It's another snowy day.
Two more tombstones have been added around Huanyun Mountain, one for cosplayer Guodong and the other for Dr. Chen, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor.
Chen Mohan held an umbrella over the tombstone, silently gripping the old jade pipe in her hand amidst the wind and snow.
“Grandpa didn’t like me practicing magic. He believed that I would lose my original heart on the path to becoming a strongman.”
Jiang Azi sighed while hiding under Yan Jiu's umbrella: "Hey, even the most poisonous magic will only have a positive effect in the hands of a good person. That's what Ajiu told me."
Chen Mohan's lips curled into a bitter smile: "The only reason he agreed was because he was afraid that I would be alone and unable to protect myself. My grandfather is such a good person, he deserves to enjoy his old age in peace."
Jiang Azi stroked her chin thoughtfully: "Well, I think I'm a good person, but I haven't gotten anything good out of it. But now I have Ajiu!"
Yan Jiu glanced at the ghost beside her; such words could easily lead to misunderstandings.
Furthermore, with Chen Mohan's novice level of ability, he couldn't even see or hear the spirits.
No amount of persuasion helped.
Yan Jiu turned to look at the system panel.
System panel: [Ding!]
Host task progress update detected.
I am Jelly: Followed, Reward: Points: 99, Lifespan: 100.
A doctor cannot heal himself: Followed, Reward: Points: 99, Lifespan: 100.
Current host's remaining points: 2230!
Current host's remaining lifespan: 6 years, 7 months, 9 days, 15 hours, 32 minutes, and 51 seconds.
△Note: There are 27/50 tasks remaining to unlock the "Gold Ingot". Please keep up the good work!
Yan Jiu flipped her phone over.
I glanced at the gold ingot on the shell.
Is it the gold ingot she understands?
System: [Host, these are gold ingots used for burning paper money in offerings; they're a good thing!]
Upon hearing this, I realized it wasn't true.
Yan Jiu was not in the mood.
Then I turned my gaze.
Chen Mohan left the umbrella with his grandfather.
After they came over.
Chen Mohan bowed, clasped his hands together in front of his abdomen, and performed a traditional Chinese greeting from bottom to top.
Yan Jiu understood: "Your grandfather is a kind man. He's already working in the underworld and making a living there. Don't get hung up on that."
Chen Mohan shook his head: "How can the road to guilt be without the instigator? I beg you, senior, for a solution."
Even knowing that his grandfather was a good man who would be rewarded, the two of them were ultimately destined to be separated by the divide between the living and the dead.
Even though his grandfather hadn't said anything beforehand, he still wanted his father to atone with his death; otherwise, he wouldn't be at peace.
The symbolic Taoist robe could not conceal the rot and filth covering the head of the Chen family. As a member of the Chen family, he should have removed the parasites from the Chen family and restored peace to the Xuanmen sect.
This may sound absurd and overconfident, but he will work hard for it.
Yan Jiu looked at the person thoughtfully.
As the eldest son of the Chen family head, Chen Mohan has every reason to personally eliminate the trouble caused by the Chen family head.
Yan Jiu's eyes narrowed: "Then, the national special agency welcomes you to join us."
Chen Mohan could not hide her shock.
Does such an organization exist?
When Chen Mohan saw Yan Jiu take out her chief consultant credentials, he was immediately tempted.
Over the years, he had heard more or less about the government taking action, but he never expected it to be like this.
If even Yan Jiu could be recruited, doesn't that mean the Heavenly Dao is also on the side of the Special Bureau?
While Chen Mohan was happy, he was also worried. With his qualifications, even with Yan Jiu's recommendation, he probably wouldn't be able to get in.
He clenched his fist.
He secretly resolved that if he couldn't get in the first time, he would try again. One day, he would succeed!
Then I heard it.
Yan Jiu took out his phone and dialed: "Hey, senior brother, I introduced you to a new employee, huh? Of course, it's a person. How much commission can you give me? None? You're lying, I don't believe you. I'll give you a chance to rephrase your words."
Yan Jiu, acting like a bully, said: "I know you're right, but let's not talk about logic for now. Just tell me if there's a commission!"
Chen Mohan: "..."
Jiang Azi looked completely unsurprised and said to Chen Mohan, "I thought you would become a member of our funeral home. What a pity. Does our funeral home have no connection with humans?"
Chen Mohan rubbed his arms.
He inexplicably felt that his left arm was colder than his right arm, and he had no idea that a red-clad ghost was standing to his left.
And not far from him.
An old man holding a foreign language book is showing off his newly learned words to the air.
Shuqin touched the rat-head cane and corrected the pronunciation: "This seems to be pronounced apple, my mountain god."
The mountain god blushed: "..."
Shuqin praised her like a child, saying, "That's already great. It took me two days to learn grammar back then."
The mountain god, who had been studying for a week, blushed even more.
The mountain god quickly changed the subject: "I didn't expect you to still be alive."
Shuqin has lived for over a thousand years.
Shuqin is one of the few people the mountain god knows; she can be considered a true ancestor of the Gray generation.
But things have changed.
The ancestor of the Gray Gate also lost his physical body.
Shu Qin smiled with relief: "Lord Heng has turned the tide, and the Three Realms will be reborn because of the curator."
She did not perish with the Demon Management Bureau.
It was her resentment that she felt.
That sense of defiance kept her spirit alive.
This has propelled her to where she is today, and she has been fortunate enough to witness the dawn before hope arrives.
The mountain god raised an eyebrow and said, "You believe her? No, you're planning to join the funeral home too?"
Shu Qin boasted to the Mountain God, "This is the uniform and name tag of a cremator at the funeral home. Lord Mountain God, if nothing unexpected happens, we'll be colleagues from now on."
The name tag was very ordinary.
The Ace of Hearts was embroidered on the sleeves of the work clothes.
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