Chapter 46: Retirement Day 46: I have a kind heart, but my IQ...

Sang Qiqi, who was pretending to be gentle but was hurt in the heart, suppressed the smile on her face and became expressionless.

He stared at Zhang Lin's pretending-to-be-calm face with his almond-shaped eyes for a long time, then decisively clenched his right hand into a fist and slammed it down on the gate of the First Hall next to him at a speed that no ghost could react to.

boom.

The gate shook, and the entire first hall seemed to shake with it.

Zhang Lin: “…”

Lin Yanluo in the distance: "..."

There was a few seconds of silence in the First Hall, and then Lin Yanluo roared in anger, unable to bear it any longer: "Sang Qiqi! The door is broken!!"

No matter how strong the door is, it cannot withstand such a punch. When the shaking stopped, several obvious cracks appeared where the wooden door touched the fist. Then the cracks began to radiate in all directions at an extremely fast speed, and the sound of crackling continued. In just a few seconds, the entire door exploded and turned into debris on the ground.

Zhang Lin: “…”

Lin Yanluo: “…”

Lin Yanluo wiped his haggard face with his hand, not even bothering to walk over and scold him. He just coldly said, "Clean it up, deduct points, and deduct wages."

Sang Qiqi: “…”

If she said she regretted it the moment she punched down, I wonder if Lin Yanluo would believe her. Never mind, she'd saved so many little ghosts anyway, and there were still two five-star reserve players in front of her, so she'd deduct points.

As for salary deductions, she hadn't spent all her gold pieces yet, and taking out a loan to work was no problem.

Sang Qiqi, who had figured it out instantly, patted Zhang Lin's stiff face. As he looked almost terrified, she pointed to the broom in the corner not far away and smiled like an elder. "Thank you for your hard work sweeping the floor."

Although he said the word "hard work", his expression actually gave off a threatening tone, as if "if you don't swipe, the next fist will be aimed at your face."

Zhang Lin: “…”

He had always been a perceptive child, with extremely quick reflexes. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to escape in time after Xie Fei threw him into the formation. Sang Qiqilu's attack made it abundantly clear to him that this seemingly fragile sister was even more formidable than the evil spirit struck by lightning!

Therefore, if this sister really wanted to kidnap him or beat him, he would have no ability to resist at all.

Zhang Lin obediently walked to the front and picked up the broom.

Yanyan nervously crossed her arms, looked at Zhang Lin, then cautiously glanced at Sang Qiqi. She was about to follow Zhang Lin like a little tail to help him with the dustpan, but just before she could move her foot, she saw the sister who had smashed the door with her fist pat the ground at her and asked, "Do you want to go see your parents again?"

The words 'Mom and Dad' made her stop immediately.

Yanyan was two years younger than Zhang Lin, but she was very well-behaved and sensible. She naturally knew that she was dead, and that the dead could never see their parents again. Therefore, this sister must be lying.

But, she is dead now, what good would it be for her sister to lie to her?

Yanyan couldn't understand, but Sang Qiqi saw her pouting lips and took her hand, pulling her to sit next to her. The two ghosts, one big and one small, sat carelessly on the ground. Sang Qiqi pulled a lollipop from her pocket and gave it to Yanyan. She then took out a handful of sunflower seeds and munched on them while saying, "Your mother is very sad about your accident. I don't think she's feeling well. I thought if you were willing to go see her, she might be happier."

Although Zhang Lin pretended to sweep the floor seriously, he caught a glimpse of Sang Qiqi handing a lollipop to Yanyan from the corner of his eye. He thought to himself that it was no wonder that he had doubts about Sang Qiqi's identity, because her behavior was really like that of a kidnapper.

He had a childhood friend named Haozi, who was nearly kidnapped by a kidnapper with a lollipop. Fortunately, Haozi's family was well-off, and his parents loved to feed him various supplements, so the child, who was only a few years old, was as strong as a stone pillar.

