Chapter 243 I strongly condemn this behavior
Chapter 243 I strongly condemn this behavior
After insisting several times, Tan Wenjie chose to respect the elder and put down the Ghost Book.
He looked down upon the ghost-binding and mana recovery bonuses in the Ghost Book, which were dispensable, but he really wanted a magic weapon, even if it was only the lowest level one.
I have been traveling through time for so long but have never seen any magic weapon. I have developed a collecting addiction.
Compared to Zhuge Kongping who is into ghosts and collects zombies, his hobbies are probably pretty normal.
Driven away by his second uncle, Tan Wenjie left the Zhu family. He also learned from his second uncle that Zhu Dachang could live for another few decades, and without Ma Linxiang coming to harm him, he could marry and have children.
Tan Wenjie felt regretful.
There are a limited number of magic weapons in this world, but it is different in other worlds. If you can’t steal them, you can draw them out through lottery.
Only by going to a higher level [Secret Realm] can you encounter more good things, so it is important to upgrade your level.
He was thinking about whether to knock the ghost messenger out with a club and steal the magic weapon, but in the end he rejected such a tempting plan from the bottom of his heart.
There are many ways to obtain the magic weapon, and directly fighting against each other is the worst option. If he still wants to continue to survive in this world, he can't cause trouble for the time being, especially not provoke the underworld.
The fist is not hard enough.
He is on the side of justice. It's not that he cannot use violence, but he must use violence in a targeted manner and only attack those who can be defeated.
"If I can't bully the weak, why should I work hard to improve my strength?"
At night, a drizzle came without warning.
Tan Wenjie was having dinner with his three wives. The atmosphere at the table was joyful, but when Tan Wenjie mentioned taking a rest tonight, the atmosphere froze.
According to the rules, the master has to flip the cards to choose which room he will sleep in.
Whoever's room the master sleeps in represents who is more favored.
But this is Mr. Tan, and the characteristic of the Tan family is their strong ability.
However, putting the three together is not possible for the time being, and we have to take it step by step.
They looked over eagerly, even the rookie Ao Ningshuang, who completely forgot about the safe word. Tan Wenjie picked up a piece of leek with chopsticks.
It’s just a round trip, no problem, he has good physical strength.
From now on, you must line up with your backs facing you.
Tan Wenjie was eating, and the three ladies kept picking up dishes for him.
I don’t know since when oysters, bull whips and other ingredients became a regular dish at the Tan family, and no one else eats them except Tan Wenjie.
While they were eating, a voice came from outside: "Master, the second uncle of the Zhu family has passed away. The Zhu family sent someone to deliver a letter."
"I'll be there right away!" He stood up and said, "You guys eat first, no need to wait for me."
He walked out in a hurry. Shanshan, who was waiting nearby, took out the raincoat and put it on Tan Wenjie, and watched Tan Wenjie's figure disappear in the rain.
The raindrops under the light are like glass beads, falling down densely and cracklingly.
"Still looking? Come back to your senses!" said Xiaofeng on the side.
"Ah? I'm not..." Shanshan shook her head.
She didn't have any ideas about the master. She just felt that stealing the money from the Tan Mansion would inevitably fail. Things here must be made clear to her brother in advance, otherwise it would be disastrous if she angered the master.
The large courtyard is like an isolated island. People outside envy the life inside, and the people inside are indeed very happy and well-fed, but people outside cannot come in, and people inside cannot go out.
The carriage headed to Zhu's house.
Suddenly, whispers were heard in the drizzle.
"Wait!" a voice came from inside the carriage.
Fei Bao, who was driving the carriage, stopped it and saw Tan Wenjie getting out of the carriage and walking towards the open space in front.
People with the ability to see ghosts can clearly see the four ghost officials walking drunkenly and chatting with the second uncle.
Seeing Tan Wenjie coming, the second uncle was stunned.
The four ghost officials also recognized him and subconsciously stopped to see what Tan Wenjie was going to do. They were all their own people and were not on guard.
"Everyone, I have a favor to ask of you," Tan Wenjie said, "I want to buy the Book of Life and Death."
Second Uncle's expression changed drastically, his heart skipped a beat, and he was so scared that he almost came back to life.
It’s over, the traitor is really going to defeat the master!
The four ghost officials' faces changed.
"impossible!"
"Don't insult us with money!"
"I'll offer one thousand taels of gold!" Tan Wenjie raised his right index finger.
