Chapter 44
After learning that Rong Jing was looking for an assistant, Song Qing immediately prepared a recruitment advertisement.
The advertisement was taped to the glass door at 10:02 AM, and Yan Yingyao entered the room to consult the assistant about his work. Coincidentally, Yan Yingyao had been thinking about it for the past two days and felt that he shouldn't let this opportunity slip away. Especially after seeing the news about Wu Mingliang's family, his admiration for people like Rong Jing and Chi Bai had reached its peak.
If he can't become the same kind of person as Rong Jing and Chi Bai, then his life will be meaningless!
So after thinking about it again and again, he suddenly understood.
Why did he have to start with Xie Changshi? Xie Changshi didn't need a personal assistant. Chi Bai and his special department were barely a public institution, so it was hard to get in. But Rong Jing worked alone. Wouldn't he just go to Rong Jing directly?
I heard that these Taoist priests occasionally accept disciples.
Yan Yingyao touched his handsome face, looked left and right in the mirror, and felt that although his daily behavior was a bit muddy, he was completely different from Ling Ji's gang of bastards. He was a good citizen who abided by the law. At most, he just drank a few more glasses of wine, had more frequent love affairs, and had shorter intervals between them.
He has not made any mistakes in principle and is a decent person. Rong Jing should be interested in him, right?
In fact, he has many advantages.
So, Young Master Yan stuffed a thick red envelope into his pocket as a gift for apprenticeship and suddenly showed up at Rong Jing's studio. He walked through the door and then walked out again, snatching up the recruitment report and making two preparations.
Yan Yingyao walked into the waiting room and took a number.
He scanned the waiting room, found a corner seat, and sat down.
The slight noise woke up the young man who was dozing off next to him. He shuddered all over and suddenly opened his eyes, but then suddenly relaxed when he saw the surrounding scene clearly.
"Are you scared?" Yan Yingyao looked at the other person.
The young man's mind hadn't fully grasped the situation yet. He turned his head away when he heard this. He took two seconds to breathe out, rubbed his brow, and waved his hand: "It's okay, I just didn't sleep well these past few days."
Yan Yingyao nodded and commented: "Indeed, the dark circles under your eyes are almost falling to the corners of your mouth."
The young man's mouth twitched slightly: "It shouldn't be that exaggerated, right?"
The young man's sleepiness dissipated a lot when someone was talking, and he became more interested. He started chatting with Yan Yingyao: "Are you from Yancheng too? I posted a question online asking for help, and everyone told me to come to Rong Jing for a fortune-telling. They said that he would be the right person to tell me any problem I have."
"Then they are right." After experiencing the incident with Qiu Qian, Yan Yingyao had a blind admiration for Rong Jing.
The young man nodded. "I hope so. I don't want to have nightmares tonight."
If he continued to have this dream, he felt that he was not far from sudden death.
As they were talking, a customer came out of the workshop after having his fortune told. The young man looked at his number and immediately stood up: "I'll go in first. We'll come out and talk when there's a chance."
Push the door open and go in.
He spotted Rong Jing. The young man sat in a chair, with an open window behind him. Wind and sunlight streamed in, illuminating the entire workshop while also dispelling the gloom in the young man's heart. He walked over, sat down across from Rong Jing, and began to speak, "Hello, Master. My name is Xu Yue. I've been having nightmares for the past couple of days—"
He recounted in detail the three days of his dream.
Rong Jing looked at him carefully. He was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, and fatigue was very obvious on his face. In addition, there was a very thick black air lingering around the young man's body. The black air almost formed a circle, but strangely, it kept a safe distance from people and could not kill people.
Rong Jing propped his chin up with both hands and asked thoughtfully, "Since this problem only occurred three days ago, what happened to you three days ago?"
The young man was also confused by this question: "I don't know either. I just get up in the morning and go to work as usual. Then I come home at night, make a bowl of instant noodles, and go to bed. I spend most of my working time in the company. Apart from scolding my boss for being an idiot, I really don't do anything else."
