Before Shang Lin could finish speaking, Old Man Chai pushed the door open and came in. Seeing that he was already up, he said, "You're up. Let's go after breakfast." He then placed the steamed buns and millet porridge he was carrying on the table.

Shang Lin glanced at the male ghost subconsciously, only to see him discreetly disappear. He was quite satisfied with this, and his initial reluctance to help wavered.

Because it happened in the middle of the night, the landlady couldn't say anything. She refunded Shang Lin and the others' deposit and watched them leave.

Shang Lin's mood remained heavy throughout the journey. While birth, aging, illness, and death are inevitable for everyone, it was still regrettable to die so young from illness. Thinking of the original owner of this body, who also passed away at a young age…

Logically, Shang Lin, who had lived for countless years, should have witnessed countless births, aging, sickness, and death, and should have hardened his heart and been less prone to emotional fluctuations. His current state is probably the result of being tormented by illness and barely surviving for the past three years in the mortal realm.

Shang Lin and Old Man Chai found a small hotel this time. Although the hotel was small, it had all the necessary facilities and the environment was quite nice. The only drawback was that they couldn't cook for themselves. Of course, it was still no problem to make noodles with hot water.

Because neither of them had rested well yesterday, and both were worried about each other's health, they decided to rest today and go out for a stroll after they were well-rested. After all, it's a big city, and there are places open even at night, especially night markets.

While Chai was catching up on sleep, Shang Lin was cultivating. He hadn't slept well in the middle of the night, but he slept soundly early in the morning. He wasn't sleepy at the moment, and his current cultivation was practically equivalent to rest.

However, before Shang Lin could even enter a meditative state, a blood-written letter suddenly appeared before him. He had an unbearable headache; he felt like he was being haunted by a ghost, and it seemed that if he didn't help the ghost fulfill its wish, the ordeal would never end.

Oh well, let's just consider it an act of kindness and good deeds.

But how could he tell Old Man Chai about this? He was worried about his safety outside because of his young age, so he basically followed him around all the time.

Just as Shang Lin was still trying to come up with a good solution, Old Man Chai woke up and turned on the TV. Coincidentally, the local news broadcast the story at noon.

A young man—well, now a male ghost—named Xing Tian, ​​twenty-four years old. He was a graduate student before taking a leave of absence due to illness. Last night, unable to bear the pain any longer, he jumped from the building…

His parents had some social standing, so there was quite a bit of media coverage about them. Shang Lin looked at Xing Tian in the shadows and went out with Old Man Chai. He decided to leave him alone to see his parents and relatives one last time.

As soon as Grandpa Chai and Shang Lin stepped out, they started looking for a restaurant. Of course, they looked for affordable small restaurants; Shang Lin didn't care as long as the food was clean and they could fill their stomachs.

Having grown accustomed to the bland, watery home-cooked meals in the village with Old Man Chai, she found it difficult to adjust to the strong flavors of the food outside, and soon developed an upset stomach.

Shang Lin couldn't help but sigh that the original owner's body was weak, so his plan to travel around and see the world had failed again, and he could only stay in the hotel to rest.

When Grandpa Chai went out to buy medicine, Xing Tian appeared again. Shang Lin looked at him with great confusion and asked, "Didn't you see the situation of your family? Why are you still here?"

Knowing that Shang Lin was not feeling well, Xing Tian kept his distance from him, saying, "It's not time yet. Little brother, why aren't you studying at such a young age? Middle school students don't have summer vacation yet."

Shang Lin didn't know how Xing Tian started chatting with him, but he still told the truth, "I have no money."

In truth, Shang Lin hadn't thought about studying at all. Instead, he was focused on nourishing his body, cultivating, and making money. After all, his knowledge was vast. Why waste time? Besides, he would eventually return to the cultivation world; rapid cultivation was the priority.

Xing Tian was utterly bewildered and even shocked. "No money for school, but money for fun?!"

Shang Lin never imagined that one day he would be weakly leaning against the headboard chatting with a ghost! But he still answered cooperatively, "I'm not out having fun, I'm looking for ways to make money."

Although Xing Tian didn't know exactly how poor Shang Lin was, he was a little anxious when he heard him say this, "What kind of way can you make money at such a young age? You'd be better off studying hard and becoming a top student, that's a faster way to make money. Back in my day, I received awards for my middle school and college entrance exams, and the amounts were quite considerable for ordinary people. Then you can get scholarships in college, and even a salary when you're doing postgraduate studies, and a doctorate..."

"Wait a minute," Shang Lin hurriedly interrupted Xing Tian, ​​"Can studying really make money?"

He knew nothing about the human world; he only heard from the villagers that going to school cost a lot of money, which was the main reason why so many teenagers in the village dropped out of school.

Xing Tian was momentarily deflated. "Of course, this only applies to top students."

After saying that, she looked at Shang Lin with some excitement, "But you are so talented, you can even see ghosts. You must be a top student. It's better than you wandering around outside at such a young age."

While Qingshang Lin deeply understands that being a minor is a significant drawback, the fact that minors can earn money while studying is a viable option. With her current earning power, completing junior and senior high school is entirely feasible.

Of course, there are also physical reasons. For example, today, after only eating a meal at a restaurant, this happened. What can I do to help in the future?

Just as Shang Lin was pondering, Xing Tian said again, "For ordinary people, the only way to get ahead is through education. Moreover, being in different circles allows you to meet different people, which is very beneficial for making money in the future."

Seeing that Shang Lin didn't react, Xing Tian continued, "At worst, you can study for a few more years and do whatever you want after you come of age."

Shang Lin nodded subconsciously, "What you said makes sense, but I've been recuperating from illness for the past few years and I don't know if I'll be able to continue my studies?"

Xing Tian was naturally unaware of Shang Lin's actual situation. Chatting with him now was merely a way to pass the time, though it also reflected his resentment at his untimely death.

After all, it's truly regrettable for a top student not to have finished their studies, so naturally they can't help but say a few words to those who don't study. But at this moment, Old Man Chai returned, and Xing Tian immediately disappeared without a trace.

After taking his medicine and sleeping for a while, Shang Lin finally recovered. The first thing he said was that he wanted to go back to the village the next day.

Old Man Chai was puzzled. "We haven't even looked around yet, why are we going back already?"

Shang Lin bluntly stated, "I don't want to watch anymore since things haven't gone smoothly from the start."

Old Man Chai thought about it and realized that on their first day there, they encountered someone jumping off a building in the middle of the night, and today Tie Dan had an upset stomach, which was indeed not a good day. So he nodded in agreement.

Worried about not being able to buy a train ticket back, Old Man Chai asked the hotel owner to help him buy one online. He even discussed it with the owner for a long time before finally cooking some porridge and boiling two eggs for Shang Lin.

After eating and drinking his fill, Shang Lin fell asleep immediately. His fragile body was truly a hindrance. Even though he had been cultivating for several months and felt much stronger, this ordeal had rendered him useless.

But……