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The old man seemed to have noticed it, too, but he hadn’t mentioned it.

[Main mission: Please spend 50 million RMB within two hours, Miss.]

Chuzheng: “…”

Chuzheng plopped down on the stairs, resting her head against the carved wooden railing and bumping it listlessly.

Life is hard enough already, why can’t it let me, this poor little thing, off the hook?

Ah!

So annoying!

[…] Miss, what exactly is your misunderstanding about yourself?

A person who can talk about pushing someone down with an unchanged expression, how does that person fit the three characters “poor little thing”?

Chuzheng, the “poor little thing,” wondered what to buy, and then she suddenly thought of ‘Gold Pointing Pavilion’.

She took out her phone and opened the app.

Last time she bought so much, and the items that she couldn’t buy before now seemed to be mostly unlocked.

Level 10 Ghost-Suppressing Talismans? 500,000 each? Buy ten!

Level 9 Peach Wood Sword?

Buy! Buy! Buy!

Chuzheng felt cheerful, realizing that the things here were really worth the money.

But obviously, Chuzheng was too happy too soon. The prices of these items were high, but the quantities were usually only ×1.

The supply is too less!

Bad review!

Chuzheng could only choose those items with lower prices, the lower the price, the more there were.

After selecting the items, Chuzheng proceeded to pay and fill in the shipping address.

–

Headquarters of Gold Pointing Pavilion.

Ding——

You have an order super super super super super super super super super…

“Is the machine stuck? Didn’t we just replace it? Did those bastards in the development team cut corners again?”

An employee angrily looked towards the computer that made the sound.

The person behind that computer lifted his head, his expression indescribable.

“What are you doing, don’t take it out on me if you’re in heat!” The questioning employee covered his chest and retreated: “I’m straight!”

“Just make it stop, my ears are going to explode,” someone complained impatiently.

“…Super-size order, please ship as soon as possible,” the stuck computer finally finished speaking.

“Hahahaha!” The employee behind the computer slammed the desk and roared with laughter.

The entire office fell into a weird silence.

Has he gone mad?

“The rich fool has placed an order again!” The previously laughing employee jumped around.

The office remained silent.

One minute later.

Everyone swarmed towards the computer, scrambling to see the screen.

They counted the zeroes back and forth several times to make sure they weren’t mistaken.

“Could this be the rich fool’s doing?” one employee banged on the head of the previously laughing colleague: “That’s the God of Wealth, do you know? What did you write in the remark? What remark? Change it back, now.”

“Indeed, that was outrageous.”

“How could you treat the God of Wealth like this?”

“Thank goodness they don’t know, change it back quick, and apologize to the God of Wealth in your heart.”

The employee covered his head single-handedly, tears in eyes, as he changed the remark.

When you remarked the last time, you all agreed, didn’t you?

So how come it’s suddenly his fault now?

“Last time it was Xia Han who received it, and this time it’s Xia Han again… Which sect’s genius is this Xia Han?”

Somebody curiously looked at the remarks on the back.

But no one had heard of this person.

Gold Pointing Pavilion did business with all the Heavenly Masters, and they knew clearly about any genius from any sect—mainly for convenience, to promote tools to them.

“I know,” said an employee, raising his hand. He was the delivery guy from before: “He’s from Taokong Mountain, I checked it out, and guess what.”

“What?”

“Is he a genius?”

“How come we haven’t heard of him?”

“He’s… um, in fact, doesn’t know…” The delivery guy drew out his words, waiting for everyone’s interest to peak, then his tone dropped rapidly: “anything!”

Everyone: “…”

Are you serious?

Giving so many items to someone who can’t do anything?

Which prodigal son?!

No no no…

Maybe this bigshot is low-key and doesn’t want to reveal their identity, so they’re using a regular person to receive the goods, right?

Yes!

That’s it.

How could a bigshot be comparable to these commoners?

–

Meanwhile, Chuzheng placed the order and then hugged the carved railing without moving.

Bastard could seamlessly switch between real money and Joss Paper, but how in the world was she supposed to not spend any money?

In this society today, unlike ancient times, it’s completely inevitable.

The heavens want to destroy me!

[Miss, with money you can do whatever you want!] King’s Account tried to imbue Chuzheng with this idea.

I can do whatever I want on my own, why go through the trouble.

[Miss, think about it, isn’t spending money much easier than fighting?]

Chuzheng thought about her own seconds-counting prodigal experiences and shook her head indifferently, not convinced.

[…]So what if you’re capable, isn’t that great! Where did Little Beauty’s invincible mode even come from!!

“Little Beauty… Little Beauty…”

Chuzheng immediately let go of the railing.

Xia Han stuck his head out, just in time to see Chuzheng retracting her posture, and he was slightly puzzled. What was Little Beauty doing?

Chuzheng calmly stood up, leaning on the railing: “What’s up?”

“My uncle master said Yao Wei is pregnant with a ghost child,” Xia Han said, “But he also said that this house is very clean, besides that ghost child, there’s nothing else.”

Xia Han went upstairs: “I didn’t see anything else either.”

When Xia Han moved, his hair was lifted by the wind, standing up slightly.

“Little Beauty you…”

Xia Han felt a chill on his head, Chuzheng pressed that strand of hair down, seriously rubbing it for a while.

Under Xia Han’s puzzled and complex gaze, she said calmly, “It was sticking up.”

Xia Han: “…”

After you played with it for so long, wouldn’t it stick up?

Xia Han ruffled his hair: “Little Beauty, did you see anything else?”

“No.”

“Then where did her ghost child come from?” Xia Han muttered to himself.

Yao Wei said that she had been feeling strange for several months.

But the ghost child only appeared recently.

Also…

Suddenly, Xia Han glanced at Chuzheng, and a strange thought flashed through his mind.

Intimate contact between humans and ghosts, isn’t it very cold? Can a human even endure that temperature?

“What are you thinking about?”

“If Yao Wei really did something with a ghost, how could she be completely unaware of it?”

“Did what?”

“You know, that thing between a man and a woman…” Xia Han realized what he was implying and looked at Chuzheng, his cheeks suddenly flaming up, murmuring, “Never mind.”

King’s Account was worried that Chuzheng might blurt out the word ‘mating,’ but she said nothing and floated downstairs.

After going downstairs, Chuzheng took out her phone, opened a certain app, and typed a few words into it.

The page transitioned to some images.

Chuzheng scrolled down with a cold face.

Isn’t it just the history of human mating to continue the bloodline? What’s there to hide?

Chuzheng looked back at Xia Han, who felt uneasy under her gaze, touching his hair and then the corner of his clothes.

[…]Still couldn’t escape.

Chuzheng turned back around and continued scrolling.

This position looks a bit difficult, doesn’t it?

Chuzheng looked at the stick figure drawings, physical contact that, besides procreation, served no other purpose.

Boring.

She shook her head and turned off the phone.