Seeing Rong Jing didn't say anything, the young man swallowed and asked in a low voice: "Master, did I encounter a dirty thing?"
Rong Jing hummed and said casually, "I met a ghost."
youth:"……"
Although, isn't your tone a little too calm?
He reached out and pinched his philtrum.
Seeing his action, Rong Jing's eyes twitched, thinking that he was quite good at saving himself, and then added: "So I want to know how you encountered it. From what you said, the ghost should not be an ordinary little ghost. It seems that it has targeted you."
and--
Rong Jing felt that the ghost's behavior was a bit strange.
He explained to Xu Yue: "Normally, if a ghost wants to kill someone, it doesn't need to go through so much trouble."
"W-What do you mean?"
"What it means is, if he really wanted to kill you, then an ordinary person like you would have died at his hands the first night you dreamed of him." Rong Jingjing didn't realize how much of a turmoil his words had stirred in Xu Yue's heart. Instead, he tried hard to analyze the purpose of the white-clothed ghost's behavior. "He seems to be deliberately trying to intimidate you."
"Threatening me? But I didn't offend him!" Xu Yue wanted to cry, but he couldn't. "I haven't even met him!"
"Not necessarily. You might have accidentally stepped on his grave, cursed him, or bullied his family when you weren't paying attention." Rong Jing finished his analysis, thought for a moment, and said to him, "According to what you said, he should come to see you again tonight. I'll go with you tonight to see what's going on."
The young man's eyes lit up and he nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
"Then let's add WeChat and contact each other after I close the store."
"good."
Although the problem had not been solved, Xu Yue's steps were obviously lighter when he walked out of the studio.
Rong Jing lowered her head and recorded the work that needed to be completed for today's overtime. When she heard the door click open again, she raised her eyes and saw an unexpected face.
Rong Jing blinked: "Young Master Yan?"
Yan Yingyao quickly waved his hands: "Master... Master, you are too polite. Just call me by my name."
Rong Jing changed the subject: "Mr. Yan, please take a seat. What do you want to calculate?"
Yan Yingyao: "Can I be your apprentice?"
Rong Jing: “……?”
What a special question.
Rong Jing looked him up and down, feeling surprised. This was the first time in twenty years that someone wanted to be his apprentice.
Have vision.
But he said politely: "I have no intention of accepting a disciple yet."
The main reason is that the Xuantian Sect is very strict in accepting disciples. The person must be brought back to be reviewed by the master. Only after the master agrees can he accept the person completely.
But now, he didn't even know where their Xuantian Temple was...
Rong Jing touched his nose guiltily.
Yan Yingyao didn't know about these things. He was lost for a second after hearing this, but then he reacted very quickly and pushed the job advertisement he had pulled out in front of Rong Jing. His eyes lit up and said, "Then I'll apply for the assistant position. Do you think I can do it?"
Rong Jing opened her mouth, but Yan Yingyao raised his hand to interrupt her. "Don't be so hasty to refuse. Let me introduce myself first. I'm 28 years old and the only son of the Yan family in Yancheng. From now on, all my parents' property will belong to me. Master, if you need money, you can always tell me... Oh, no, you and Mr. Xie are good friends, so you shouldn't be short of money either."
Yan Yingyao realized that he had lost his greatest support, and his expression changed slightly, but he continued: "Don't look at me as a playboy, but I am actually very obedient and can endure hardships. I will do whatever you ask me to do."
Yan Yingyao talked for a long time, but Rong Jing only believed his words "All my parents' property belongs to me."
When they were at the villa halfway up the mountain, Song Qingke told him some gossip about Yan Yingyao, saying that Yan Yingyao had been rebellious since he was eight years old, and that this rebellious period had lasted for a full twenty years, which meant that he was still in this rebellious period.
Specifically, his parents asked him to manage the company, so he went to the company to work as a security guard.
His parents asked him to start a business, but he poached employees from his own company.
There are countless similar bizarre incidents like the above.
Rong Jing pointed outside the door and said to him, "It's not easy being an assistant here. I have to maintain order outside, deal with some bad-tempered guests, and help tidy up the house."
