Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Chapter 205: Chapter 118: Underworld Ghosts Don’t Celebrate Western Holidays

Lu Wenwu heard this, his face changed dramatically, and he quickly covered Black 985’s mouth, cold sweat streaming down his body.

“Bro, please don’t say anything more, I’m already drenched in sweat, if you keep talking, it’ll all be gone soon!”

“What what what? What do you mean it’ll all be gone? Although the old principal has already reincarnated, hasn’t the Underworld already undergone modernization reforms? Compared to before, it’s become much more ghost-friendly!”

Black 985 struggled to break free from Lu Wenwu’s grip and grumbled discontentedly.

“Besides, Xiaowu, let me tell you, Quan University is still my alma mater. Back then, I went there seeking knowledge for many years, and now I go back every year for the alumni meetings. Talking about it, I really miss those times…”

“It’s a pity that after the old principal completed the modernization reform of the Underworld, he rejected Emperor Dongyue’s invitation, had no intention of becoming a Yin Spirit to manage the Underworld, and instead used Merit to go through a special process and reincarnate, saying nothing could stop him.”

“That bold spirit! That vigorous demeanor! Tsk tsk tsk…”

“Speaking of my alma mater Quan University, it’s great everywhere, but the place is so auspicious, it’s too close to the Human World. Often ghosts with insufficient willpower get purified and transcend during their studies, occasionally causing trouble…”

Black 985 continued babbling nostalgically about his old principal and alma mater, reminiscing about his youthful days at Quan University.

Lu Wenwu was sweating profusely, afraid that Black 985 might mention some taboo topic, attracting the attention of indescribable powers that would instantly obliterate the entire Universe.

Bai Er Yi Yi sat down with a laptop, helping him fill out the exam application form and choose the departments of interest.

Bo’er Elephant keeper at the Demon Suppression Bureau.

Ghost Food chef at the Wangchuan Ghost Food Bureau’s food research department.

Asset manager at the Heaven and Earth Bank.

Bai Er Yi Yi filled out these positions with fewer tasks, more money, and great freedom for Lu Wenwu.

Of course, the most important Ghost Gate Security Bureau was also remembered.

This could not specify the position of interest in advance, it’s all internal interviews and additional testing after passing the exam, followed by distribution based on results and performance.

Quickly, a form was nearly completed.

Bai Er Yi Yi used the Underworld camera to take a four-inch black background ID photo without a hat of Lu Wenwu and uploaded it.

An excited heart, trembling hands.

Lu Wenwu took a deep breath, chose “Other” in the Race column, and in the blank space behind it, he filled in two big characters: Human.

Then, he submitted!

Black 985 was still babbling, nostalgically recounting his academic history.

Lu Wenwu and Bai Er Yi Yi sat in front of the computer, staring intently at the words “Under Review.”

Generally speaking, due to the physique issue of Underworld worker ghosts, coupled with their nonstop three-shift schedule, the review efficiency is incredibly high.

This kind of review, even if done by ghost workers, can yield results within seconds.

However…

This page seemed to be stuck.

No matter how Bai Er Yi Yi refreshed it, it only displayed the words “Under Review.”

Helplessly, both a human and a ghost had to wait.

They simply dragged along the still chattering Black 985 to the rooftop platform for a barbecue, drinks, and egg-filled pancakes.

Lu Wenwu and the others were enjoying their food and drink happily.

The Civil Service Bureau of the Underworld had already exploded over there.

Originally, everyone was just in this boring day, hitting the “Approved” button on regular application forms, complaining about not being able to rest on the Mid-Autumn Festival, which was too much.

Until an application form that selected “Other” in the Race column was uploaded.

The young ghost responsible for reviews rubbed his eyes and exclaimed, “Holy sh*t!”

All the attention of the entire review department was drawn over.

Supervisor Old Ghost quickly walked over and gave him a neck twist, discontentedly saying, “What the hell are you shouting? Can’t enjoy the Mid-Autumn Festival and you’re mourning in the office?”

“It’s not that, chief, look at this!”

The young ghost looked aggrieved, pointing at the computer screen, his face full of grievance.

Old Ghost dismissed it, “Isn’t it just an application form? What’s all the fuss about? Young ghosts just lack experience. Back then, I went to the Yellow Springs Country to exchange and learn with the Western Hell… Holy sh*t! What the hell is this?”

Don’t say.

You really shouldn’t say.

Old Ghost’s howl was even more compelling than the young ghost’s.

This shout immediately alarmed several departments next door.

Several department supervisors and a bunch of senior staff were now craning their necks outside the office wall, peering inside, all wanting to know what kind of disturbance was happening here.

If at this moment a living person came to take a look, they’d be scared senseless.

A row of heads hung on the wall looking in the same direction, eager beyond measure.

“Old Lu, what are you yelling about?” asked a ghost with a dark, green face.

Old Ghost, the supervisor of the review department, gave the curious crowd of ghost heads on the wall a blank look, his face pale: “This time, among the applicants for Ghost Messenger, oh no, Underworld civil servant, there’s a human.”

Old ghosts: “?????????”

What the hell?

Human!?

“How did he come down?” An old ghost found it incredible, “Is there really a living person who can descend to the Underworld? Even Celestial Masters couldn’t do that before, right?”

“Who knows?” Another old ghost squeezed half his body inside and shrugged, “Speaking of Old Lu, no matter how he got here, shouldn’t this application be sent back?”