"Damn！"

　　"It's already been seven days, time's running out."

　　"Today is the seventh day after your death, you should come with us now."

　　Two young men stood before the door, one in a pristine black suit and the other in a pure white suit, each pinching their noses with one hand and smiling awkwardly at the En gong. Their disgust and nausea were impossible to hide, even with the smiles on their faces.

　　"What are you two, dressed up like that but talking nonsense?"

　　"Why should I go with you?"

　　"I don't think you two look like good guys."

　　Fear etched on his face, the En gong gathered his courage and responded instantly, without hesitation. He had only just realized one thing: he was indeed dead. But who these two men were remained a mystery to him.

　　Just then, a faint voice emerged from the hair behind the En gong's ear.

　　"Ouch, seriously, you idiot."

　　"Watch your tongue, or you'll regret it."

　　The spotted mosquito spoke its piece and then fell silent, most likely intimidated by the intimidating presence of the two men in black and white suits.

　　Seeing the En gong's resistance and disrespect, the man in the white suit immediately showed his disapproval.

　　"Hey..."

　　"You ungrateful one."

　　"We've been sent to guide you, but instead of being thankful, you dare to argue with us."

　　"Are you looking for death?"The man in the black suit quickly corrected.

　　"He's already dead, what trouble can he find?"

　　"Brother, that's not how you talk. It's obvious you didn't think before speaking. I swear, you two have the same IQ!"

　　The man in the white suit retorted.

　　"Shut up, Old Black. I'm scolding this kid, not you."

　　"It's none of your business to worry about others' affairs."

　　"Accusing me of low IQ? Don't you know what you look like when you speak? Like a black charcoal statue with only two rows of white teeth showing, like the spokesman for 'Black Man Toothpaste'."

　　"How dare you criticize me!"

　　The En gong watched the two men bicker back and forth, feeling his head spin.

　　"Shut up, both of you! Tell me, who are you really?"

　　"Are you two comedians by trade? Playing with me like this!"

　　The bickering duo turned to the En gong, smiling sinisterly, giving him an uneasy feeling.

　　"I'm Fan Wujiu, the brothers down there call me Eighth Uncle."

　　"If you can't remember my name, just call me Eighth Uncle."

　　"This one in white is my brother, Xie Bi'an."

　　"The brothers down there call him Seventh Uncle."

　　"We're here to guide you."

　　"There's still a long way to go, so hurry up and follow us."

　　The man in the black suit explained to the En gong.

　　While many people might not recognize the names 'Xie Bi'an' and 'Fan Wujiu,' their other titles were widely known.

　　"What's all this about Seven Lord and Eight Lord? You two look younger than me."

　　"My dad's in their gang, and the brothers say he acts like a big shot, doing nothing all day."

　　"Do you know what means? The biggest uncle, bigger than any Seventh or Eighth."

　　"I have a cool dad, so don't try to play grandpa with me."

　　The En gong glared at the two men, who indeed appeared young, and responded irritably.

　　But once he learned who they were, his bravado would surely fade.

　　"You brat."

　　"We are over a thousand years old."

　　"Listen to you spout nonsense."

　　"Asking for a beating, are you?"

　　Xie Bi'an replied angrily, but they had also witnessed the intelligence of this man who dared to mess with the King of Hell.

　　"Alright, alright..."

　　"I won't argue about age with you."

　　"But at least tell me what guides are?"

　　The En gong interrupted them again, confused.

　　"Old Black, why are you wasting time with this nonsense?"

　　"I told you the boss's new management style wouldn't work."

　　"Now we have to keep up with the trends, be modern, and pay extra attention to our image."

　　"Wearing suits and ties, convincing ghosts with virtue."

　　"And look at this, now every dead soul doesn't recognize us."

　　"We have to explain ourselves every time

　　"This is so embarrassing."

　　"Let's reveal our true forms quickly!"

　　"If he still doesn't recognize us after seeing our true forms, then I can swear with 100% certainty that he's nothing but a complete idiot!"

　　Xie Bi'an, dressed in a white suit, complained to Fan Wujiu, who wore a black suit.

　　These two brothers, one in black and one in white, have remarkable patience. They haven't completely lost patience with En gong yet, which speaks volumes about their composure.

　　As soon as they finished speaking, one of them glowed with white light, while the other emanated black miasma. En gong feel utterly stunned.

　　"What the hell? Is this David Copperfield performing magic?"

　　"Is this the moment to witness a miracle?"

　　"So you two aren't actually cross-talk comedians from under the bridge?"

　　Even in this situation, the En gong still had the nerve to crack jokes. I'm truly amazed by your unparalleled intelligence.

　　Within a matter of two or three seconds, the white light and black mist gradually faded, revealing two individuals dressed in striking outfits standing before him.

　　With their iconic attire and appearance, even the most oblivious person should recognize who they are.

　　Indeed, they are the Yin Captains of the Netherworld, 'Black and Bai wuchang', the two brothers responsible for escorting souls after death.

　　Xie Bi'an stood tall and slender, his face deathly pale, with a long red tongue protruding from his mouth. In his hand, he held a "mourning stick," a legendary weapon unique to Bai wuchang, capable of awakening or stunning spirits. His official cap was inscribed with the words "Fortune at First Sight."

　　As for Fan Wujiu, he was similarly tall and lean but had a dark, ashen complexion and a ferocious expression. He carried a "soul-hooking chain" adorned with curved hooks and claws, another legendary weapon exclusive to Black wuchang, designed to pierce the scapula and drag spirits away. His official cap bore the inscription "Universal Peace."