Yan Yingyao waved his hand. "To be honest, maintaining order is what I'm best at. When I was in junior high school, I was in charge of all the hooligans in my school. If I told them to go east, they wouldn't dare go west. I even learned Muay Thai and Taekwondo. If anyone dared to cause trouble, I would beat them so hard that their parents wouldn't recognize them."
Rong Jing: “…”
Seeing Rong Jing's silence, Yan Yingyao wanted to kneel down in front of Rong Jing: "Master Rong, please give me a chance."
…He seems to really love this profession.
Rong Jing hesitated for a moment, then decisively shook the tortoise: "Wait a minute, I'll tell you a fortune first."
A few seconds later, the copper coins in the tortoise were laid out one by one. Rong Jing was about to look down when he heard a loud bang. A huge red envelope was pressed on the six copper coins. Just as a question mark appeared on his forehead, he heard Yan Yingyao say nonsense in a serious tone: "Master, look, it's bright red, auspicious!"
Rong Jing: “…”
The way he looked at Yan Yingyao was almost like he was looking at a fool.
Then she pushed his hand away without hesitation: "Get out of the way, or I'll turn you into a pig."
Some people once said they would turn Yan Yingyao into a pig, and Yan Yingyao could beat them into a pig's head. But the person saying this now was Rong Jing, the same Rong Jing who had smashed Qiu Qian's talisman paper with one punch!
Yan Yingyao felt sad and moved his hand away little by little.
"Take away the lucky red one too."
"Oh." Yan Yingyao slowly took the red envelope back.
Rong Jing lowered his head to look at the hexagram again, and when he saw it, the sky seemed to fall.
How can it be auspicious?
Yan Yingyao didn't understand, but wanted to join in the fun: "Master, isn't this a bad omen?"
Rong Jing: "It depends on who the target is."
Then he pointed outside the door, probing with a resigned air: "How about you try it for two days? If you think you can hold on, we can sign the contract."
As soon as these words fell, Yan Yingyao's initial sadness over not being able to give out red envelopes or use backdoors vanished completely, his dejected expression replaced by excitement. He stood up quickly, even bowing to Rong Jing, before shouting, "Don't worry, I promise to do my job as an assistant well!"
Looking at his back as he excitedly pushed the door open and left, Rong Jing told fortunes again in disbelief.
Still good luck.
He thought that maybe the ancestor’s power was no longer effective.
Just as he finished thinking, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew over the sunny day, making the window behind him rattle.
Rong Jing: “…”
He took out his cell phone, found Xie Changshi’s WeChat, and said: I just said bad things about the ancestor in my heart, and the ancestor gave me a gust of cold wind.
Xie Changshi praised the ancestor: The ancestor is so effective.
Rong Jing Cricket: Yes, but every time I think about money falling from the sky, it doesn’t work.
Xie Changshi: You can tell me about this wish.
It’s better to let him handle things like money falling from the sky than to let the ancestors handle them.
Rong Jing thought how could they be the same? Xie Changshi’s money was also his money, but the same could not be said for the master’s money. Whoever made money should make his family’s money.
After chatting nonsense with Xie Changshi for a long time and informing him about the ghost-catching activity tonight, he continued to work.
In the evening, most of the guests had left. Rong Jing pushed the door open and saw that the usually carefree Master Yan was actually bending over to sweep the floor and carefully arranging the chairs and small tables in the room. Hearing some movement behind him, Yan Yingyao waved at Rong Jing, "Master, do you want to eat here tonight? I'll order takeout for you."
Rong Jing walked over and said, "Let's go eat outside," and then commented, "Well done."
Yan Yingyao immediately grinned: "It's okay, just cleaning, it's easy."
Rong Jing glanced at him, thinking of the divination given by the ancestor, and said after a moment's thought: "I think I know why you want to be my assistant, but I may not bring you with me when I go to catch ghosts. Bringing an ordinary person with me is not safe for you or me."
Yan Yingyao keenly grasped the three words "not necessarily".