After eating the kidnapper's lollipop and becoming drug-impaired, the kidnapper put the bag in her body and carried it away. However, the bag was so heavy that the kidnapper gasped for breath. In the end, she could not carry it anymore. In addition, some passing villagers looked at her with suspicion. She did not dare to stay any longer and simply left the bag behind and ran away.

Zhang Lin was muttering to himself, when he suddenly heard Sang Qiqi mention Yanyan's parents. He subconsciously pricked up his ears and tried to listen clearly.

Unknowingly, the person was approaching Sang Qiqi.

Sang Qiqi looked at the brat who was clearly not focusing on sweeping the floor and was about to shove the broom into her face: "...Are you sweeping me like I'm garbage?"

The tense voice carried a threatening tone of "Do you really deserve a beating, little brat?" Zhang Lin came to his senses, saw the distance between his broom and Sang Qiqi, and suddenly jumped back a step.

Sang Qiqi: “…”

She snorted and hooked her finger at the other person: "Okay, let's scan it later. Come and listen too."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lin immediately dropped his broom and came to sit cross-legged on Sang Qiqi's left side. The two children sat beside Sang Qiqi like guardians, listening to her talk about what happened in the mortal world.

"There was a very beautiful, elegant older sister named Cheng Heyi. She accepted your parents' request and fished out your bodies from the reservoir and returned them to your home. You—"

She pointed at Zhang Lin and said, "I don't know much about your family's situation yet. I'll ask for you later."

Then he pointed at Yanyan and said, "Baby, your parents are holding a funeral for you. They have invited a very famous Taoist priest to perform a ritual for you. They hope that you can live in peace in your next life. So if you want, you can go and see your parents in your dreams."

Yanyan didn't say a word.

But when Sang Qiqi mentioned visiting her parents in their dreams, Yanyan's face was filled with longing.

"Is this called a dream?"

Zhang Lin's voice suddenly rang out in her left ear. Sang Qiqi turned to look at him, a little surprised: "You even know how to send messages in dreams?"

Zhang Lin thought to himself that although he was young, he knew a lot.

He said, "My grandfather appeared in my dream before. He said that my father was an unfilial son. He had been dead for so many years and my father had not burned money for him. So he came to me and hoped that I could be more filial and burn some money for him to spend."

Sang Qiqi raised her eyebrows.

Zhang Lin saw that she wanted to continue listening, so he continued, "But my father spends 30 billion on him every year."

So when his son dreamed that his father scolded him for being an unfilial son in front of his son, his father was very angry and burned another 300 billion in anger. However, this did not prevent his grandfather from coming to his dream the next night to scold others, even scold him.

During the period that followed, his family visited several funeral homes and bought countless amounts of paper money for the dead. Finally, half a month later, his grandfather said to him: I feel so comforted.

Sang Qiqi clicked her tongue repeatedly when she heard this.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Lin’s grandfather was also a victim of counterfeit and shoddy funeral products. It seems that she needs to speed up the development of her funeral group and open chain stores all over the country as soon as possible.

Sang Qiqi's attention was diverted, and she asked curiously, "What did the funeral home you ended up looking like?"

Although Zhang Lin was a little curious about why Sang Qiqi asked this question, he didn't ask and just answered obediently, "It's a very old and shabby shop. My dad didn't want to go in at first. The owner is an old man who looks older than my late grandfather. My dad mentioned the dream my grandfather had appeared in. He said that because the ghost money was not authentic, my grandfather couldn't receive it."

Sang Qiqi nodded.

It seems that he is an old man with some abilities.

The topic returned to the dream, and Sang Qiqi asked them, "So, what do you two think? Do you want to see your parents in their dreams?"

"I, I want to go!" Yanyan raised her hand.

When Sang Qiqi mentioned her parents earlier, she was already very tempted. But Zhang Lin's words of "getting close" and "staying away from us" were still lingering in her mind, so she held back when faced with this beautiful sister's suggestion.

And now, after listening to the dream and realizing that the sister in front of her could really help her see her parents again, she finally couldn't help it.

