The old lady glanced at me, pursed her lips, and asked me, "Young lady, what is your horoscope? My son is dead, do you want to be my daughter-in-law?"
...Forget it, I shouldn't have talked to these ghosts...
I looked back at Zhiyan's body and thought, let it stay here. If it disappears when I come back, then someone else can inhabit it. If the body is still there, then only I can inhabit it. Either way, no matter who possesses it, Zhiyan's soul will return the next morning. No need to worry.
I'm rich now, so I'll go and buy the God-speed Pill first, and then work on myself bit by bit.
I happily rushed into the ghost market, looking around, and finally found the shop selling the God-speed Pill. There was a pale-faced, melancholic shop assistant standing at the door. He stopped me and asked weakly, "What's your name?"
"Chenji Mountain Road Boastful."
Just like the gatekeeper outside the ghost reviving shop, he took out a mirror, had a conversation inside it, then stepped forward, blocking the door with it. "You can't come in."
I was stunned. "Why not?"
"You don't have enough money in the underworld."
I was puzzled: "Not enough? Why? I had someone burn so much for me today!"
"A living person can only burn a thousand dollars for a ghost in a day, any excess is not accounted for and confiscated," he lazily replied, "You only had one person burn for you today, so you get a hundred dollars. In our store, only transactions of over ten thousand are entered."
I feel there are too many things lately that make me want to vomit blood, and for a moment, my throat feels dry, as if even my blood has run out.
I rubbed my forehead and relaxed.
I felt like my calculations were a bit off. Regardless of how messed up the rules are for one person only being able to burn a thousand dollars for a ghost in a day, let's talk about this thousand dollars. When others receive a thousand, why do I only get a hundred? As I was about to ask, the shop assistant had already pointed to a shop opposite and said, "If you doubt it, go to the Grand Yin Underworld Money Shop yourself."
I followed his gesture and looked over, only to see a small shop with six large characters hanging crookedly above it - "Grand Yin Underworld Money Shop".
Are you trying to scam ghosts?
I drifted to the entrance of the shop and saw a thin little ghost sitting behind the narrow counter, his fingers like withered bamboo, clattering away at an abacus. He glanced at me when he had a moment and said, "What's your name? What service do you need?"
"Dust Ji Mountain Road Zhaoyao... "I was irritated by these ghosts, "Today, someone paid two large sums for me, but I only received a hundred."
The little ghost glanced at a large mirror on the side and said, "Zhaoyao Road, huh, you committed murder, false speech, fraud... well, too many crimes to recite, each crime deducts ten percent of your money. There wasn't supposed to be anything left after that, but because you also have redemption merit, good deeds merit, we added a few percentages for you. In the end, you get seven or eight percent. When someone burned a thousand for you, you only receive ten percent."
He spoke quickly, and I listened vaguely, but in the end, I sort of understood. It means that the Underworld Money Shop evaluates merit and sin based on different actions made by people before their deaths.
If one commits a crime, the money burned by a living person would be penalized. If one does good, the money burned by a living person would be augmented. In the end, it all means one thing:
In the underworld, having money depends on a person's morality and deeds.
I understood. The reason I ended up penniless and embarrassed after becoming a ghost is because during my life, Zhaoyao, I lacked nothing except for morality and good deeds.
I feel that the world of ghosts is full of discrimination and malice towards us, former tyrants who caused chaos in the world during our lives.
Having realized this, I pondered on my own, and with my current soul, the possibility of killing the King of Hell and overthrowing the rule of the Underworld, and then I thought... it's better to just go back and have someone burn money for me honestly.
As I drifted back, I lamented why I had refused Moqing to burn money for me today. If he had done so, I would have at least two hundred dollars by now. Even a mosquito, though small, is still meat. Little by little, it all adds up.
When I found Zhiyan's body still lying under the tree, I attached myself to her again, stood up, patted my butt, and thought to myself: I can't take the God-Going Pill now. It seems I will have to go see Moqing later and ask for permission to enter the Book Depository.
Now the question arises, how do I please and seduce him tonight?
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