The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 478 The Coin That Can't Be Lost! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"What does my mom, an adult, know?"

Xiong Wenwen adopted a serious and composed demeanor and said, "I'm doing this all for her own good. These days are so difficult. Aren't I doing this for the sake of this family?"

Xiong Wenwen sighed and shook his head; anyone who didn't know better would think he had endured countless hardships!

"Yang Jian, if you help me, I promise I'll put in a good word for you with my stepfather after it's done, how about it?"

Yang Jian's face was full of speechlessness. So he's already calling his stepfather?

"No! I refuse!"

Yang Jian rejected Xiong Wenwen's rude request without hesitation.

No matter how beautiful Xiong Wenwen's mother was, in his eyes she was not worthy of Mu Sheng, the reincarnation of Yama, the King of Hell.

"Ah! Why?"

Xiong Wenwen was getting anxious. He was only ten years old and spent all his time hanging out with a group of strange ghost tamers.

He also has to risk his life to deal with paranormal events; his life is so difficult!
Having finally met a seemingly reliable big shot, Xiong Wenwen was unwilling to miss this opportunity to latch onto his coattails.

"Waaaaah, Yang Jian, do you know how hard this has been for me? I'm only ten years old, and I already have to..."

Xiong Wenwen grabbed Yang Jian's leg and started complaining as soon as she pouted.

However, no matter how much Xiong Wenwen pleaded, Yang Jian remained unmoved.

"Xiong Wenwen, stop bothering Yang Jian. Go back to your seat and let's continue today's meeting."

Cao Yanhua helped Yang Jian out of the predicament, freeing him from Xiong Wenwen's entanglement.

Otherwise, Yang Jian really wouldn't know how to deal with Xiong Wenwen.

The latter is, after all, just a ten-year-old child. We can't just hang him up and beat him up for that, can we?

After Xiong Wenwen returned to her seat, Cao Yanhua began the meeting's main topic: announcing the list of team leaders.

Originally, this list wouldn't have been finalized so quickly, but the fall of Da'an City made headquarters realize the urgency of the situation.

They have no time to waste!
"Everyone here should be familiar with the headquarters' Captain Plan. Now, let's have Professor Wang explain."

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Half an hour later, the twelve team leaders had been selected.

Yang Jian was the leader, and no one present had any objection to that.

Even though Yang Jian didn't have any outstanding achievements or make any significant contributions to solving paranormal events.

He gained unanimous recognition simply because of his status as the spokesperson for Musheng.

Just kidding, that Ghost King is clearly from a different dimension than them.

If anyone has any objections, let him talk to Mu Sheng himself.

On the other side, Mu Sheng also followed Old Qin to his residence.

A house in the style of the Republic of China era, located in the very center of the site.

In the living room, Old Qin personally poured Mu Sheng a cup of tea.

"All I have here is plain water and this. I don't know if you can get used to it."

Mu Sheng picked up his teacup, took a sip, and smacked his lips, seemingly savoring the variety of tea.

"Hmm, not bad, the water's boiled!"

He then picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, before pouring himself another cup.

Just like drinking plain water, I drank several cups in a row.

Although Mu Sheng had drunk many fine teas, he didn't know much about this kind of tea and wasn't interested in it.

He doesn't use this thing to show off his status.

Just like when you drink Sprite, Reibi, or Shabi, would you really have the time to study the ingredient list?

"Ok?"

Old Qin was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled.

The chosen one who can end the era of the supernatural is indeed very special!
After chatting for a while, Old Qin asked with some curiosity, "Could you demonstrate your power to me?"

Old Qin was particularly curious about what kind of power could end this crisis that had been hovering above humanity for thousands of years.

"Did you say this?"

Mu Sheng extended his right hand, and a golden energy ball floated in his palm.

The power of the Golden Ghost Prison!

It contains the supernatural energy of gold!

Old Qin's eyes lit up immediately, and his wrinkled face regained its vitality.

"This power is..."

The sensations emanating from the golden energy ball made Old Qin doubt whether his intuition was wrong.

Carefully extend your finger and tap it on the golden energy ball in Mu Sheng's palm.

The supernatural power within his body surged into the golden energy ball along his fingers, and Qin Lao immediately felt an unshakeable blockage.

It felt like using supernatural power to shake gold!

gold?

gold!!!

"I see, no wonder, no wonder."

Old Qin now understood why he couldn't see the future related to Mu Sheng, and why Mu Sheng could end the era of the supernatural.