Insult? That's because the money is not enough. If it's enough, they will just say "please feel free to insult me".
It was his second uncle's suggestion that he be a bank manager that gave Tan Wenjie a new idea. Money makes the world go round, and these "temporary workers" are very greedy for money.
He has used similar methods to get along with the ghost cops many times. All the rules are nonsense, as long as the money is enough, nothing is a problem.
Money can help.
"That...that won't work either!" His tone became unsteady.
"Two thousand taels of gold!" Tan Wenjie changed the gesture of his right hand and raised two fingers.
It is enough to know that you like money. The next step is just to add more money, which is Mr. Tan’s strong point.
The four ghost officials were breathing rapidly.
That's two thousand taels of gold. Maybe you can move up a level and get a new job.
"make a deal!"
The second uncle standing by: (speaking)!!
There is such a method?
Tan Wenjie got the Ghost Book with satisfaction.
After being smeared by the ghost, the magic weapon turned into a wordless book and was handed over to Tan Wenjie.
"Don't worry, I will arrange someone to help me burn paper tomorrow." said Tan Wenjie.
The four ghost officials showed sinister yet brilliant smiles.
"Happy cooperation!"
"Hahaha, happy to cooperate."
If you pay enough, you don't need to eat mud, and ghosts will speak human language.
"Master, I will wait for you to come back on the seventh day."
"Hmm..." Second Uncle nodded with difficulty. He also felt that his previous judgment was a little wrong.
The rules and order have not been broken, it turns out that there are not enough benefits.
Tan Wenjie asked worriedly, "You lost a book of life and death, is that okay?"
"Don't worry, we have a way."
Although they had never sold it, the four ghost officials patted their chests and guaranteed it.
Back to the carriage.
Fei Bao asked, "Master, are you still going to Zhu's house?"
When he saw Tan Wenjie talking to the air, he knew that he must have encountered a ghost.
"No need, I just met my master and gave him a ride."
Although the old man's three views seemed to be shocked when he left.
Before you become invincible in strength, being rich enough is also an "invincible" ability.
However, he also had to be on guard. In case the four ghost officials were unreliable, he would have to give up the magic weapons he had received. He had Zhang Susu and Liao Zhen by his side, and he was a disciple of Maoshan, so apart from losing some money, he would not get into any big trouble.
He will regret it if he doesn't try it once.
The next day, when Tan Wenjie woke up from Ren Tingting's bed, he contacted Uncle Jiu via a Thousand Miles Fax. The basin was shaking.
Tan Wenjie leaned over to have a video call with Uncle Jiu.
When the picture stabilized, he took the initiative to ask: "Uncle Jiu, why do you look unhappy?"
Uncle Jiu replied, "A few ghost messengers came last night. I listened to them chattering for a while and didn't get enough rest."
"What did they say?"
"It seems that a magic weapon was lost in the underworld. I heard that a ghost king stole it." Uncle Jiu said, "In troubled times, evil spirits emerge. Those demons and monsters are becoming more and more rampant."
"Who said it wasn't? It's too much! I strongly condemn this behavior!" Tan Wenjie nodded in agreement and asked, "Is that magic weapon very precious? What are they going to do?"
"What else can we do? If we can find the Ghost King, we'll take him back. If we can't find him, forget it."
It seems that this is not the first time that I have suffered a loss. It may also be related to the fact that the Ghost Book is not a good magic weapon, with only 1★.
"What do you want to talk to me about?" Uncle Jiu said, "There has been some unrest in Renjia Town recently. I have to check on the water source issue later."
"Nothing." Tan Wenjie said, "I just want to buy some paper money and silver bills, and you can help me burn them for a few ghost messengers."
"I'll ask Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai to cook it later." Uncle Jiu didn't take it seriously. He had done a lot of things through connections. "How much do you want?"
"Two thousand taels."
"Okay." Uncle Jiu didn't care. This small amount was enough for Qiu Sheng and Wencai to burn.
"gold!"
"what?"
"I mean to burn two thousand taels of gold worth of paper money and silver notes."
"Isn't it a paper note of two thousand taels?"
"of course not."
Uncle Jiu suddenly realized: "Did you take the magic weapon?"
Who would burn paper money worth two thousand taels of gold for the ghost for no reason? If the paper money was piled up, it could bury a person.
"Don't slander me, I didn't do that!" Tan Wenjie emphasized, "It's just that a few ghost officials found something that belonged to me, so I want to thank them. I can't let others feel disappointed when doing good things, right?"
