When Situ Pojun received another call from Shang Lin, he thought he was in a hurry to get the four million back. But the kid's first words were, "I need to draw a talisman, but I don't have a suitable pen. Director Situ, could you lend me the pen you use to write contracts for a couple of days? I'll return it to you after I'm done, how about that?"
Situ Pojun already thought Shang Lin was very impressive for being able to refine pills, but he never expected him to be able to draw talismans as well. How old was he? How could he know so much? Moreover, both refining pills and drawing talismans are extremely taxing on spiritual energy. Could his frail body withstand that?
However, it was quite impressive that Shang Lin dared to set his sights on him. Unfortunately, Situ Pojun coldly replied with two words, "No way."
Although things turned out the way they expected, Shang Lin was still inevitably disappointed. However, Situ Pojun said, "Mine won't work, but I can give you another one. I just don't know if you can use it."
"What a great thing!" The listless Shang Lin immediately perked up. "I can give it a try."
"Okay, come pick it up tomorrow."
"Could you ask for leave for me too? I need to start making preparations."
"...Okay." How do you prepare in the middle of the night?
If Situ Pojun had asked this question directly, Shang Lin would have told him that the so-called preparation work involved first writing a list of items to be made, such as pills and talismans, and then writing down the items that needed to be purchased based on that list. This was no small matter and could not be overlooked in the slightest, otherwise it could be fatal at a crucial moment.
So by the time Shang Lin finished writing and repeatedly confirmed that everything was correct, it was already midnight, later than the time he usually finished his homework. But he couldn't rest immediately; instead, he took a picture with his phone and distributed it to everyone in the sect.
This will give them a heads-up so that I can buy everything in the shortest amount of time. Oh, this group doesn't include Ji Xiaoyao and Lü Yao; one is on vacation, and the other doesn't have a phone.
It's not that we don't want to buy it for Lü Yao, but he can't use it yet. Besides, in Lü Yao's eyes, there are only medicinal herbs and Shang Lin's blood. Now there's another one: "fertilizer" with a high degree of difficulty.
However, judging from the growth of the medicinal herbs in the Dragon Spirit Tower, Shang Lin felt that there was a big difference between having fertilizer and not having fertilizer. It was difficult, but so be it. Lü Yao was doing it for everyone's sake.
The next day, after breakfast, Shang Lin went to find Situ Pojun. He was eager to see what kind of pen he was using, and whether it was the legendary pen used by the judges of the underworld...
No, no, the underworld has reopened, such things won't leak out. Besides, with my current body, I probably couldn't even touch such a pen, let alone use it.
Okay, it's still usable. The main problem is that I can't have it, so I'm just trying to comfort myself like this to avoid developing inner demons due to resentment and greed.
When Shang Lin went to the private hospital this time, the main entrance had reopened, and it had actually become a high-end nursing home. Had Director Situ finally unlocked his full potential? His ways of making money were getting wider and more sophisticated; he was truly skilled at making money!
No wonder they gave me ten million so readily; I should have demanded a higher price. Sigh, but this is my only connection so far, so I still have to be careful.
However, the nursing home only has ten floors. Floors eleven to eighteen are office space, and a barrier has been set up so that ordinary people can't go up there, because the elevator only goes up to the tenth floor.
Shang Lin stood in the elevator, watching the red numbers on the floor display pause at 10, then quickly change to blue 11, 12, and so on up to 18. The elevator doors opened. Sure enough, professional tasks should be handled by professionals.
Situ Pojun didn't expect Shang Lin to arrive so early; he was drinking soy milk and eating fried dough sticks.
Shang Lin was slightly taken aback and subconsciously asked, "You can still eat normal human food, right?"
Situ Pojun quickly finished his breakfast, and while throwing the trash into the bin, he replied to Shang Lin, "Didn't I tell you yesterday that you have to act like a human being in the human realm? Why are you here so early?"
That being said, can an inanimate object like you eat food from the mortal realm? Won't you get an upset stomach? Or are you saying that working in the human world is pretty much the same as being a normal person?
However, Shang Lin wouldn't be foolish enough to ask directly. She simply said, "There are quite a few things I need to buy, so I want to save time. What did they say over there? When are we leaving?"
“They also need to make preparations in two days.” Situ Pojun first picked up his phone to transfer money to Shang Lin, then walked to the large clock, took out a rectangular box and placed it in front of him. “This is the vermilion pen used by the executioners thousands of years ago. Because it was too ominous, it has been kept here with me.”
Shang Lin stared intently at Situ Pojun. His previous thought about the pen used by the judges of the underworld was a bit narrow-minded. He could use that pen, but this one was not necessarily the case.
"You think I can handle such a fierce pen?!"
While speaking, Shang Lin showed Situ Pojun his forearm, which looked like a white-cut chicken. If it weren't for the fact that he was wearing a lot of winter clothes, he would definitely have shown him his entire arm.
Situ Pojun immediately laughed and said, "Don't underestimate yourself. You're different from ordinary people. Strength isn't determined by the thickness of your arms."
Shang Lin lowered his sleeves and said helplessly, "You think too highly of me."
"Don't underestimate yourself. If you can't do it, you still have Ji Xiaoyao by your side. He can help you sort it out, and then you'll be able to use it."
As Situ Pojun spoke, he reached out and opened the box, revealing an ugly pen. From any angle, no one would pick it up if it were thrown in the trash can. But the next second, a cloud of black mist rose from the pen, and it even let out a roar.
Shang Lin retreated instantly. "So fierce." It has already formed a spirit. What a good thing. He had just misspoke. If there is a spirit, you just need to tame it.
Situ Pojun immediately closed the box. He never expected that after so many years, the pen would actually develop a spirit. He was a little reluctant to give it away.
"...Since it's so fierce, it's indeed not suitable for you to use."
Shang Lin silently despised Situ Pojun in his heart, but said calmly, "Since that's the case, I'll go buy things. However, time is short, so I may not be able to prepare much for you. You'll still need to prepare some yourself."
Situ Pojun gritted his teeth. This kid was too vindictive. He had clearly said he couldn't use it, but when he saw the actual item, he went back on his word and immediately tried to take away his equipment. He was really troublesome.
Since both of them have changed their minds, it's best not to criticize each other.
Situ Pojun suddenly raised his hand and threw the box to Shang Lin, "I'll use this money to trade you for equipment, and give me back that million."
Shang Lin hurriedly reached out and caught it, "I won't pay you back. Anyway, it's an advance payment for my fee. You can just pay me one million less after this is over."
After saying that, he waved the pencil case again, "Thank you, but time is really tight, I can only do my best."
"……good."
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