The Three Laws of the Supernatural:

Ghosts cannot be killed!
The only thing that can fight against a demon is a demon!
Ghosts and supernatural phenomena cannot affect the gold!

However, right before his eyes today, Qin Lao personally witnessed a law being broken.

Someone actually managed to infuse gold with supernatural power.

No, that's not right. Who said that the extraordinary power of the Ghost King Mu Sheng comes from ghosts?

After personally experiencing the power of the Golden Ghost Prison, Elder Qin had no more doubts about whether Mu Sheng could end the era of the supernatural.

If Mu Sheng can't do it, then no one else can possibly do it!
"Okay, okay! Hehehe."

"It's a pity that Zhang Dong and Luo Qian can't see this scene."

Old Qin laughed heartily, but there was also a hint of regret in his voice.

"Zhang Dong?"

Mu Sheng recalled the description in the original work. This person was no ordinary person; his ability to annihilate was extremely terrifying.

He was a being similar to Ghost Eye Yang Jian from the previous supernatural era!
"Could you tell me about the stories of your era?"

Mu Sheng withdrew the power of the Golden Ghost Prison and poured Qin Lao a cup of tea.

"Our Story"

Old Qin held his teacup, his fingers twirling back and forth, his mind drifting into memories.

"That all started with my first paranormal experience, which was on a starless night."

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As Qin Lao narrated, the struggles for survival of the ghost tamers during the Republic of China era were gradually revealed to Mu Sheng.

That was a far more desperate era than the present.

Soon, two or three hours had passed.

Zhao Jianguo and his men brought lunch to the two of them, and Qin Lao's story came to a temporary end.

Various precious ingredients were served, and the dishes were even more abundant than those at a state banquet.

"President Mu, Elder Qin, please have lunch first. This is something I had the kitchen prepare especially for you two!"

Zhao Jianguo served the two of them with a smile, and then shamelessly stayed behind.

"By the way, Mr. Mu, do you still remember Zhou Zheng?"

"Of course I remember. If he hadn't single-handedly held off the knocking ghost, I don't know how many of us in our class would have survived."

Mu Sheng had a deep impression of Zhou Zheng, after all, he was the first person he saw after waking up.

Speaking of which, the ghost infant inside Zhou Zheng's body also has great potential.

Especially after it recovered and grew into a fourth-stage starving ghost, if Yang Jian hadn't used coffin nails to suppress it, the entire Dachang City would have fallen.

"By the way, how is Zhou Zheng doing now?"

Mu Sheng asked, "I remember the ghost infant inside him was on the verge of revival long ago, right? Is he still alive now?"

“He’s alive!” Zhao Jianguo said with a smile. “Detective Zhou Zheng has made great contributions to the country. Professor Wang personally devised a plan for him to control the second ghost.”

"I've been assigned to be in charge in Dawu City!"

"Dawu City?" Mu Sheng nodded and said, "That's a nice place. You can even climb the Yellow Crane Tower if you have some free time."

Zhao Jianguo glanced at Mu Sheng, and seeing that he seemed to be in a good mood, he continued, "The scenery at Yellow Crane Tower is indeed beautiful, but I'm afraid Detective Zhou Zheng won't have the time!"

“Supernatural events are becoming more and more frequent these days. Detective Zhou Zheng is all alone, and every time he handles a supernatural case, it's a matter of life and death. If only he had a few more supernatural items.”

"At least it provides a bit more security, right?"

As he spoke, Zhao Jianguo looked at Mu Sheng with anticipation, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Mu Sheng rolled his eyes at him speechlessly and said, "You've taken a pretty roundabout way of putting it. It's just a few magical artifacts. How about I give you ten more every month?"

"Great! That's fantastic!"

Zhao Jianguo's face was all wrinkled with laughter as he picked up a piece of fish and put it into Mu Sheng's bowl.

"Here, try this."

In a 20-story building in Dawu City.

Yang Biyuan sat at her computer desk in her pajamas, her fingers tapping away on the keyboard.

Sorry, I've successfully secured a place in a master's program and graduated!

[As for some students, getting a guaranteed admission to graduate school must be very difficult, right? They might still be working hard to apply to universities abroad.]

Regardless of which university you apply to, you will receive my complaint materials.

After typing the last line, Yang Biyuan clicked the mouse and published it.

Soon, the comments section was filled with angry insults.

Yang Biyuan not only felt no guilt or shame about this, but was actually quite proud of herself.

With her grades, she would never have been able to get into graduate school, but now?

