Chapter Two Hundred and Twelve The sun rose as usual the next day

"Can I finish this bowl of noodles?" Wu Haifeng pleaded as he looked at Fan Wujiu, understanding he couldn't escape, but still longing to finish his noodles.

"No, it's time for you to go to the Underworld, and living souls can't linger in the mortal world for long," Fan Wujiu said, shaking his head decisively, without a hint of flexibility.

"Please!" Wu Haifeng turned to Xie BiAn, who also shook his head.

"Let him finish it; after all, wasting food is a shameful act," Chen Ze couldn't help but interject, even though he didn't really want to interfere with Black and White Impermanence.

"..." Xie BiAn and Fan Wujiu exchanged glances.

"Since the shop owner has spoken, then you're permitted to finish that bowl of noodles," Xie BiAn sighed and then sat down next to Wu Haifeng, along with Fan Wujiu.

"Gentlemen, would you like to order something?" Betty approached, pouring a glass of lemon water for Black and White Impermanence.