Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable

The middle-aged man had tasted countless mountain and sea delicacies and had strong resistance to gourmet food, but at this moment, smelling the aroma of these dishes, he surprisingly had no resistance at all.

When the attendants placed the dishes on the table, the middle-aged man and the drooling middle-aged woman beside him immediately reached for their chopsticks and took a bite. Instantly, they were conquered by the deliciousness.

Then the two of them completely disregarded etiquette and began to devour the food, eating faster and faster until it turned into ravenous consumption. Their attendants did the same, gobbling down the food!

Feng Lin was accustomed to this long ago. Pei Shaosen had been well-educated since childhood; let alone gobbling down food, eating quickly during meals made him feel impolite.

If they were ordinary people, it could be forgiven. Life is difficult, and who cares about table manners. But seeing this pair of middle-aged couple, they didn’t seem to come from a poor family, so why did they eat so carelessly?

Feng Lin noticed Pei Shaosen’s shock and whispered, ”They’ve been wandering for a long time, and since this is their last meal in the mortal world, it’s instinctive to behave like this.”

Pei Shaosen withdrew his shocked expression and carefully observed the people in front of him, hesitantly asking Feng Lin, ”I see these people aren’t living, so why can they still eat?”

When he was a ghost, he could only smell the aroma, unable to eat anything, and the deserted house he stayed in was avoided by everyone. He couldn’t even smell the aroma; it was profoundly miserable.

Feng Lin replied, ”The food in our Yin Yang Inn can be eaten by gods, ghosts, and demons alike. Look at these people; they don’t even know they’re dead. They’ve been wandering without eating anything since they died, so naturally, they’re hungrier.”

While Pei Shaosen and Feng Lin spoke, the dishes had been replaced several times, while the empty bowls and plates continued to disappear without anyone noticing anything strange; everyone was engrossed in eating.

The dishes kept coming like a flowing river, while the servants had long forgotten themselves due to the food, so no one noticed these dishes were floating to the table.

Finally, the group finished eating. The middle-aged man held his bloated belly, exhaled, and felt satisfied.

Before, he always felt a hollow emptiness in his heart. Now, after eating to fullness, the emptiness was finally gone, but as soon as he was full, he remembered he couldn’t find the way home.

Perhaps it was because he was finally full, but the middle-aged man’s reason returned to him. He finally realized the oddity of this inn, if nothing else, just the attendant’s attire was more luxurious than his.

How could an attendant dress more luxuriously than a noble? Plus, this inn was notably strange; just the name Yin Yang Inn sounded inauspicious.

Moreover, looking around the inn, it’s an open flat, except for the bright red flowers, there’s nothing else. No people were visible; how does this inn operate without going bankrupt?

And the inn’s decor style, although lavish, was so dark, dark to the point of being eerie. The middle-aged man belatedly began to feel terror.

Now he didn’t want to ask for directions; he just wanted to leave here quickly. The middle-aged man pulled the middle-aged woman beside him to stand up, intending to call his servants and leave here promptly.

But before the two could stand up, they heard Feng Lin calmly say, ”You’ve eaten, rested, haven’t you remembered? The road to the Yellow Springs is far; you should set out early to avoid missing the hour of reincarnation.”

As Feng Lin’s words fell, a rich floral scent suddenly filled the room, the aroma of Manjushaka from outside.

With the scent, the middle-aged man’s eyes suddenly dazed for a moment, then cleared again. He remembered that he was already dead, he and his wife, the servants had actually died long ago.

He recalled that he and his wife, with their servants, went out to the temple to offer incense, encountering a landslide halfway. The earth and rocks slipping down from the mountain struck them right and no one survived.

After he, his wife, and the servants woke up, they couldn’t accept the fact that they were dead, so they forgot about it, obsessively thinking they were lost.

After that, they kept wandering in a place devoid of human habitation, shrouded in thick mist, constantly circling. Gradually, their minds became empty, thinking nothing, just knowing to keep walking.

In this way, they had no idea how long they wandered in the fog until today, when they saw a sea of fiery red flowers, and then, they saw the Yin Yang Inn.

At the moment they saw the Yin Yang Inn, their dull minds seemed to return to function, instinctively entering the inn, eating, asking for directions, yet were they really dead?

The middle-aged man’s expression fluctuated endlessly, suddenly shouting, ”No, I don’t believe it, I can’t die, how could I be dead!”

His demeanor was somewhat frenzied, instinctively denying the fact of his death, looking up at Feng Lin, gloomily pointing at him, ”You’re a liar, you’re a liar! I won’t believe you.”

After finishing his words, the middle-aged man turned and ran out of the Yin Yang Inn. Pei Shaosen frowned at the man’s retreating figure, ”He managed to reach the Yin Yang Inn, so he must be inclined towards reincarnation. Why is he running away now?”

Feng Lin shrugged, ”Why is it strange? Many people back out of agreed matters or decisions when the moment arrives.

Ghosts, being transformed from humans, naturally also have such bad habits. He arrived at the Yin Yang Inn, knows he’s heading to the Yellow Springs Underworld, got scared, regretted it, and backed out.

But it doesn’t matter; he can’t escape. Any ghost entering the Yin Yang Inn will be marked by the Yellow Springs. Unless they step into the Yellow Springs to reincarnate; otherwise, they’ll only wander around Yin Yang Inn.

The Yin Yang Inn is merely a transit point for ghosts entering the Yellow Springs. A brief stay is fine, but if they linger long-term without entering the Yellow Springs, they’ll be judged by the Underworld as disturbing Yin Yang.

Every ghost disturbing the Yin Yang will become prey for the Yin Yang Inn. If he doesn’t want to enter the Yellow Springs, the Wood Demon Manager will be delighted; he hasn’t had carnivorous food in a long time.”

As Feng Lin spoke, he licked his small canine teeth, looking excited, seemingly very much enjoying the idea of the middle-aged man being eaten by the Wood Demon.

Pei Shaosen glanced at Feng Lin’s expression and couldn’t help but shiver, automatically moving his foot, feeling uneasy, his heart fluttered.

What he was standing on was a demon that eats ghosts! It’s too terrifying! What if one day, it gets hungry and casually takes a bite out of him?!

Feng Lin hadn’t noticed Pei Shaosen was already frightened by his words. But the Wood Demon sensed Pei Shaosen’s fear, thought about it, and decided to appear to reassure the other party, clearly state he wouldn’t randomly eat ghosts.