you alive till fifth’—is that for real, or just boasting?”

Chu Liner arched an eyebrow. “Of course it’s real.”

“Perfect! Then can you keep him from dying?” Lin Hai looked at her hopefully.

Chu Liner gave him a strange look.

“Are you stupid? I can only delay his death by two hours. I can’t save him.”

“…” Lin Hai’s face fell.

“Then… delaying his death by two hours works too!” Lin Hai insisted.

Once the soul left the body, his Golden Needle Revival technique wouldn’t work. But with two extra hours, he could still save Wang Lei.

“Are you actually stupid? He’s already dead. How am I supposed to delay his death?” Chu Liner rolled her eyes.

Ugh!

Lin Hai was exasperated.

“Then what can you do?” he snapped.

“I can make Du Qian delay taking his soul for two hours.”

Lin Hai perked up.

“Yes! Do that!”

If the soul wasn’t taken yet, he could beg the Heavenly Court’s eccentrics for help. Maybe they had a solution.

“Now I’m certain you’re an idiot. Why would I, a princess of the Underworld, help you interfere with soul collection? Do I look insane?” Chu Liner shot him a disdainful glare.

“…”

Damn. No way out.

If Chu Liner refused, he was out of options.

“Besides, once a soul is shackled, revival is impossible. Even if I gave you two hours, it’d be pointless.”

Chu Liner shook her head lightly.

Lin Hai’s heart sank.

The memory of Wang Lei’s grieving parents twisted his chest.

“Wait…” Chu Liner suddenly frowned.

“There might be one way.”

Lin Hai’s entire body tensed.

“What way?!”