Let's Squander A Billion First!

Murong Yi was pale. “Yiyue, I’ve received a message.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Tang Yiyue noticed something was off about Murong Yi, “What message?”

Murong Yi felt a chill in his limbs. It took him several tries to get his phone out.

Tang Yiyue suspiciously took the phone from him.

It was a bank transfer, but the content…

[Underworld Bank] Your account ending in 8907 has received a transfer of 1000 from Qiao Chuzheng.

The name Qiao Chuzheng was enough to scare Tang Yiyue.

She tossed the phone aside, “Honey… is this… is this some kind of prank?”

She’s dead!

“Yiyue, Yiyue…”

Murong Yi pointed at the TV, which was slowly displaying a message.

—I’m back.

“Ah!”

Tang Yiyue screamed, the mask falling from her face.

Having successfully frightened Tang Yiyue and Murong Yi, Chuzheng concealed her skills and departed from the neighborhood leisurely.

No sooner had she drifted out of the neighborhood than she encountered the female ghost from the wine party.

Chuzheng moved to the left, and she followed to the left.

Chuzheng moved to the right, and she followed to the right.

Chuzheng stopped, “What do you want?”

The female ghost appeared calm at this point, not having a ferocious look. She looked like an ordinary girl, only paler.

“You’re Chuzheng.”

“Yes.”

“Do you know the Ghost King is trying to kill you?”

“The Ghost King?” Chuzheng thought for a moment, “I don’t know any Ghost King.” Why would he want to kill me?

The female ghost said, “You killed a female ghost that the Ghost King was fond of.”

Chuzheng, “Did I?”

The female ghost, “Sister Jiaojiao.”

Sister Jiaojiao?

Chuzheng’s memory was dragged back to the day at the Ghost Market. She did kill a ghost, but that ghost had started the trouble. She was only fighting back legitimately, choosing a method to solve the problem once and for all.

She hadn’t had contact with other ghosts lately, spending most of her time alone.

The Ghost King probably couldn’t find her, but the word had gotten out.

“What does it have to do with you?”

“I can negotiate a truce with the Ghost King for you, in return you help me with a favor,” the female ghost said.

“If you can negotiate a truce with the Ghost King, it would be better to ask him for a favor directly. Why bother finding me.” Chuzheng flatly refused, “No thank you.”

It sounded like a trap.

As if I’m a fool!

Can the words of a ghost be trusted?

Chuzheng drifted away.

The female ghost didn’t expect Chuzheng to refuse so flatly and said with a touch of unwillingness, “The Ghost King isn’t so easy to deal with.”

“I can handle it.”

“Do you know how many evil ghosts the Ghost King has under his control? If you confront him head-on, you won’t come out on top.”

“Hmm.”

That’s my business.

Don’t think about setting a trap for me!

I won’t jump in it!

No matter what the female ghost said, Chuzheng just wouldn’t agree.

“If you regret it later, come and find me.” The female ghost left those words behind and disappeared into the night.

Chuzheng wandered aimlessly forward.

Three minutes later.

She stood in a hotel room.

Xia Han was lying on the bed.

At the sudden appearance of Chuzheng, his eyes lit up, and he abruptly sat up, “Little Beauty, did you come to see me?”

Chuzheng, “…”

Could this weakling stop thinking about her all the time? There are so many things in the world to think about, why her!!

“I was just thinking of you, and here you are,” Xia Han jumped out of bed, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, “Does this count as telepathy between us?”

“No deal.”

Chuzheng sat down on the sofa, feeling utterly frustrated.

Why did she have to be so pitiful?

Xia Han followed suit and sat down too, “Little Beauty, after all this time, I still don’t know your name.”

Chuzheng hugged herself, not wanting to talk.

She just wanted some peace and quiet.

“Little Beauty?”

“Little Beauty, are you tired? You can sleep in my bed,” Xia Han generously offered his own bed.

“Chuzheng,” she said icily.

“Chuzheng… What a nice name.” Xia Han smiled, “My name is Xia Han, ‘Xia’ as in summer, and ‘Han’ as in cold.”

“Stop talking,” Chuzheng pointed to the bed, “Go to sleep.”

“I want to tell you…”

Chuzheng gave him a glance, and Xia Han pursed his lips before climbing onto the bed.

He lay there, watching Chuzheng with his head on its side.

“They didn’t catch that ghost, that female ghost is quite powerful,” Xia Han spoke softly, “Could you not leave?”

“Are you scared?”

“Yeah,” Xia Han said, “She’s really fierce.”

Chuzheng thought to herself… What’s there to fear for a big, brave man!

“If she catches me, I might never see you again,” Xia Han added, “I don’t want to lose sight of you.”

“You say such things to a ghost you barely know?” Chuzheng’s icy voice echoed around the room.

“I don’t know why, but I just feel that you are really nice, and I want to be close to you,” Xia Han hesitated, “I wouldn’t say this to any other ghost. I don’t like them…”

He had seen countless ghosts since he was a child.

But only she made him feel this way.

Chuzheng responded thoughtfully, perhaps it was because of that Ghost-Breaking Pact…

Chuzheng turned off the light and the room plunged into darkness. There was some rustling from the bed for a while, then Xia Han’s breathing gradually steadied.

Chuzheng lay on the sofa, looking out at the bright moon through the window.

After some time had passed, Chuzheng got up, left the room, and drifted into the next room.

The young man was seriously injured, with Senior Brother Changbian keeping him company.

Chuzheng concealed her presence, floating silently to the bedside; she looked down at the young man.

A stream of yin energy seeped from her fingertips and entered the young man’s wounds.

Having done what she came for, Chuzheng returned to the next room.

The next morning, Xia Han woke up to hear that the young man’s wounds had worsened and he had to be taken back to Taokong Mountain.

Xia Han glanced at Chuzheng unconsciously; his senior brother had said just yesterday that he was stable and not in danger, so how could it have worsened?

Chuzheng looked completely unfazed, as if she didn’t know a thing.

Since another female ghost had not been captured, Senior Brother Changbian could only rely on fellow nearby disciples to take over and transport the young man back.

“Little Beauty, are you leaving?”

Chuzheng shook her head indifferently.

Leave? Why would I leave?

Could I even leave if I wanted to?

Before Xia Han could speak, Chuzheng threatened him, “Keep quiet, or else I will leave.”

Xia Han covered his mouth, nodded, his clear eyes sparkling with joy.

That afternoon, Xia Han accompanied Senior Brother Changbian to the house of a certain high-ranking executive.

“Little Beauty, it seems like Senior Brother can’t see you.”

“Mm,” Chuzheng replied nonchalantly, following behind, “Only you can see me.”

Xia Han was taken aback.

Only he could see her…

Only him…

“Xia Han, what are you mumbling about?” Senior Brother Changbian turned around, “Hurry up.”

Xia Han answered, hurrying to catch up.

The executive had fallen ill after returning yesterday and now lay on the bed, looking very weak.

“Heavenly Master, did you catch that ghost or not?”

Senior Brother Changbian said, “Mr. Jhiang, I need you to tell me the truth. What have you done to attract such an evil ghost?”

“Just catch her, why do you need to ask all these questions?” Mr. Jhiang frowned, “I hired you to catch her.”

“Mr. Jhiang, if you cannot be honest, then you will have to find someone else.”

Mr. Jhiang’s eyes widened slightly – how many people had he already asked for help?

The Heavenly Masters of Taokong Mountain were very powerful; one had to have connections even to find them. Mr. Jhiang had gone through a lot of trouble to get Senior Brother Changbian to come by asking a friend, and of course, he couldn’t let Senior Brother Changbian leave.