the next day.
After washing up, Wu Yue and Yan Chiyu went downstairs together and met up with Bao Xinbao and the others who were having breakfast.
Upon seeing the two of them, Bao Xinbao and Uncle Min exchanged knowing smiles, their eyes conveying a deeper meaning.
After casually grabbing some food and sitting down, Yan Chiyu asked indifferently, "What happened to that male ghost last night?"
Wu Yue drank her soy milk with added sugar, silently listening intently.
"Two hundred years ago, this was a residential building. The male ghost was fifteen years old at the time. The building collapsed in an earthquake, killing many people, including him. It seems to be some kind of trapping formation that trapped him here, preventing him from getting out and reincarnating."
Bao Xinbao took a bite of the fried dough stick, his thin lips greasy: "We're comrades who've watched sports movies together, so last night I opened a little ghost gate in my room and sent him to be reincarnated."
Yan Chiyu clearly felt Wu Yue beside him breathe a sigh of relief, and he smiled subtly. Two seconds later, he spoke, his voice lazy and cold, tinged with suspicion: "You would be so kind as to open the gates of hell for him?"
Opening the gates of hell not only tests a person's skills, but also their reaction time and speed. Once the gates are opened, if they are not closed in time, other ghosts will pour out of the underworld, causing chaos in the human world.
"He left me some treasures he'd acquired at the ghost market; they were old and of decent quality." Bao Xinbao was a shrewd merchant; aside from Yan Chiyu, he'd never been taken advantage of by anyone else. And no one could ever get a good deal from him.
Recalling the pleasant experience of last night, Bao Xinbao chuckled again: "Besides the treasure, he also told me all night about the gossip and half-true rumors about Wucheng. There are too many people here, I'll tell you more on the bus later."
After breakfast, the three waited at the hotel entrance while Uncle Min went to the basement to retrieve his car.
A few minutes later, the group headed to the highlight of their trip to Wucheng—the venue for the celebration, Fengshen Square.
Yan Chiyu took a bag of snacks from the back seat and gave it to Wu Yue.
Wu Yue took out a bag of melon seeds, gave some to each person, and prepared to listen to the story.
[True casual observers]
[I've got my little stool ready, I want to hear too!]
"Speaking of that male ghost, his name was Zheng Shaorong. Back then, he was the son of the village chief in town. He was a celebrity in his class when he was in school, and many girls confessed their love to him, but he didn't accept any of them. According to him, this was the thing he regretted the most... otherwise he wouldn't have remained a virgin all this time."
Wu Yue quickly said, "Get to the point. I want to hear the rumors about Wucheng. If you tell them well, I'll give you a 50-cent reward."
"Pfft." Yan Chiyu chuckled softly.
Bao Xinbao felt insulted. "Miss Wuyue, I own many businesses and I can make money every day without having to work. Do you think a handsome tycoon like me would be short of your five cents?"
Wu Yue straightened her expression and said, "What's wrong with 50 cents? Do you look down on 50 cents? You can buy a bag of spicy strips with 50 cents. A dollar, ten dollars, fifty dollars, which dollar isn't made up of 50 cents?"
"Hahaha..." Uncle Min couldn't help but chime in. Miss Wu Yue really dares to speak her mind.
Yan Chiyu: "That's right. I agree."
[Yan Chiyu: My wife is always right]
[Yan Chiyu: You're right to say Bao Xinbao is a pig.]
[Hahaha, I like steamed buns, I'm all for them! They're pretty cool!]
Bao Xinbao coughed twice. "Alright, alright, let's get down to business."
"Zheng Shaorong told me about the Wind God, the deity worshipped by everyone in Wucheng, named Huo Zijin. There's a reason he became the 'Wind God.' More than ten years ago, an old woman who cared for him knew some witchcraft and incantations. When she saw Huo Zijin die young, she couldn't bear it and searched through various ancient books to find a way. She used the fortunes of the entire village to reshape Huo Zijin's spirit..."
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