If two thousand taels of gold can be exchanged for magic weapons, he will take as many as he can. Unfortunately, it only happens once. If it happens again, even the dumbest ghosts in the underworld will guess that something is wrong.
Uncle Jiu had an expression that said, "I don't believe you at all."
He also did not expose Tan Wenjie.
"I'll burn it."
"The money will be sent over soon." said Tan Wenjie.
Uncle Jiu's face looked much better. The advantage of helping Tan Wenjie was that he was not stingy, and the thickness of the red envelope made people very satisfied.
After closing the "video call", Tan Wenjie quietly took out the ghost book.
The Ghost Book flew into his head, and the first slot for the magic weapon was filled and began to take effect.
Collecting a set of magic weapons with "ghost" attributes can barely be considered the next small goal.
Tan Wenjie looked down at the ground. He couldn't plan to go to the underworld in the short term, but there were many worlds he could go to, and there were many underworlds in them, so it was not difficult to put together a set of magic weapons.
He even thought about getting a set of magic weapons for the ghosts under his command.
Zhu Dachang followed his second uncle's instructions before his death and did not hold a grand funeral until the seventh day.
Keep vigil and wait for the soul to return on the seventh day.
The candlelight in the mourning hall flickered, and Zhu Dachang nodded his head, feeling sleepy.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew.
A familiar figure appeared in front of Zhu Dachang.
The second uncle was wearing funeral clothes, with his hands behind his back, looking down at Zhu Dachang who was kneeling on the ground.
"Second uncle?"
"Zhu Dachang, you didn't do anything during the time I was dead?"
"I have been keeping vigil for you." Zhu Dachang pointed at his thigh, "I don't even feel it from kneeling."
"Do you remember what I told you to do?" asked the second uncle.
"Of course I remember. You told me not to make a big fuss and to keep a low profile. Is it because you are too low-key that other ghosts look down on you when you report down there?"
He knew his second uncle too well. The old man had a sullen face, and someone must have offended him.
"Humph!" Second Uncle snorted coldly, "Our Maoshan predecessors are all here, who dares to look down on us!"
"Then what are you doing up here?"
"According to the rules, I have to come back on the seventh day. There is one more thing."
"what?"
"I'm having a quarrel with a bird down there. Go and ask a troupe to perform a play about the Eighteen Arhats catching the Great Peng."
He can be low-key, but he cannot let others mess with him. He must perform a bird-catching act to dampen the other party's prestige. Moreover, Tan Wenjie's previous operation of spending gold to buy magic weapons from the ghost messenger reshaped the second uncle's worldview.
It's actually possible to play like this.
Having connections is the core of cultivating immortals. If you don't have connections, you can spend money to build them. In this regard, Tan Wenjie does better than his master.
The second uncle only knows how to maintain old relationships, but Tan Wenjie has learned to develop new ones. Although the ghost officials all call him a sucker, they all like to cooperate with him.
It is better to be better than blue.
In the opinion of the Second Uncle, Tan Wenjie had made a bad purchase. The ghost book that was separated from the Book of Life and Death lacked the most important information about birth, aging, sickness and death and was therefore worthless.
However, precisely because they are not worth much, the underworld only symbolically finds a few wandering ghosts and kills them and leaves it at that.
The disciple is much richer than I imagined.
"Oh." Zhu Dachang nodded, indicating that he understood.
"Okay, I'm leaving!"
Second Uncle disappeared in a puff of smoke.
"You came back just to assign me tasks." Zhu Dachang grumbled in dissatisfaction, but found that his second uncle, who had just left, flew back at some point and stood in front of him.
"Pa!" Second uncle raised his hand and slapped him.
Watching Zhu Dachang being whipped into a spinning top and flying up into the sky, the second uncle looked at his right hand with satisfaction.
“Much more comfortable!”
"Snapped!"
Zhu Dachang sat down in the brazier.
"Ouch!"
He stood up, covering his face with one hand and his butt with the other, and his second uncle had completely disappeared from his sight.
Rubbed it.
"Ok?"
No pain in the butt!
It turned out that when the cold wind blew, the fire in the brazier had gone out, and my buttocks felt warm, not hot.
But it really hurts when my face is slapped.
Muttering and complaining about his second uncle in his heart, Zhu Dachang did not dare to delay.
It is not difficult to find a troupe of actors who perform at funerals. The paper-making shop business has the most contact with this type of people, so it is easy to contact them.
(End of this chapter)