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Meeting Ma Xiaoling's questioning gaze, Tan Wenjie said, "I am from 90 years ago, but I am not a caveman."

He pointed to the delivery number on the table, then to the phone, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"Ahem, I just feel... I have something to do."

Ma Xiaoling left in a hurry once again. On the surface, everything seemed calm, but in reality, she was cursing under her breath.

She returned to Jiajia Building and had just entered the elevator.

"Wait a moment!"

A woman wearing glasses and high heels, her trench coat billowing in the wind, jogged into the elevator.

"Oh, Xiaoling, you just got back from work?" It was Wang Zhenzhen who entered the elevator.

"Yes," Ma Xiaoling nodded. "By the way, how are Fusheng and the others?"

Wang Zhenzhen's boyfriend and Ma Xiaoling's friend, Kuang Tianyou, had already died four years ago. His zombie grandfather, Kuang Guohua, appeared. Originally, he wanted to take Kuang Tianyou's place, but due to the appearance of Tan Wenjie, he ended up continuing to act as Kuang Guohua.

“It’s alright, but…” Wang Zhenzhen suddenly hesitated.

"They" refers to Kuang Guohua and Kuang Fusheng. Due to financial problems, Kuang Guohua and Kuang Fusheng had a job at Wenjie Entertainment Company by virtue of their martial arts skills, and they were doing well as behind-the-scenes martial arts instructors.

"But what?" Ma Xiaoling asked.

"Ah Jie's entertainment company has no resources and may go bankrupt soon."

After she finished speaking, Wang Zhenzhen secretly glanced at her friend and was somewhat surprised to see that Ma Xiaoling looked perfectly normal.

After all, during the years that Tan Wenjie disappeared without a trace, he was the one who stayed with Ma Xiaoling every day. Even though the strong Ma Xiaoling was no longer cursed that women of the Ma family could not shed tears, she would never cry in front of her.

You'll see her washing pillowcases the next day.

The elevator ascended, unusually quiet.

“Really?” Ma Xiaoling’s answer was not as calm as expected, but rather she said in a cheerful tone, “That bastard should come back and see himself as a penniless pauper.”

Ma Xiaoling noticed that the elevator was unusually quiet and turned to look at Wang Zhenzhen.

But he found that the other person was looking at him with a very strange expression.

"Zhenzhen, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Are you OK?"

"Do I look like I'm in trouble?"

"no!"

Wang Zhenzhen shook her head vigorously.

Not only did she not feel anything was wrong, she even thought Ma Xiaoling was in an unexpectedly good mood.

"Xiaoling, let's sleep together tonight!"

"Okay."

"I'm going back to get my clothes."

"Why don't you just take a shower at my house and wear my pajamas?"

The two left the elevator side by side and went to Ma Xiaoling's home together.

"The clothes are all in the closet." Ma Xiaoling took a bottle of wine from the refrigerator, preparing to have a small drink.

As Wang Zhenzhen walked towards the bathroom with her clothes in her hands, she said, "Xiaoling, you seem to be in a really good mood today."

"Have it?"

"Of course you are. You haven't fallen in love again, have you?" Wang Zhenzhen filled the sink with water, intending to wash her face first.

"no!"

"I... Ah!!" Wang Zhenzhen had just lowered her head to wash her face when she saw a man's face in the water.

She was so frightened that she screamed.

"What happened!" Ma Xiaoling rushed over and then saw the face in the water.

It was Tan Wenjie.

Ma Xiaoling was furious: "You bastard, what are you doing?!"

"I suddenly have something I want to ask you." Tan Wenjie in the water was very serious.

Ma Xiaoling: "I already said, we can talk about any problems tomorrow!"

Wang Zhenzhen looked at the face in the water with surprise and delight: "A-Jie! You're back?"

She wanted to ask more, but Ma Xiaoling stirred things up, and Tan Wenjie's face disappeared without a trace.

"No wonder you suddenly felt better, it turns out Ah Jie is back." Wang Zhenzhen, with the expression of a famous detective, gently pushed up the bridge of her nose before realizing that she had just taken off her glasses.

“It’s not him, that bastard is Tan Wenjie’s past life,” Ma Xiaoling explained.

Meeting Wang Zhenzhen's curious gaze, she sighed helplessly.

Looks like I'll be explaining things for a long time tonight, my throat will be dry.

An hour later, the two finished washing up and applied various body lotions in Ma Xiaoling's bedroom.

They chatted while wiping.

"...That's roughly it." Ma Xiaoling recounted the general events.

Wang Zhenzhen nodded in understanding: "You mean, your aunt Ma Dingdang appeared in your dream and asked you to travel through time to 1914 to seal the zombie and bring back A-Jie's past life."