What does this mean? It means that there's still a chance he'll go ghost hunting with Rong Jing! It's just that the possibility is slightly smaller.
But it doesn’t matter, even if he can’t go catch ghosts, he can still listen to gossip here.
So, he patted his chest decisively: "It's okay, I will do my best."
"Okay then, come again tomorrow." Rong Jing glanced at the time. "It's time to get off work, you can go home."
…
Instead of going home, Xu Yue chose a hotel near Changhua Street. The hotel wasn't big, but the room was very clean. After washing up, he lay down on the bed and began to count sheep with his eyes closed.
But what was frustrating was that his brain, which was obviously extremely sleepy due to lack of sleep, seemed to be very excited at this moment. Even though Xu Yue had counted 1,800 sheep, he did not feel sleepy at all.
Xu Yue: “…”
So desperate.
He finally couldn't help it, took out his cell phone from under the pillow and checked the time.
It's almost twelve o'clock.
After exhaling two breaths, Xu Yue kept telling himself in his heart: If you can fall asleep, go to sleep quickly.
However, after another eight hundred sheep, Xu Yue's eyes were bigger than copper bells.
He let out a long sigh, resignedly took out his phone, and found Rong Jing's WeChat chat box: Master Rong, I'm so sorry, tonight's plans may change, I really can't sleep...
His finger suddenly paused on the screen button, his eyes fixed on a flickering dot that suddenly appeared on the screen. As he watched, the dot grew larger, gradually outlining a strange humanoid figure. The figure slowly raised its head, revealing a terrifying, hideous face, its features stained with blood. The strong smell of blood filled Xu Yue's nostrils, and his breath suddenly stopped.
After a few seconds, Xu Yue's eyes rolled back, and he fell on the bed with a bang and fainted.
The strange figure paused for two seconds, then slowly lifted up its limp legs and floated back to the next room like a ball. It said to the dozing boy, "He's asleep."
Rong Jing waved at him and peeled off the transformation talisman on his body.
So, the ugly ghost turned into Comrade Xiao Cheng.
Rong Jing took out his phone and said to Cheng Puyu, "I just saw that Tianditong's restaurant has takeout service. Would you like some midnight snack? I don't know how long we'll have to stay up tonight."
Cheng Puyu's eyes lit up.
Three hours later, as Cheng Puyu and Rong Jing were preparing their third plate of barbecue, the young man's hand holding the bamboo skewers suddenly paused. The zombie and the ghost exchanged a glance, dropped their holdings, and looked out the window.
Rong Jing put an invisibility talisman on his body, quietly opened the door and walked to the next room.
At the same moment, Xu Yue's blank mind suddenly had a picture. He was standing beside a river, surrounded by towering trees. Opposite him was a strangely shaped tree. Xu Yue stared blankly at the tree, feeling that there should be something there.
Pop.
The river water surged inexplicably and splashed onto Xu Yue's face. The extremely cold temperature made Xu Yue's head suddenly clear.
He took a step back suddenly and couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "Fuck!"
Appeared!
This damn dream happened again!
Then...what about that ghost in white?
Xu Yue swallowed hard, carefully scanning his surroundings but seeing no sign of the other person. Instead of feeling relieved, he grew even more nervous, his heart pounding.
Because in every previous dream, the ghost in white would suddenly appear like a startled character in a horror movie.
This time...it should be the same.
As soon as this speculation emerged in his mind, Xu Yue suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his scalp. He looked up suddenly as if he had noticed something.
Wow——
Strange long hair fell from his head like a waterfall, covering his head. Then, in the dim light, a pair of double pupils filled with strange colors looked over. Those two eyes were like a whirlpool, instantly sucking all of Xu Yue's thoughts away.
Xu Yue opened his mouth unconsciously, wanting to say something, but only a few strange monosyllables came out of his throat.
Click.
A subtle voice sounded from his ear, and the ghost in white narrowed his eyes slightly. The next second, he suddenly took a step back, and at the same time, a dazzling golden light burst out from Xu Yue's body.
