The old man looked at the tea with distress and said, "This tea is a magical thing. You are simply wasting it!"
Although he said this, the old man waved his hand again and poured another cup of tea for Wang Jin: "Don't spray this time."
Wang Jin didn't know what was going on, but the old man's words seemed to have the power to confuse people, making him pick up the teacup and drink the tea again. After drinking it, he felt comfortable and relaxed all over. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, feeling refreshed.
The old man squinted his eyes, stroked his beard, and looked pleased.
"Finally, the cause and effect have been resolved." As he spoke, the old man waved his hand, and many translucent things similar to talismans appeared in front of Wang Jin. The old man said, "Come on, choose."
"?" Wang Jin looked puzzled: "What to choose?"
The old man looked helpless: "Naturally choose what you want in your heart."
Seeing that Wang Jin still didn't understand, the old man said, "You must be uncomfortable in the other world, right? You have nothing to eat, nothing to drink, nothing to wear, nothing to use, and no one to serve you, right?"
Wang Jin nodded vigorously, and the old man smiled and said, "So, choose. This one represents eating. With it, you have endless food. This one represents wearing. With it, you have endless clothes. This one represents using. With it, you have any practical tool. And this one represents..."
After spending a full quarter of an hour explaining these things, the old man let out a long sigh and said, "Choose."
Wang Jin blinked, and the confused feeling disappeared a lot. He looked at the old man cunningly and said, "Only children would choose. I want them all!"
The old man's eyes, which had been narrowed in contentment, suddenly opened, his face tinged with anger: "You are so greedy!"
Wang Jin frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "You only told me to choose, but you didn't say I can only choose one. There's nothing wrong with me choosing all of them."
The old man was choked and speechless, his face turned very ugly. He stood up and turned to leave, then turned back after a while, looking at Wang Jin and muttering softly: "No, it's not easy to go back like this. It's not easy to explain to those people who are looking for death, and it's not easy to return the Wang family's money. The Xingjun Temple still needs money to repair it."
"Huh? What did you say?" Wang Jin also stood up.
The old man looked at Wang Jin's confused expression and felt really uncomfortable holding his breath.
He stretched out his hand and pinched Wang Jin's nose, and said unhappily: "I wonder why you and your group of guests who are kept in the mansion are so capable! If it weren't for the money, I..."
As if realizing that he had said something he shouldn't have, the old man quickly stopped talking. However, Wang Jin was very perceptive: "Money? Did you come here because you received money?"
The old man's face froze, and he withdrew his hand and said, "I'm not that vulgar! Of course I came here to settle the turmoil in the underworld. Did you know that the twenty-seven guests in your mansion are all looking for death for you?"
Wang Jin shook his head innocently.
He's dead, how would you know
However, those people had fed him for several years, but he did not expect them to be so loyal. Wang Jin stroked his chin with pride: "Those people still have a conscience."
The old man's mouth twitched: "Now those people are disturbing the underworld. This is a loss of virtue, and it's your fault."
"Huh? Why?" Wang Jin was dissatisfied.