[When the overseer reached Ye Yu and had just raised the whip, a powerful shove knocked him aside.]
[“Motherf—!”]
[The overseer started cursing on frame zero.]
[In this mine, some ghost actually had the guts to shove him? If he didn’t beat the fool’s soul to tatters today, then—]
[“Oh—Young Master Cong, why are you here? The environment down here is awful. Let’s go up and talk—upstairs, upstairs.”]
[Once the overseer saw it was Zhou Cong, his face turned fawning in an instant.]
[Even so, Zhou Cong didn’t give him any kindness.]
[He yanked the whip from the overseer, slammed it to the ground, and stomped it twice.]
[“What do you think you’re doing? You were going to hit my good friend? That’s way out of line!”]
[The overseer shot a playful look past Zhou Cong at Ye Yu.]
[Then he bowed and scraped.]
[“Sorry, Young Master Cong. I failed to recognize a towering figure. My apologies.”]
[With that, the overseer turned and left.]
[The surrounding miners scattered in a hurry. Without Zhou Cong to back them, they couldn’t afford to offend this plague god.]
[Ye Yu stood to the side, watching quietly, not saying a word.]
[Hands on hips and fuming, Zhou Cong only turned to Ye Yu after the overseer’s figure was completely gone.]
[“Little Ye, are you okay? Let’s go play now!”]
[Ye Yu arched a brow and said coldly, “Well, well—Young Master Cong, what kind of act is this? I’m already in this state and you’re still putting on a show. Is that really necessary?”]
[“Why are you calling me ‘Young Master Cong,’ too? I’m really not. And what ‘act,’ what ‘necessary’? I don’t understand at all!”]
[Zhou Cong lowered his head a little, eyes showing a touch of fear.]
[He didn’t understand the words themselves, but from Ye Yu’s expression he could tell Ye Yu was very angry.]
[That scared Zhou Cong.]
[Was his good friend mad because of him?]
[Ye Yu drew a deep breath and forced himself to stay calm.]
[He wanted to roar at Zhou Cong, but that would only make him a joke. So he stepped forward and said softly, “Zhou Cong, you tricked me into coming here—fine, that’s your win. What more do you want?”]
[“Little Ye, don’t talk to me like that—I’m scared. What trick? What win? I really don’t know. I just wanted to play with you every day. Really.”]
[Zhou Cong kept rubbing the hem of his clothes; his eyes reddened, on the verge of tears.]
[Seeing that, Ye Yu frowned.]
[What was this? The kid didn’t look like he was acting.]
[So was he a superb actor—or a split-mind case?]
[You’re the one who lured me here, and you’re the one about to cry.]
[What, you sell me off and I’m supposed to smile and say thanks?]
[That’s going too far.]
[Just then, a thin male ghost walked over, patted Zhou Cong’s shoulder, and said softly to Ye Yu, “You must be Ye Yu. Zhou Cong has told me more than once you’re his best friend.”]
[Ye Yu glanced at the ghost and said nothing.]
[The ghost went on, “I’m Wu Dingxuan. I was brought here by Zhou Cong, too. Strictly speaking, Zhou Cong doesn’t think of it as tricking anyone—he just listens to his uncle too much. His uncle tells him to bring people here to ‘enjoy blessings,’ and he naively brings them.”]
[“Then I was left here.”]
[“It’s been a hundred and thirty years. I’ve figured out a lot.”]
[“At first I was as angry as you. Later, I let it go.”]
[“The one at fault is Zhou Cong’s uncle, not Zhou Cong. What’s the point of getting mad at a fool?”]
[Wu Dingxuan’s voice was full of helpless resignation.]
[He even gave Zhou Cong’s shoulder a light pat.]
[Ye Yu’s expression turned complicated.]
[“You’re saying this whole thing is orchestrated by Zhou Cong’s uncle? Zhou Cong doesn’t even understand what he’s doing?”]
[Before Wu Dingxuan could answer, Zhou Cong blurted, “I’m not a fool—I know exactly what I’m doing! I brought you here to enjoy blessings!”]
[“Uncle said if you mine here for a thousand years, you can attain the Dao and ascend. I’m helping you!”]
[At that, Wu Dingxuan could only give a bitter smile.]
[Ye Yu covered his face with one hand, utterly exasperated.]
[Some “enjoying blessings,” indeed.]
[He had nothing to say to that.]
[Framed that way, it... almost made sense. After all, Zhou Cong really was a ‘big brain genius.’]
[Even so, getting scammed into a mine had made Ye Yu far more cautious.]
[He didn’t fully trust Wu Dingxuan or Zhou Cong.]
[He’d have to find a chance to verify it.]
[Soon, Wu Dingxuan didn’t linger. He turned back to work.]
[As an old hand at mining, he knew that if he didn’t hand in three hundred ore by morning, what awaited him was a beating.]
[Even asking Zhou Cong to block it wouldn’t help.]
[His uncle had plenty of ways to send Zhou Cong away.]
[Then the beating would only be worse.]
[You could say Wu Dingxuan had tried everything here—and failed every time.]
[Now he was numb, spirit dead.]
[Seeing Ye Yu’s expression ease a little, Zhou Cong again suggested taking him out to play.]
[At that, a glint flashed in Ye Yu’s eyes.]
[He remembered: Zhou Cong’s dream was to have a friend to play with in the new place.]
[If he kept him company, would that count as fulfilling the dream?]
[Whether it counted or not, Ye Yu would try.]
[This would be his last shot—success or bust.]
[He had no intention of becoming a real miner here.]
[So he agreed at once.]
[The two of them headed straight for the mine’s exit. Around them, the other ghosts watched Ye Yu with envy.]
[Over the years, Young Master Cong had brought plenty of people in, but Ye Yu was the only one he personally took out to play.]
[Maybe this kid would actually shake off his miner status!]
[The overseers guarding the ore gate were curious about Zhou Cong’s move.]
[But they didn’t forcibly stop him.]
[They all knew their Young Master Cong wasn’t very bright, and there was no talking sense into him.]
[Why waste saliva? Better to let him go.]
[As for Ye Yu—]
[He was new. When Young Master Cong brought him back, they’d have all the time in the world to teach the newcomer what “rules” meant.]
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