When the man in white said the first sentence, Bai Wuchang was still in a daze and confused.
"Why are you stopping me?" The ghost said to his colleague in dissatisfaction, "These people are acting like ghosts and gods, I don't know what they are doing. If I delay the opportunity and the higher-ups ask about it..."
His pale, eyeless eyes suddenly opened wide.
He could no longer utter a word.
The power of Heaven was overwhelming instantly! The Black and White Impermanence stood solemnly with their hands down, their eyes on their noses, their noses on their hearts. They shrank their necks like quails, trying to make themselves as weak and harmless as quails, not daring to breathe again.
The ghost mother began to confess her grievances, and the white man listened, nodding his head. He then dismantled the ghost mother's life experience piece by piece, calling them "thirteen great injustices" with regret. From what he said, it seemed that because of this, all the evil deeds done by the nine-son ghost mother would be written off.
Bai Wuchang grimaced when he heard this. There were tens of thousands of Fengdu judges, but none of them dared to judge the case so rashly and leniently. However, the black man did not object at all, and his face was full of incredible approval, as if whatever the other party said was correct and impeccable.
"... It has been a custom since ancient times to hand over the ghost case to Fengdu," Bai Wuchang protested weakly in a mosquito-like voice, "How can they interfere in other people's affairs..."
"You're going to die..." Hei Wuchang tightly closed his lips and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "Why don't you shut up quickly? Do you believe that they can crush you to pieces with just a lift of their fingers?"
Although they were colleagues, Hei Wuchang had been a ghost messenger for 120 years longer than him. Bai Wuchang had no choice but to continue standing where he was and listening obediently.
After hearing the end, the two not only decided to spare the ghost mother from the torture of purgatory, but also determined that she was a fierce ghost. What shocked the ghost officials the most was that they actually allowed the ghost mother to live in the human world for two hundred years.
If one could stay in the mortal world for two hundred years just by "opening an orphanage", then the hundreds of millions of evil spirits in Fengdu, even if their souls were torn to pieces, would still use the orphanage to fill up the mortal world!
Thunder came and went, the verdict came into effect, the clear moonlight shone down, the bloody resentment of the filthy ghosts and gods flew up to the endless sky. Water plants and gravel fell, and wet octopuses fell to the ground with a "slap". When Wang Yue Niang stood up, she was the young woman with thin eyebrows and eyes and white teeth, wearing a pale blue cloth dress, which almost shone with a soft silver light under the moonlight.
"I..." She looked at her own hands. Her nails were blunt, her fingers were deformed, and covered with calluses from years of hard work. But these were normal hands after all, hands that could hug her daughter, not the bloody claws of a ghost.
She panted blankly, looking at Liu Fuguang and Yan Huan, with too many emotions piled up in her heart, and she couldn't speak at all. After a long while, she murmured: "... But I can't take care of the children during the day..."
Liu Fuguang smiled and said, "Why not? If you want to live in the market, you can walk in the daytime."
The Black and White Impermanence were greatly shocked. With just one sentence, this man gave ghosts the privilege of walking in broad daylight!
"The orphanage also needs money to support it," Yan Huan said, "Your savings from being the Nine Sons' Mother over the years, as well as the gold, silver, and pearls offered by others, will remain for you to use. If you are short of money, you are a ghost, and you know how to make money in so many ways. You don't need me to teach you, right?"