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Chapter 6 Grandpa Appears in My Dream as the Black Impermanence

Sasha watched Xu Qingling fall asleep before returning to the ring to rest.

Xu Qingling's ring is actually a kind of medium between the human world and the underworld. Sasha seems to have entered the ring, but in reality, she has returned to the road to the Yellow Springs to continue to take root there and absorb nourishment.

Of course, by serving as Xu Qingling's assistant, she can also accumulate merit in her spiritual practice.

Xu Qingling had a dream that night.

She rarely dreamed before, but this time, she dreamed about her grandfather.

She dreamt that her grandfather was wearing a black official robe with intricate and mysterious patterns, similar to those in ancient times, and he was also wearing an official hat on his head.

He was different from the grandfather she remembered who liked to wear casual pants and a shirt.

The grandfather in front of me looked the same as before, but inexplicably he had a more solemn and dignified air about him, making people afraid to look him in the eye. Even a light glance from him could make one's heart tremble, leaving no room for any other thoughts, only awe.

"Qingling girl..." Grandpa began, his voice still the familiar one he always had.

In his dream, his grandfather talked to him for a long time.

I explained the contents of the envelope to her in detail and also gave her affirmation and encouragement.

For example: She took over the Fengdu Leave Office, and her performance on her first day was quite good, so I praised her.

Finally, Grandpa said earnestly, "Qingling, my dear girl, Grandpa won't be by your side, so you must take good care of yourself. Remember to eat well and dress warmly. You can absolutely trust Sasha; she is there to protect and help you. My dear girl, do your best. Grandpa looks forward to the day when we can meet again."

When Xu Qingling woke up, it was already the next day. Her stomach started growling. She hadn't eaten dinner the night before and had slept soundly all night.

She touched her head; she no longer had a fever, and she was cured.

But feeling sticky all over, Xu Qingling got up, took a shower, took one out of the closet full of long-sleeved black dresses, put it on, and went out to the breakfast shop.

The elderly woman selling breakfast saw Xu Qingling and said, "Qingling, you've come for breakfast! Have a seat, I'll serve you some rice."

"Hmm," Xu Qingling responded faintly.

Aunt Zhou was already used to Xu Qingling's indifference, after all, Xu Qingling and her grandfather always came here to eat.

She knows both his tastes and his personality.

It wasn't until two bowls of vegetable and lean meat porridge were served that Aunt Zhou seemed to remember something, slapped her forehead, and took away another bowl, saying, "Look at me, I didn't even realize your grandfather was gone for a moment."

In the past, when Xu Qingling and her grandfather came, they would always have two bowls of vegetable and lean meat porridge.

Xu Qingling was stunned for a moment when she saw only a bowl of porridge in front of her. Then she picked up the spoon next to her and began to drink it.

It tasted exactly the same, but for some reason, Xu Qingling felt that today's porridge was missing something compared to when she and her grandfather ate it together in the past.

However, Xu Qingling couldn't quite put her finger on what was missing.

She recalled that when she was a child, her grandfather would take her out to eat three meals a day, but the food outside was not very hygienic or safe, and she often had stomach upsets. Until one time she had food poisoning and almost lost her life.

Grandpa was frightened, so he started learning how to cook and tried his best to prevent her from eating out.

After half a year of research, they finally created a hygienic, healthy, and delicious dish that suited Xu Qingling's taste.

Now that her grandfather has passed away, there's no one to cook for her anymore.

Xu Qingling had tried cooking, but she was a complete kitchen disaster. Not only did she make terrible dishes, she almost burned the kitchen down.

Every time Grandpa saw the food she cooked, he would shake his head and decisively throw it into the trash can, saying earnestly, "Qingling girl, you'd better not eat this, or Grandpa might have to call an ambulance later." "From now on, Grandpa will cook at home. After Grandpa is gone, you can find a husband who can cook and take good care of you."

As she ate her porridge, Xu Qingling, who found it somewhat tasteless, wondered where she could find a husband who could cook.
At that moment, a few kilometers away at the People's Hospital, Fan Wujiu, who had just changed into a white coat and was about to clock in for work, sneezed.

He pushed up his silver-rimmed glasses, frowned slightly, and glanced at the bright sun outside. It was so hot outside, why was he sneezing? Had he caught a cold?

But isn't he from the underworld? He shouldn't be sick.

Does coming to the human world mean I'll get sick like ordinary people? That's probably unlikely.

When he arrived at his consultation room, there were already many patients waiting in line outside.

Good morning, Dr. Fan.

"Dr. Fan is here."

"..."

Every patient he encountered greeted him, and Fan Wujiu nodded faintly before entering his clinic to begin his day's work.

A colleague who happened to be passing by remarked, "Dr. Fan has only been here for less than three months, and there are already so many patients lining up to see him."

"It's all thanks to Dr. Fan's high medical skills. He's a top-tier talent transferred from Beijing. Although he was parachuted in, I heard our hospital director went to great lengths to recruit him. Look, everyone who sees him gets better after just one visit. Once the illness is cured, the patients naturally trust him." The doctor's tone was somewhat sour, but also quite envious.

"Hey, what's with Dr. Fan's name? How come it's called Fan Wujiu? It's really strange that someone named Wujiu is a highly skilled doctor."

"The name Fan Wujiu is alright. Luckily it's not Fan Wujiu, otherwise it would be Black Impermanence, who comes to take lives."

The two simply reminisced and joked around before parting ways to begin their respective work.

Meanwhile, after seeing patients all day, Fan Wujiu suddenly received a message from the Underworld Emperor, asking him to return to the Underworld because he had important matters to discuss.

Not long after, Fan Wujiu, dressed in black, arrived in the underworld.

He swept past quickly, leaving few traces, but his aura was powerful. Almost as soon as he returned to the underworld, the ghosts lingering there immediately sensed him.

"That must be Lord Fan, the Black Impermanence."

"It must be him. I can't mistake that aura. But why is Lord Fan back?"

"It seems to be an urgent summons from the Underworld Emperor."

"Hey, have you heard the rumors lately?"

"Rumor, you wouldn't be talking about the Underworld Emperor's impending retirement and the news of him passing the throne, would you?"

"Of course it is this one, and I have inside information that the candidate is between the two lords, Black and White Impermanence."

"Really?"

"I think it's more likely that the throne will be passed on to Lord Fan. You see, the Underworld Emperor summons Lord Fan far more often than Lord Xie. That means he's being entrusted with an important task."

“I think so too. Perhaps the Underworld Emperor urgently summoned Lord Fan back this time just to talk about the succession.”

"Forget it, it's too early to discuss the succession, and it doesn't really concern us. Let's focus on the newly established Fengdu Leave Office. We need to hurry up and make some money. I heard that if your application fails and you can't return to the mortal realm, you can pay to have someone appear in your dreams."

(End of this chapter)