With just a little trickery, she not only successfully secured a place in a master's program, but also received a doctoral admission offer from Hong Kong.

"Chinese men are just useless!"

"You're despicable and servile, as stupid as a pig. You'll behave if you're scared a little. What's wrong with accusing you?"

"You only have yourself to blame for being so stupid as to sign the plea agreement!"

Yang Biyuan looked at the insults in the comments section with a smile, as if they were a reward for her.

Yang Biyuan only closed her laptop and took out her phone to order takeout when her stomach started growling.

After half an hour.

There was a knock on Yang Biyuan's door; the takeout had arrived.

boom! ! !
After receiving the takeout, Yang Biyuan slammed the door shut.

"You money-spraying delivery guy, haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman before? You're really going for it!"

Yang Biyuan got angry when the deliveryman glanced at her, and immediately took out her phone to give him a bad review.

Only after doing all this did I open the takeout menu and start eating.

"Ding-dong!"

A crisp sound rang out, as if something had fallen to the ground.

Yang Biyuan looked down and found it was a one-yuan coin.

Where did the coins come from?

Yang Biyuan picked up the coin from the ground with some confusion. She didn't even use paper money, let alone coins.

"Did it fall out of the takeout bag?"

Yang Biyuan guessed that it might have accidentally fallen in when the restaurant was packing the food.

"What good is a dollar? It can't even buy a bottle of sparkling water."

Yang Biyuan casually tossed the coin onto the table, then took apart her chopsticks and started eating the snail rice noodles.

"Slurp~ Slurp~"

Yang Biyuan's table manners were not good; oil splattered everywhere, and her pajamas were dirty.

However, Yang Biyuan didn't care about this. She wasn't going out, so why bother making it so clean?

"Ding-dong!"

Another crisp sound rang out.

Yang Biyuan frowned and looked over, only to see that the coin she had thrown on the table had somehow fallen to the ground again.

"Annoying!"

Yang Biyuan, with her toes pointed, kicked the coin under the sofa.

She would have picked up a hundred yuan, but it was just a one-yuan coin, and Yang Biyuan was too lazy to even bend down.

"Slurp~ Slurp~"

"It smells awful, but it tastes so good!"

Yang Biyuan continued to slurp up her cigarettes and opened her tablet, watching TV dramas while eating.

A few minutes later.

"Ding-dong!"

It was another familiar, crisp sound.

The coin she had kicked onto the sofa actually fell to the floor again.

Just as Yang Biyuan was about to kick it away again, she suddenly realized what was happening.

'Didn't I just kick it under the sofa?'

'How did it fall to the ground again?'

Yang Biyuan felt a chill run down her spine, and goosebumps immediately rose on her skin.

Did you encounter something evil?

No way! No way!

'There's nothing dirty here, you're just scaring yourself. There are probably several coins in the bag!'

Yang Biyuan comforted herself.

After checking the takeout bag inside to make sure there were no other coins, he hooked his foot and lifted the coins under the sofa.

Everything should be alright now!
Yang Biyuan put the matter aside and continued to attract fans by watching TV dramas.

But she just felt uneasy; the noodles in her mouth didn't taste good anymore, and the plot on the screen wasn't engaging.

"Ding-dong!"

The familiar, crisp sound rang out again.

It's still in the same spot, and there's still a fallen coin.

"what"

"what"

Yang Biyuan could no longer suppress her fear; this situation was definitely not normal.

"who!?"

"Who's playing a trick on me? Come out here right now, I'm calling the police!"

Yang Biyuan jumped to her feet, backed away in a panic, and took out her phone to call the police.

"Hey! I need to call the police, I've encountered a ghost!"

"what"

"What did you say? You mean I was lying to you?"

"What do you know, you lousy phone operator? Send the police over right now, or I'm going to file a complaint against you!"

"You're the one who's mentally unstable! Your whole family is mentally unstable!"

"what"

"Send someone over here right now! Immediately! Otherwise, I'll file a complaint against you, do you hear me? Do you hear me?!"

After a hysterical outburst and receiving a reply that the police would be dispatched, Yang Biyuan angrily hung up the phone.

"You incomprehensible wretch, you deserve to be a switchboard operator your whole life!"

"I'm going to call and complain about you in a minute!"

Yang Biyuan was determined not to let that operator get away with it.

How dare they say she's mentally unstable? She'll have to make sure they lose their job.

Immersed in revenge, Yang Biyuan didn't notice that the coin on the ground had moved to her feet at some point.

We're getting closer and closer!
(End of this chapter)