"You're amazing, Zhenzhen! You understood even when I explained it so simply." Ma Xiaoling nodded vigorously like a chick pecking at rice. "That's right, exactly like that."

"I never imagined that Ah Jie's past life was also named Tan Wenjie." Wang Zhenzhen asked curiously, "Have you asked him about his past life, what he did?"

"He seems to be a very despicable landlord," Ma Xiaoling gritted her teeth. "He even married four wives, such as Tingting, Zhuzhu, and Rourou!"

"Wow."

"Why are your eyes sparkling?"

"No, but I never expected that Ah Jie was such a womanizer in his past life."

"It would be strange if he wasn't a womanizer."

Wang Zhenzhen immediately comforted him, "It was just a past life, it has nothing to do with A-Jie."

Ma Xiaoling took a deep breath, nodded, and said, "I know."

"Xiaoling, you're not planning to take your anger out on Ajie, are you? He married so many wives in his past life, it has nothing to do with him."

"I know I need to be reasonable."

"That's good."

"But I'm in a bad mood. I'm not going to reason with him. If he's so capable, then let him show up a little later, humph!"

Wang Zhenzhen chuckled to herself, and made up her mind that she must be there to witness firsthand just how "tough" her good friend would be.

Noticing Ma Xiaoling's gaze, Wang Zhenzhen immediately suppressed her smile, lifted the covers, and crawled inside.

“Xiaoling, you brought an elderly person from 90 years ago into the 21st century and then just abandoned them. Isn’t that a bit much?”

"Not good?" Ma Xiaoling snorted. "That guy said he was among the first people in China to use a toilet. What a despicable rich man."

Wang Zhenzhen: "..."

"He even calls to order food."

"Wow, that's amazing!" Wang Zhenzhen exclaimed in surprise. "It's completely different from what's shown in TV dramas, but he doesn't have any money. How will he pay the bill?"

"He definitely has a way."

……

Meanwhile, Tan Wenjie had already gained a basic understanding of the world situation.

After the great battle three years ago, a group of zombies appeared in society, and the number of monsters and ghosts increased rather than decreased. However, the number of exorcists like Ma Xiaoling also increased, so everything seemed peaceful.

Closely related to Tam Man-kit is "Man-kit Entertainment Company." There is still information about the company online, but without Tam Man-kit's support, the company is struggling to operate.

The biggest challenge is the lack of good projects. In addition, it is now 2004, and film and television production and actors are all heading north to look for new opportunities. There are almost no local productions that can break out of their niche.

The company was barely surviving, and Tan Wenjie even saw the Three-Colored Messenger disguised as an ordinary person and holding a high-level position.

When Jiang Chen left, he left Hei Yu and the others to himself, and the Three Colors Envoys were able to live the life of an ordinary person.

With their strength being too weak and their lack of fighting spirit, Tan Wenjie had no intention of dragging them into this decisive battle.

The final battle against fate requires luck; even the Pangu clan might not be a match, and he himself might not be able to withstand it. "Logically speaking, Kuang Guohua and Ma Xiaoling should be the absolute protagonists, but the situation is a bit different. Now Kuang Guohua has become a background character, and the zombie bitten by Jiang Chen isn't anything special." Tan Wenjie pondered, "Who can take my place? Me?"

This world is home to the Pangu clan, who were capable of creating civilizations and whose fates were intertwined countless times. It can definitely be considered a middle-thousand world, or even a great-thousand world.

To become the protagonist in a world of this caliber requires an exceptionally high level of luck.

"Don't even mention that I don't have much merit right now. Even if I had the merit of saving the earth dozens of times, I probably still wouldn't become the protagonist."

It's hard to say what else, but we must be cautious in our actions right now, since fate is watching us closely.

However, on the other hand, they still have the advantage.

Ma Xiaoling believes that 1914, the year of the zombie world in the Republic of China era, is the history of the world of "A Date with a Zombie" and that Tan Wenjie is the past life of Tan Wenjie in the 21st century, which suggests that fate may also think so.

With the enemy in the open and us in the dark, there's still a chance to maneuver slowly.

"Wait, the Book of Life and Death in the two worlds are interconnected, and the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha in my world is gone too."

This indicates that the underworlds of the two worlds have largely merged, making it impossible for him to remain uninvolved.

Back in bed, Tan Wenjie wanted to close his eyes and sleep, but then couldn't resist tidying up a bit and going downstairs.

"Nightlife is so interesting, it would be a waste to just go to sleep."

……

the next day.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, shining on Ma Xiaoling's face and forcing her to open her eyes.

