Holding the placard, Lu Wenwu was a bit puzzled: "Well, I don't need to go for a check-up... no, I mean, I don't need to go for an inspection to verify anything?"
The ghost handling affairs waved his hand: "No need, you're special. The process is already completed, so you can just go directly. Of course, if you want to line up, it's up to you. By the time it's your turn in the process, it'll be the seventh day."
As the poem goes: On the seventh day, the dead linger in the Shadow's body, the flock like dust in numbers. Yet head to the King's shrine for the check, never have crossed the formidable ferry.
Lu Wenwu: "..."
That's somewhat unlucky, I'm not dead yet...
Lu Wenwu looked at the crowd of people, then at the empty waiting area with sofas, decisively choosing to take advice and enjoy a meal.
Just after he sat down for a moment, a ghost soldier dressed as an ancient general approached.
"It's your turn, come with me."