The golden light flickered for three full minutes. When the light faded, the dream suddenly shattered with a snap like glass.
Then, in the not-so-spacious hotel room, the curtains and bed sheets rustled without wind, the temperature dropped madly, and a cold air came out from corners and cracks in all directions, spreading to Rong Jing's feet like a poisonous snake.
The boy's pretty face tensed slightly.
Even though they hadn't met yet, just based on what he saw, Rong Jing knew that he might have hit a wall today.
This ghost in white is not at the same level as the ghosts Rong Jing had encountered before.
This fact also proves that the other party's frequent appearances in Xu Yue's dreams did not mean he wanted to kill him, but was just threatening him at most. However... the reason for the intimidation needed further investigation.
While Rong Jing's thoughts were racing in his head, a hand appeared silently from his reach. The sharp nails flashed a silver light in the passing moonlight, which immediately woke Rong Jing up.
The boy's body tensed slightly, sensing the cold aura approaching with the nails. He flexibly turned his body backwards, then clenched his fist and swung out without hesitation.
Bang!
The collision of finger bones and nails made a harsh sound, and Rong Jing also saw the true appearance of the white-clothed ghost at this moment.
He was dressed in a white robe, and his long hair wasn't spread out to cover his face as Xu Yue had said, but was tied back with a hairpin. Without the cover of his hair, his facial features were fully exposed to Rong Jing. To Rong Jing's surprise, this ghost in white was quite good-looking.
"Why are you staring at your grandfather? Do you think your grandfather is handsome?!" A sneer escaped from his thin lips, and the white-clothed ghost hand formed a palm, and directly blasted out a strong ghost energy, hitting Rong Jing's face.
Although it is strong, it does not seem to have a strong killing power.
A trace of suspicion flashed through Rong Jing's mind, and then he quickly took a step back, dodging to the side, and said, "It's okay."
The white-clothed ghost who had just gathered all his ghost energy into a ball and was about to launch the next wave of attack towards Rong Jing asked: "?"
He seemed a little uncertain: "Just okay?"
Rong Jing: “?”
White Ghost: "Answer me."
Rong Jing looked down at the talisman paper in his left hand and the peach wood sword in his right hand. He felt that his focus seemed a little strange. He hesitated for a second, but still nodded.
Hearing this, the white-robed ghost sneered again: "Is my appearance just okay?"
Rong Jing: "Compared to Xie Changshi, he's really just okay."
White Ghost: "Let me see."
Rong Jing: “…Ah?”
White-robed ghost: "Oh shit, I want to confirm whether he is really better looking than me, or whether there is something wrong with your eyes."
Rong Jing: “…”
But aren't they fighting?
As if guessing Rong Jing's thoughts from his expression, the white-robed ghost said, "Let's make a truce first."
Rong Jing: “…”
He was still a little hesitant, but the white-robed ghost smiled coldly again when he saw this: "Little zombie, if I really wanted to kill you, do you think you could still discuss with me whether I'm good-looking or not?"
Rong Jing: “!”
How come here comes another guy who knows he is not human!
Rong Jing had a certain admiration for all the people or ghosts who could tell at a glance that he was a zombie. Moreover, recalling their attacks, it seemed that they really had no intention of killing him, just as the ghost in white said.
But just in case, Rong Jing still stuck two talismans on his body before stepping forward and handing the phone to the ghost in white.
Not missing Rong Jing's little action of sticking the talisman paper, the white-clothed ghost snorted coldly, but didn't say much. He just leaned over to look at the photo on the phone.
After observing for a moment, the ghost in white asked, "How is he better looking than me?"
Rong Jing realized that the White-Robed Ghost seemed to really care about this question, so he poked Xie Changshi's face with his finger and answered seriously: "Everything is beautiful, the eyes, nose, mouth, and temperament."
White-robed ghost: "Oh, then your zombie eyesight is really not very good."
Rong Jing: “……?”
Why did they start attacking corpses out of the blue?
Rong Jing's expression drooped, and he took the phone and snorted, "Your aesthetic taste isn't very good either."
White-robed ghost: “…”
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