Noticing the little girl's eyes becoming moist at the thought of her parents, Sang Qiqi patted her head and quickly agreed: "Okay, I'll take you to meet your parents later. What about you?"

Zhang Lin looked at her and muttered, "Didn't you say you didn't understand my family's situation?"

Sang Qiqi: "...Are you going to ask for help or not?"

Zhang Lin nodded obediently: "Trust."

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After successfully finding the two little ghosts and agreeing on the dream mission, Sang Qiqi's mood became particularly good. Even when Lin Yanluo stopped her on the way and asked her to pay for the replacement fee of the damaged gate, she paid the money very quickly without any hesitation.

"It's a rare visit to the underworld, so I'll tell you about your shop." Sang Qiqi's problem had been resolved, but there were still many little ghosts in the main hall. Lin Yanluo followed Sang Qiqi out without hesitation. "A lot of little ghosts have joined the paper-making department, and their current productivity is definitely comparable to the sales power of your one-stop funeral service. But we're still looking for the jade you requested."

Sang Qiqi, who almost didn't understand the word "Bi", said: "..."

She touched her nose and said, "Then take your time. At worst, I can find a kid to do the packing work for me secretly."

But a perfect match cannot be decided lightly!

She thought for a moment and added, "By the way, if you find this jade, remember to tell the other party that although we are all employees of the underworld, I run the funeral service, and they must obey me in everything."

"knew."

"Okay, I'll take these two and go first."

He led Zhang Lin and Yanyan through the gates of hell and back to the human world. Sang Qiqi and the other two went to Yanyan's home first. Without Taiwei Sanren to perform the ritual, the funeral became very quiet. The people keeping vigil folded gold ingots with sad faces. When Sang Qiqi got closer, she heard their muffled conversation: "Yanyan's mother fainted again. What should we do?"

"Yan Yan is gone, taking her mother's spirit with her. Oh, I think there must be something dirty in this reservoir, otherwise how could such a good girl like Yan Yan be in trouble! Tomorrow we will go find that Taoist priest Tai Wei and see if he can help perform a ritual to drive out the dirt in the reservoir!"

"That's true. Otherwise, besides Yanyan, there must be other children who would get into trouble."

After hearing a few words, Sang Qiqi turned to look at Yanyan. Ever since she'd met the little girl, she'd noticed she wasn't very talkative. She didn't know if it was her natural personality or if it was the aftermath of the drowning incident. Even so, hearing the whispered conversation of the grandparents, she was so anxious she called out, "Sister."

Sang Qiqi knew that it was a good opportunity to fall asleep while Yanyan's mother was unconscious, so she did not hesitate and immediately took Yanyan to the room on the second floor.

Yanyan's uncle and aunt were guarding the mourning hall, while Yanyan's father was guarding her mother.

Silent silence spread in the bedroom, with only the occasional suppressed sobs of the middle-aged man.

Yanyan went forward and wanted to touch her father's cheek, but the feeling of being pricked by the rough beard in her palms did not appear. Her hand passed through her father's face and touched nothing.

"Go find mom first." Sang Qiqi reminded.

Yanyan lowered her head, tears fell down, and she uttered a vague "hmm".

The little girl's figure quickly disappeared from the spot. Sang Qiqi pulled Zhang Lin into a corner of Yanyan's mother's dream. Yanyan's mother's dream was a gloomy gray, with no bright colors at all. Under the gray sky, a drizzle of rain fell. The rain poured down from above, soaking her hair, face, and clothes. But she seemed completely unaware and just walked forward in a daze.

Crash.

A black car sped past, its tires hitting the ground and splashing water, which splashed all over the woman.

She still didn't notice.

Yanyan stood on the other side of the road, her eyes wide open at the sight of her mother's distraught state. She was so anxious she was on the verge of tears. But the traffic was surging, one car after another, completely blocking her path to the other side. She had no choice but to grit her teeth and wait. But at that moment, Yanyan's mother, who had been walking along the road, suddenly changed direction and, without warning, headed towards the center of the street.

Yanyan's pupils widened instantly.

