Chapter 412 An Egg
Zhu Chuideng did not answer. The porridge was too thin, so he simply picked up the bowl and drank it. There was no change in his expression, making it hard to tell whether he really had a treasure hidden.
Ye Xiaoman didn't say anything either.
She was thinking that Jing Zhui must have lived a reckless life since childhood and had no idea about the ways of the world.
The power is so strong that it reaches the ceiling level. Just take what you like.
So if he wants something, he doesn't have to rack his brains to get it. He just needs to reach out and ask for it. If he can't get it, he will just snatch it away. If he still can't snatch it away, the people below will do their best to help him.
My goodness, the biggest setback in his life couldn’t be that he failed to destroy the world and was sealed.
I really envy the strong.
Zhu Chuideng's bowl landed on the table with a thud, "We don't have any treasures at home."
Jing Zhui was displeased.
Ye Xiaoman was not at all surprised by Zhu Chuideng's answer.
A relative who had never treated Zhu Chuideng well since childhood asked Zhu Chuideng to take out his private money to share. Would he be willing? No matter whether he had any or not, he would definitely refuse unless he was stupid.
Jing Zhui said firmly, "If you don't take it out, we won't split the family."
Ye Xiaoman looked at her boss in surprise, who was rarely embarrassed. She thought that according to the tradition of the demon clan, there would at least be a scene of severe torture.
It seems that there is a telepathic connection between the ghost master in the "memory" and the ghost master. When the memory is threatened, the ghost master will immediately appear.
Considering Jing Zhui's constant emphasis on finishing everything before the Ghost Lord discovered him, it was highly likely that Jing Zhui's remaining soul couldn't defeat the Ghost Lord, so he could only quietly, gently, and indirectly coax what he wanted from the memory.
Perhaps this "treasure" is something very extraordinary. Jing Zhui could have directly used the ghost master's memory to exchange for his head, but he chose to make things more complicated, so he was so compromising and even risked his life.
What is this "treasure"? It's worth more than the devil's own head.
——What she meant was, she really couldn't have it.
Ye Xiaoman's curiosity was aroused. She observed the interaction between the two big men, and her mind was constantly calculating.
Zhu Chuideng spread her legs, swinging one leg casually, and smiled at Jing Zhui, "I just want to take back my father's fifty acres of land. I don't want anything else. My uncle has a lot of land in his name, more than he can cultivate. Why bother me?"
Jing Zhui's arm went around Ye Xiaoman's belly and rested on her waist. He gestured for Zhu Chuideng to look at the person in his arms.
"If you can't finish farming the land, you can rent it out or sell it."
"As you can see, my old tree has blossomed and I have a new bride."
Jing Zhui looked at Ye Xiaoman who was slurping her porridge.
He asked her to do the task, but she ate it.
Jing Zhui explained to Zhu Chuideng the pressure he faced in supporting his family.
"I was seduced by her beauty, but when I welcomed her into my home, I discovered she was a lazy woman, greedy, lazy, and lazy."
Ye Xiaoman: "..." Is it necessary for me to eat a few more grains of your rice?
Jing Zhui said, "Uncle, I'm really short of money."
Zhu Chuideng had nothing to say.
My uncle bribed the elders of the clan and transferred all the land to his own name.
A farmer who lost the land on which he lived had no way out. The world was in chaos, and if he left his homeland, seeking refuge, he would have no choice but to sell himself as a slave to the monks and work the land for them.
Once a person loses his or her citizenship, his or her children will become slaves for generations.
The uncle held his vitals.
If he wanted the land, he could only agree to his uncle's request.
Zhu Chuideng pursed his lips, lowered his head and looked at the bottom of his bowl.
There was a big white egg buried under the porridge.
There were five people in the family, and they always only cooked four eggs. He raised and fed the chickens, but when it was his turn to eat, he didn't have any share, so his new aunt gave him her share.
Ye Xiaoman took in all of Zhu Chuideng's micro-expressions.
She knows her strengths.
She is weak and poor, and the only reason she has survived to this day is because of her understanding of the subtle human nature.
A good person will eventually become a ghost, and will never be able to let go after being a ghost for thousands of years. This means that he must have been greatly owed by the world.
Give respect to those who lack respect and spread great love to those who lack love.
If you want to know a person's secret, first become his dear friend.
If you want to be friends with someone, start by showing kindness in small details.
Not to mention that she even played tricks, she really didn't feel any guilt at all. Wasn't she forced to do this?
After Zhu Chuideng learned the truth, she was so angry that she could fight with Jing Zhui. As a small figure, she was responsible for fanning the flames. When the Ghost Lord and the Demon God were fighting to the point of being both injured, she grabbed the "treasure", killed the Ghost Lord, inherited the Ghost Realm, and then forced the Demon God to give her the antidote and killed him to become the savior of the six realms...
Eliminate the suffering of slavery at its root.
Wait, it’s not wrong for her career line to be like this!
Ye Xiaoman was daydreaming when Zhu Chuideng ate the egg in a few bites, nodded at her, and walked out. After a while, the sound of the door closing was heard, and Zhu Chuideng went to work in the fields.
Ye Xiaoman asked gravely, "Do you think he will give in in the end?"
No one answered. She felt a heavy sensation on her head. Jing Zhui's face was pressed against hers, and his breathing was slow under the mask. He fell asleep without knowing when.
Breaking into the ghost prison and manipulating the ghost master's memory must have drained a lot of his spiritual energy.
Two little heads popped out from the door frame.
Ye Xiaoman took out two candies from her sleeve, exuding a friendly charm, not even sparing the children, "Do you want some?"
…
As night fell, Jing Zhui got up.
Outside, Zhu Chuideng had already returned home, having finished his day as a laborer farming, cooking, and taking care of the children, and was already resting.
Jing Zhui sat on the bed, his voice lazily filled with sleep, "Report your progress today."
Ye Xiaoman stood in front of him and read her work summary in a rhythmic manner.
"Report to the boss, I successfully developed two downlines today."
Jing Zhui was surprised, "Is there a demon here?"
Ye Xiaoman: "Brother Zhu and Sister Zhu, they will become our loyal informants and report the enemy's whereabouts to us at any time."
"In addition, they confessed that they had never heard from adults that the Zhu family had any form of treasure."
Jing Zhui: "...what else?"
Ye Xiaoman: "There are 28 chickens at the door. The most valuable property is the old yellow cow behind the house. I have searched every corner of the house, but there is really nothing good."
"By the way, we're having scrambled eggs with green onions and stir-fried pork with peppers tonight. It's such a shame you didn't get to try them."
Jing Zhui: "It would be a pity to lose your life."
Jing Zhui: "Your mission is to keep a close eye on Zhu Chuideng, follow him closely, understand his network of contacts, and find the location of the treasure."
Ye Xiaoman complained: "I did all the work, what did you do?"
Jing Zhui: "I will dig up the underground of Chepan Village and search it thoroughly."
He admired Ye Xiaoman's observation skills. "Where do you think Zhu Chuideng will hide the most important thing?"
Ye Xiaoman used ordinary thinking to infer: "Under the room, a remote cave in the back mountain, or inside the parents' coffin."
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