"Oh, I really don't understand what you guys are thinking."
The Yinchai shook his head. His fixed salary was only 500 Yinde a year, which was two years' salary. A normal person would not just give it up.
Lin Jiu...
"It takes 100 Yin De to save one person, 600 Yin De to save six people. Do you need some other special services?"
Special service
Russell pricked up his ears and his eyes narrowed immediately.
Uncle Jiu was obviously a regular customer and was very familiar with the place. "Let's go with the previous set meal, the better one."
"No problem!"
The ghost took out the token and lightly touched it with his finger. Suddenly a bright light spread out from it.
"His horoscope is strong, he will not die in childhood, and he has ten points of good karma."
"Red fate leads to a relationship, you will never be single, twenty points of good deeds."
"Both parents are alive and will not die of old age before reaching adulthood, 30 points of Yin De."
"An ordinary combination, ordinary, will not become a fool, ordinary appearance, ordinary family, 60 points of Yin De."
"A meal for one person requires 120 points of Yin De. For six people, that's 720 points of Yin De. Plus the release fee, the total is 1,320 points of Yin De."
The Yinchai calculated it carefully and couldn't help but teasing Uncle Jiu, "If you regret it in time, you can earn more than a thousand Yin De. If you arrange it, you will lose 320 Yin De."
"Let's arrange it!"
Uncle Jiu smiled and said, "After so many years, am I, Lin Jiu, that kind of person?"
"Lin Jiu, Lin Jiu!"
The Yinchai sighed, "Lovesickness copper coins are worth 1,500 Yinde points. After deducting 1,320 Yinde points, you still have 180 Yinde points left."
"Isn't it one thousand Yin De points?"
Yinchai's calculation made Uncle Jiu unable to help but remind him. He had heard from Junior Uncle Master that the Acacia copper coin was worth one thousand Yinde points, but she didn't have enough money at that time and didn't get it.
The ghost laughed when he heard it, "Sir, times have changed, the price of this thing has increased a long time ago!"
Without waiting for Uncle Jiu to ask anything, the ghost waved his hand and said, "No more chatting, no more chatting. Time is running out. I have to rush to the next house."
"You guys should stay at home for the New Year. I'm still very tired."
He has lived too long, which is both the pros and cons of being a ghost messenger. In nearly a hundred years, he has seen life and death, separations, and the grudges in the world.
Nothing can move his heart anymore.
Chinese New Year
Almost a hundred years have passed since his death, and there are no relatives around. They have all been reincarnated. What is the meaning of these years
As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost turned into a gust of cold wind and dissipated into the air.
Uncle Jiu looked up at the sky. It was already dark and it would be New Year's Day soon.
"What happened today shouldn't be considered a tragedy, right?"
Russell was stunned, looked at Uncle Nine, and couldn't help but nodded, his eyes rolled around, and he exclaimed, "Ah, Master, you are so awesome!"
"I'm awesome? Haha, I haven't settled the bill for this afternoon yet!"
"What account? How come I don't know?"
"Ha!" Uncle Jiu bent down to pick up the door panel on the ground and shouted, "Russell, give me your life!!!"
"Uncle Master, help! Help!"
Russell was running around in the yard with his head in his hands. He looked so funny that everyone around him burst into laughter, gloating over his misfortune.
The next moment, a huge door panel whizzed past him with a whistling sound, and he instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
Simu adjusted his glasses and went straight to the room next to him. "Brother, I'm leaving first. You take your time to play and I'll throw. You two bastards, open the door quickly!!!"
"call!"
There was another gust of wind, and he lowered his head suddenly, and the huge door panel hit the door with a bang.
Simu was so scared that he patted his chest. Russell poked his head out from in front of him without knowing when. "Hehe, Uncle Master, you should beat people up early. You can't beat them up during the New Year."
As soon as he finished speaking, another door panel slammed down on him, and Russell quickly ran away.
Simu was shocked again and he was angry!
"Lin Jiu, don't go too far, or I'll summon the Grandmaster to possess me."
As he spoke, he made a gesture, with his hands bulging and raised upwards as if he was lifting weights. As long as the ancestor possessed him, he would be indestructible and have infinite strength.
"Snap!"
A door panel hit him in the face mercilessly. Simu touched his bleeding nose and asked angrily, "Why?"
"Ouch, my hand slipped!"
Uncle Jiu touched his nose, and then reminded him nonchalantly, "I forgot to tell you, Junior Brother, today is New Year's Day, and the Grandmaster is busy drinking everywhere, hehe."
As he said this, he continued to chase Russell while carrying the huge door panel.
He had to teach this little bastard a lesson and vent his anger.
He originally thought that what Russell took out from his armpit in the morning was a mud ball, but he didn't expect it to be a magic medicine.
As soon as it entered his body, endless spiritual energy entered his body, rapidly improving his cultivation.
If Uncle Jiu hadn’t restrained himself and didn’t want to move too fast, he would have reached the third level of Earth Master.
After all, he had just broken through to the second level of Earth Master half a month ago, and it would not be good to break through too quickly.
The mud ball contained so much spiritual energy that it not only improved Uncle Jiu's cultivation, but also seemed to make him several years younger, and his hair turned black.
But the more this happened, the more uncomfortable Uncle Jiu felt, because this was not just a mud ball, it was clearly a magic pill.
But what's the point of this little bastard Russell giving it to himself instead of using it himself
You little bastard, you don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are.
I must teach him a lesson!
Uncle Jiu picked up the door panel. Maybe it was because of the effect of the medicine, but he was very vigorous and waved the door panel with great force.
"Little Russell, why are you running so fast? I'm just returning the slap you owe me?"
"hehe!"
"I really don't owe you much. You have to trust your lovely master."
"hehe!"
...
Looking at the fighting and playing master and disciple, Simu touched his nose helplessly. Looking at the bleeding nose, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart.
I am so miserable!
He was filled with grief and anger, but the door behind him creaked open.
Two heads popped out from inside. They were Qiu Sheng and Wencai. Their eyes widened as they looked at Uncle Jiu who was chasing Russell with a door panel.
What's going on
"Master, have those people left?"
"Let's go!"
"Oh, Uncle Master." Qiu Sheng scratched his head with his hand, "It seems that there is an accident here, do you want to take a look?"
"What?"
Si Mu turned his head and saw the little zombie with his mouth stuffed full and eyes full of resentment, and he almost burst out laughing.
"You two should run quickly, or even the Grand Master won't be able to protect you."
"What?"
Qiu Sheng and Wencai were both confused when they heard this. Suddenly, a loud shout came into their ears.
"Ah, my little zombie, Qiu Sheng Wencai, give me your life!!"
master?!!
No!!
ps: I'm lazy today, 6300 words