Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Dispel the Evil Spirit (11)
Mr. Jhiang worked in real estate, and his company had planned a commercial building project. However, during the demolition phase, they encountered trouble.

The local residents demanded sky-high prices, and Mr. Jhiang thought up numerous solutions, yet there were still a few families that hadn’t moved out.

That female ghost was the daughter of one of those families.

Mr. Jhiang claimed she died from a fall, and it had nothing to do with him.

“The incident was reported in the news, it really has nothing to do with me, why does she have to haunt me?” Mr. Jhiang was both scared and angry.

Senior Brother Changbian checked the news.

There was a photo of the girl in the news, dressed in a school uniform, at the prime of her life, radiating the charm of youth.

“Mr. Jhiang, I hope you’re not lying to me, this concerns your life,” Senior Brother Changbian solemnly warned.

“I’m telling the truth…”

Xia Han turned his head to look at Chuzheng, he parted his lips and in an extremely soft voice asked, “Little Beauty, do you believe him?”

“What’s it to me?”

“Aren’t you curious about the truth?”

“Not curious.” What’s there to be curious about in such a melodramatic plot.

You reap what you sow.

Xia Han turned his head away, disappointed.

“As long as you can catch this ghost, I’ll add an extra million… no, two million!”

For his own life, Mr. Jhiang was quite willing to part with his money.

Senior Brother Changbian looked around Mr. Jhiang’s house, while Xia Han stayed in the living room without moving, and Chuzheng stood beside him.

“Little Beauty, what do you think, will the female ghost show up?”

“If someone wants to hit you, would you show up to be hit?” Chuzheng simply expressed her point of view.

In any case, she wouldn’t.

She would hide, waiting for this group of people to grow impatient and leave, then come back for revenge.

Preserving your strength is the smart person’s choice.

Fighting to the death is something done by those with nothing left to lose.

“That’s true,” Xia Han scratched his head, his beautiful eyes blinking, “Little Beauty, you really are beautiful.”

Chuzheng: “…”

Why compliment her looks again?

Although she was beautiful, what did that have to do with their current conversation?

Did the Good Person Card have a problem with his brain?

Chuzheng considered whether to take the Good Person Card to see a doctor.

Meanwhile, Senior Brother Changbian had finished looking around and, accompanied by Mr. Jhiang, returned to the living room.

They were going to stay there temporarily, Mr. Jhiang arranged their rooms, and when only Senior Brother Changbian and Xia Han were left, Senior Brother Changbian said to Xia Han, “Junior Brother, keep an eye out and immediately tell me if you spot the female ghost.”

Xia Han nodded.

“He’s using you.”

Xia Han closed the door, turned back with a shallow smile, “I know.”

“Aren’t you angry?” To be used and still smile, he truly was a fool.

“Little Beauty, this is all I’m worth,” Xia Han said with a slightly melancholy smile, “I’ve been attracting ghosts since I was a child. If it weren’t for Taokong Mountain, I likely would have been torn to shreds by those ghosts long ago.”

Xia Han lowered his head, his hair soft and seemingly lustrous.

Chuzheng, unable to resist the urge, really wanted to touch… really wanted to touch.

She drifted over, reaching out a ‘demonic claw’…

A chill approached from afar, the icy hand landing on Xia Han’s head.

“I’ve got your back from now on.”

Xia Han looked up, his brows tinged with a smile, “Little Beauty’s so kind to me, I have no way to repay you, perhaps I should offer myself to you instead.”

“Humans and ghosts tread different paths,” Chuzheng said earnestly, continuing to tousle his hair a few more times.

“Then I’ll just have to die,” Xia Han said, “Anyway, there’s no one in this world I care about. Dying would let me be with Little Beauty.”

“You’re broke.”

“…” Can we not bring that up? He’ll get rich!

“Little Beauty, it’s really cold,” Xia Han shivered, “You’ve made my hair all messy.”

Xia Han looked at Chuzheng with an innocent expression, the meaning was clear, how much longer did she plan to keep touching.

With a serious face, Chuzheng thought, ‘I’ve got your back, what’s wrong with touching your hair?’

Xia Han tried to save his own hair, “A boy’s hair can’t just be touched by anyone, do you want to take responsibility for me, Little Beauty?”

Chuzheng: “…”

Just touching it means I have to take responsibility? Is it that scary?

Chuzheng sheepishly withdrew her hand.

–

In the next two days, Senior Brother Changbian did not see the female ghost, but Mr. Jhiang kept saying that something felt off at night, as if something was watching him.

Senior Brother Changbian stayed with Mr. Jhiang for an entire night, and though he saw nothing, Mr. Jhiang still had the same feeling.

Mr. Jhiang was ranting that the female ghost was right here, almost losing his sanity.

[Main mission: Please spend fifty million within three hours.]

[Sister, time to do the mission!]

[Sister, your mission has been delivered!]

[Sister, wake up, there’s not much time left, not much…]

So annoying.

Annoying…

So annoying!

Chuzheng covered her ears with her hands, trying to block out the voice of the King’s Account, but it kept repeating like a broken record by her ear.

Chuzheng bolted upright from the couch.

Bastard, you damn thing!

[…] Why does sister have to curse it twice? It’s also innocent.

Sunlight was hitting the windowsill, slowly pushing its way into the room.

The youth on the bed was bathed in sunlight, the soft hair partly hidden under the covers, with the part that showed up gleaming with a pale gold in the sun.

Chuzheng shifted her gaze and rubbed the center of her forehead.

How much to spend?

[Fifty million, Sister.] Be gentle and considerate with Sister.

Joss Paper?

[It’s in Renminbi, Sister.] Be warm and friendly to Sister.

“…”

Chuzheng expressed the desire to be alone—why should a ghost like her be spending Renminbi? Was cross-species consumption really okay?

Seeing that Xia Han hadn’t woken up, Chuzheng floated out of the room, ready to go on a spending spree.

As she passed the living room, she glanced at Senior Brother Changbian sitting there, holding his phone and talking to someone.

“I think this ghost is quite unusual. You need to deliver the item to me by this afternoon.”

“No problem, would you like to see something else? We have developed a few new items recently that are very effective against evil ghosts.”

“Let’s talk about it later.”

As Chuzheng floated over, Senior Brother Changbian had just hung up the phone. The APP page displayed on the phone showed something like a shopping service.

But the items on it were clearly not ordinary items.

Level 4 Ghost Fire Wheel

Level 3 Ghost Hammer

Level 5…

These are for dealing with ghosts?

Ghosts in this world were much more tech-savvy than she had imagined, and it seemed entirely natural for there to be an app specifically for selling these items.

Truly terrifying.

Chuzheng noticed the name of the app was ‘Gold Pointing Pavilion.’

Does it mean turning stone into gold?

Chuzheng did a search but found nothing.

It might be an internal circulation app.

Chuzheng tried to transfer the app from Senior Brother Changbian’s phone to hers, but registration required an invitation code.

Chuzheng: “…”

Why is it so troublesome!!

Chuzheng managed to log in after much effort and discovered that what she could buy, the quantity, and the level were correlated.

Chuzheng: “…”

Which bastard designed this!!

Eventually, Chuzheng found out she could recharge money to upgrade levels, so she directly dumped ten million into her account.

The items she couldn’t buy before started unlocking, biubiu.

Without even looking, Chuzheng frantically clicked away, adding items to the shopping cart, and checked out with one click.