As the car was roaring towards Yanyan's mother, a hand suddenly pulled her back to the side of the road.

Yanyan's mother turned around hesitantly and saw a bright and clean face.

She remembered this girl; it seemed she had come with the corpse-recoverer. They had searched the reservoir for Yanyan for a long time before finally retrieving her. Later, she had brought the Taoist priest from Liuyun Temple to perform a ritual for Yanyan, hoping for a peaceful afterlife.

Yanyan's mother wanted to thank Sang Qiqi, but she hadn't spoken for a long time and her throat was so dry that she couldn't utter a word.

At this moment, something touched the back of her head. She turned her head and saw that it was a swaying umbrella. The umbrella was pink with a few white and yellow flowers painted on it.

This umbrella... looks so familiar. She also bought it for Yanyan.

The moment this thought came to mind, the pink flower umbrella finally reached Yanyan's mother's head with great difficulty. At the same time, Yanyan's pretty little face was exposed to her eyes. She tried to force out a smile as usual and said softly, "Mom, it's raining. Don't get wet. You'll catch a cold. I'll hold the umbrella for you."

The moment she saw Yanyan, the woman's already dull thoughts came to a complete halt.

She stared blankly at the little girl in front of her, tears streaming down her face.

Yanyan's eyes were red, she wanted to cry, but she was strong enough to hold it back. She stood on tiptoe and stretched out her arms, moving the umbrella towards her mother: "Mom, don't cry, Yanyan is here, Yanyan will be safe in the future, don't cry, if you cry, Yanyan will want to cry too."

Hearing her daughter's soft voice again, Yanyan's mother completely broke down.

She suddenly put her arms around her daughter's shoulders, pressed her into her arms, and cried loudly, "I'm sorry, baby. It's my fault. I should have gone with you when you went to pick mushrooms! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

"It's not mom's fault, it's the bad guy's fault. My sister has already caught the bad guy."

Across the blurry rain, Yanyan saw Sang Qiqi gesturing at her.

Sang Qiqi looked at the scene of the mother-daughter reunion, put her arm on the shoulder of the young boy beside her, and raised an eyebrow: "You're not going to cry too, are you?"

Zhang Lin: “…”

He wiped his eyes and retorted with a stern face: "It was raining too hard, and it dripped down my face."

Sang Qiqi said "oh" and pointed at his red eyes: "So this color is from the rain?"

Zhang Lin: “…”

Why is this happening? Is it fun to expose him?!

Zhang Lin muttered to himself and was about to bite the bullet and say "yes" when Sang Qiqi took the initiative to change the subject: "Let's go, let them spend the reunion time together. We'll go find your parents. They're probably asleep by now, so it'll be convenient for you to fall asleep."

Taking Zhang Lin out of Yanyan's mother's dream, the two rushed to Zhang Lin's home.

The two villages weren't far apart, only about ten minutes' drive away, but the two ghosts were floating, making them even faster. Much like Wuyan Village, the village was silent at night, all the lights off, with only the occasional barking of dogs and cats bringing a touch of life.

Zhang Lin took Sang Qiqi home and asked as they walked, "Will you dream with me later?"

Seeing his shy look, Sang Qiqi chuckled inwardly and said deliberately, "Yeah, otherwise what if you secretly reveal the secrets of our underworld?"

Zhang Lin retorted: "I won't tell you!"

Sang Qiqi: "I don't believe it."

Zhang Lin: “…”

Unable to convince Sang Qiqi, Zhang Lin could only turn his face away, hanging his head in silence. This suffocating look actually made Sang Qiqi feel quite happy. Brat, she was a master at holding grudges. You want to get away with provoking her? No way.

Zhang Lin's house was a two-story building with a small courtyard in front. Vegetables and fruits were planted there, and the trellises were full of cucumbers, showing that the person who grew them was quite skilled. Beside the vegetable garden lay a large black dog, sprawled out and asleep. When the two ghosts passed by, the dog seemed to notice them, but it only twitched its nose and fell back into a deeper sleep two seconds later.