"Hmm." Ma Xiaoling rubbed her eyes.

Wang Zhenzhen was no longer by his side; she had already gotten up and gone to work.

She glanced at the alarm clock and sat up abruptly with a start.

"It's already ten o'clock?"

He frantically scratched his hair with both hands.

"Wait, I don't think I have any work today."

She lay down again, but this time she opened her eyes immediately after closing them.

"I almost forgot about one bastard!"

When Ma Xiaoling finished tidying up, changed her clothes, and went out to the bar, she saw Tan Wenjie chatting and laughing with a girl on the roadside.

He was handsome enough to attract a group of girls even without doing anything. At this moment, he showed a hearty smile, and all the girls around him covered their mouths and laughed.

With a clatter, Ma Xiaoling strode over in her high heels.

"Xiaoling, you're here." Tan Wenjie raised his hand to greet her. "If you hadn't come, I would have thought you had completely abandoned me here."

Ma Xiaoling: "As expected of Master Tan, even if I hadn't come, you seem to be doing just fine."

"Excuse me, my friends are here," Tan Wenjie said to the girls around him. "We're going to save the world."

The girls left reluctantly.

One girl kept turning back to look at Tan Wenjie, gesturing, "Remember to call me!"

Tan Wenjie nodded: "I'll definitely do it when I have time!"

After everyone had gone far away, Ma Xiaoling said, "You're very popular, Mr. Tan. But you have an important mission in this era, not to find a fifth wife."

"I was just helping them with their marriage prospects and fortunes," Tan Wenjie shook his head, indicating that he had absolutely no intention of thinking that far ahead.

A group of ordinary, plain-looking women who, even with makeup, are not as pretty as their wives, but they're good at setting the mood.

When did you buy these clothes?

"How was last night?"

Tan Wenjie even took a turn around.

"I didn't expect you to have such good taste," Ma Xiaoling nodded. "You actually chose a head-to-toe designer brand outfit."

"I've already said that I'm just someone from ninety years ago, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid."

"Wait, where did you get the money?" Ma Xiaoling finally realized the most crucial question. "Did you pay with gold and silver?"

“No,” Tan Wenjie shook his head. “I gave you your name.”

"what?!"

Ma Xiaoling raised her voice, but when she noticed everyone was looking at her, she lowered her voice and said, "Impossible, how could anyone believe that?"

She herself didn't know that she could use facial recognition to get credit.

"Did those shop owners really believe it?"

“They said you’re a regular customer, so they agreed to put it on your tab,” Tan Wenjie nodded.

His godlike charisma, coupled with the strong sense of security that comes with his increasing strength, makes ordinary people subconsciously believe in him.

Ma Xiaoling: "..."

In the next half hour, Ma Xiaoling received more than a dozen phone calls.

"I'm at the waiting bar. Okay, I'll check out here."

Ten minutes later.

"Drip-drip-"

As cards were swiped, the shop assistants left with smiles and respect.

Ma Xiaoling was left speechless with despair.

"My credit card is maxed out, you bastard! Why did you buy so many designer brands?!"

"You were praising me for having good taste."

Women can change their expressions really fast.

Meeting Ma Xiaoling's murderous glare, Tan Wenjie said, "Besides, is this much money?"

"Of course, this is mine... What do you mean by this?" Ma Xiaoling suddenly stammered.

Two large, gleaming yellow croakers lay quietly in Tan Wenjie's palm.

Ma Xiaoling immediately smiled and said, "Mr. Tan, are you happy with your clothes purchase? Would you like to buy some more?"

Gold has always been a hard currency, regardless of the dynasty.

"I still prefer you the way you were before. Please restore your original appearance."

"You bastard!"

Amid Ma Xiaoling's displeasure, angry rebuke, and quick action of collecting the gold bars, the two left together.

It's lunchtime.

The two seem to have some special ability; whenever they get together, it's hard for them to stay still.

A phone call quickly reached Ma Xiaoling.

"Hello, this is Ma Xiaoling from Lingling Hall. May I ask who you are?" Ma Xiaoling asked.

Then she paused.

"Want to hire me to train a special ghost-catching team? Sorry, I don't have time right now. It's not about the money..." Ma Xiaoling suddenly turned to look at Tan Wenjie.

"Don't look at me, I don't have time either."

"Okay." Ma Xiaoling had already hung up the phone.

She patted Tan Wenjie's arm.

"It's decided that you'll be the one to train the police ghost-hunting team."

"What can I get?" Tan Wenjie asked.

Ma Xiaoling: "I can get a very generous reward."

Tan Wenjie: "And what about me?"

"Let's go, and do this job well."

"I meant myself." (End of Chapter)