There are no evil spirits here, and of course no great immortals either... Suddenly Song Zhenping thought of black gold.
Black Gold isn't some kind of magician!
It's just a monkey that's not only greedy, but also ugly and stupid, often getting tapped on the forehead by Yun'er, and playfully fighting with Xiao An.
Song Zhenping hesitated and said, "Uncle Han, are you sure you're not mistaken? We don't have any spirit mediums here."
Han Ming exclaimed in surprise, "It was the Great Immortal who sent me here. I am willing to be the Great Immortal's slave. Aren't you all slaves?"
Song Liyun gave a helpless, bitter smile: "Your name is Han Ming, right? We siblings are not servants."
"If not a servant, then... what is he?" A sense of unease rose in Han Ming's heart.
Han Dashan isn't actually stupid; he's just always had bad luck.
Every time I find a good home and want to settle down and live a peaceful life, unexpected problems and mishaps always arise.
It all started when his family suffered a disaster. At the age of fourteen, he was sold into slavery to a merchant. His master saw that he was quick-witted and taught him to read and write, training him to become a manager. His future looked bright.
Unexpectedly, when he was eighteen, his master's family went bankrupt due to losses, and all of their property was sold off. He was also used as collateral for the loan.
The new owner had a fiery temper, constantly beating and scolding his servants, and he didn't easily trust anyone.
Han Ming had worked hard for five years and was about to become a foreman when he accidentally broke a set of official kiln porcelain vases worth a hundred taels of silver while moving goods.
Knowing he was going to be beaten to death, Han Ming ran away and became a true escaped slave.
For several years, he hid and wandered from place to place. Seeing that local governments were cracking down on migrants, he decided to head towards the border. Soon, he was drawn to the prosperity and chaos of Suijin Town.
Although gold panning could lead to sudden wealth, it was also too risky. As a runaway slave, he naturally dared not show off, so he hid in the casino as a guard.
He works the night shift every day and gets paid, and he also found a young widow who works as a laundry worker as his lover. He lives a very fulfilling life.
But misfortune struck again.
In the middle of the night, the sand workers, bandits, and Di people robbed and plundered people.
Casinos, where money flows in and out and where there are many men, are naturally a prime target.
Han Ming happened to be off work that night. He was at the young widow's house when he saw flames shooting into the sky and screams erupting everywhere.
Because they had scouted the area beforehand and had many inside agents, almost everyone in Broken Gold Town was captured, with very few escaping.
Han Ming noticed the anomaly immediately, but he was discovered by the people who had sealed off the town just as he and the young widow reached the town entrance.
Under the swift slash of the curved sword, Han Ming was slashed in the face and rolled into the stinking ditch, watching helplessly as the young widow was taken away by the Di barbarians.
Han Ming was in despair. He felt that in his more than 30 years of life, he had never had a few years of peace and stability.
My life is destined to be full of misfortunes; I'm a born jinx, and this is how my life will end.
After the Di barbarians retreated, he stopped running and stayed in Suijin Town, pretending to be stupid and waiting to die.
Seeing that the Song family had plenty to eat and drink thanks to the "master," he wanted to try his luck.
Since I'm a jinx, I'm not afraid of any demons or monsters.
But now he's scared!
Seeing that he still didn't quite understand, Song Liyun smiled and said, "You said yesterday that you wanted to come here as a slave, so you are the only slave here."
Han Mingteng stood up, pointed at Song Liyun and Song Zhenping, and said in a hoarse voice, "Then... are you two ghosts?"
Yesterday, the "Master" said this was her sanctuary, but it's not what I expected.
In his mind, if the Song siblings were human and could live here, they must be servants serving the immortal.
He himself said he wanted to be a servant, but his thoughts were actually the same as those of the Song siblings.
Now that Song Liyun says they are not servants, then they must be ghost servants!
Fear caused Han Ming to start having wild thoughts in an instant.
He thought of the food he had just eaten, and his throat tightened, and he felt nauseous: were those things just illusions of broken stones, rotten grass and dead insects?
His heart was churning, and he felt nauseous but couldn't vomit, so Han Ming reached down and tried to vomit into his throat.
Song Liyun had originally wanted to watch a good show for a while, but when she saw Han Ming trying to vomit, she was immediately shocked.
He ate so much just now; if he were to throw it all up, he probably wouldn't even want Baolinju anymore.
Song Liyun slammed her hand on the table and said coldly, "If you dare to spit it out, I'll make you lick it back up."
Han Ming was startled and his nausea vanished instantly.
Driven by his fear of death, Han Ming decided to risk everything and shouted, "I'm here to be a servant to the Great Immortal, you can't force me!"
“Who forced you? You knelt outside and refused to leave. You willingly took my bowl and ate my food.”
Han Ming's face turned pale, then red, then purple, and his voice lowered three degrees: "Miss Song, I was wrong, may I leave?"
"Whatever you want!" Song Liyun opened the door.
Han Ming cupped his hands in greeting, lowered his head, and ran out the door.
Song Zhenping watched all this unfold before his eyes, his mind a complete mess.
Han Ming said that he and his siblings were ghosts, and he originally wanted to serve a "great spirit"...
What kind of nonsense is this? How did I suddenly become a ghost when I was perfectly fine?
Xiaoyun also said something like, "Spit it out and lick it back up."
However, he was still a little angry to see his hard work in cooking being questioned like this.
Han Ming left without being asked to stay, and didn't even get up to see him off.
But after only a few breaths, Han Ming scrambled back into the room, then knelt down facing the door and kowtowed repeatedly, begging, "Great Immortal, spare my life! I dare not do it again! I dare not do it again!"
His weathered face was covered in sweat, snot, and tears.
Black Gold was still hanging on the door frame in its floral cotton-padded jacket and shorts, swaying proudly and making strange "caw caw" noises at Song Liyun.
Song Liyun rolled her eyes at it: "You win!"
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