Sang Qiqi: “…”

Although she didn't say anything, Zhang Lin understood her expression and explained, "He's old, about my age. When he was young, he was very majestic. He was the dog king of our village. When he howled, several dogs would follow him. Once, a thief broke into my house and stole money. He ran away, but my dog ​​Dahei caught him and brought him back. It was all over our local news."

After talking about the dog, the two also came to the second floor.

Originally, both Sang Qiqi and Zhang Lin thought that Zhang's parents had already fallen asleep, but that was not the case.

Although the lights in the bedroom were off, the conversation between the two could still be heard clearly.

"Lao Zhang, I can't sleep. I heard a few days ago that a girl fell into the water in Wuyan Village. The more I think about it, the more strange it seems. Is there something wrong with the reservoir?"

Zhang Lin's father placed his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling, and sighed, "If there was nothing wrong, how could our son, who was such a good swimmer, disappear for no apparent reason? Oh, by the way, there's something I didn't tell you because I was afraid you'd be angry."

Zhang Lin's mother turned around and asked with a frown, "What's the matter?"

Zhang Lin's father said: "I thought there must be something wrong with the reservoir. I happened to see a few Taoist priests on a short video platform, so I made an appointment with them to come here and see what was going on with the reservoir."

Zhang Lin's mother: "Isn't that great?"

Although their child is gone, if there is really a problem with the reservoir, they will find someone to help solve it, and no children will have accidents in the future.

This is a good thing to do to accumulate virtue!

Zhang Lin's father also thought this was a good thing, but...

He hesitated for a few seconds and chose the latter between being beaten and telling the truth: "They took my money and blocked me."

Zhang Lin’s mother: “…………”

A slap in the dark managed to land on Zhang Lin's father's face. He had a look of 'as expected,' then he touched his face and muttered, "I saw their profiles were verified and they had a lot of fans. Who knew they were all scammers?"

It’s not a big deal whether it’s money or not, but he really lost all his face.

In the corner.

Zhang Lin heard his parents' conversation: "..."

He has a kind heart, but his IQ is unknown.

He muttered to himself about his father for a while, then huddled up next to Sang Qiqi and asked, "Now can we just wait for them to fall asleep?"

Sang Qiqi thought about it and said honestly, "You can also wait for me to knock them out."

Zhang Lin: “?!”

He thought about how Sang Qiqi's fist could break down a door that big, and immediately shook his head like a rattle: "I just want my parents to fall asleep, not to die with me."

Sang Qiqi: "...How can you say that? I can just chop it gently."

Zhang Lin didn't believe a word of it.

He would rather stay here and squat until his feet were numb than let Sang Qiqi chop his parents on the back of the neck.

Fortunately, his parents finally decided to go to bed after talking about how they had been scammed by the Taoist priest. Zhang Lin asked Sang Qiqi again, "Is the reservoir okay now?"

Zhang Lin breathed a sigh of relief after receiving Sang Qiqi's nod. When he entered his parents' dream later, he would quickly tell them that they didn't need to look for a Taoist priest anymore. There were so many scammers out there now. If his father got cheated once, he would be cheated a second and third time.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a force on his back.

Before he could turn his head, the scene around him had changed drastically.

He looked around and discovered that this was actually the reservoir! His parents were standing by the reservoir, staring at an elderly Taoist priest in a black and gold robe, looking very old and with an air of immortality. He was shaking out strange powders while mumbling something and shouting nonsense. He then shot a peach wood sword at the surface of the reservoir and shouted, "Break!"

The lake was as quiet as a chicken.

A few seconds later, the old Taoist priest retracted the peach wood sword tied with a rope and bowed to Zhang Lin's parents: "I have completed the ritual. I guarantee that there are no evil spirits haunting this reservoir. You can rest assured now."

Zhang Lin's parents smiled happily and agreed immediately.

But Zhang Lin couldn't laugh.

He was deceived in reality and deceived in dreams. Whose IQ did he inherit from his parents?