Shocking! A master of metaphysics has been mind-reading!

Upon hearing this, Lu Qiu had a bad feeling, while Du Yun was still in a daze.

Zhou Xingwang lived up to Xia Wange's expectations; as soon as he finished speaking, he exploded, splattering his limbs everywhere.

After a full three seconds of breathing, the entire office was filled with howling and wailing.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! What the hell is this? Holy shit! This thing is a monster! My God! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Aaaaaah! Aaaaah!"

Du Yun was practically huddled in his chair.

It has been proven that people are language-impaired when they are in a state of extreme fear.

Lu Qiu closed his eyes, and while Du Yun was screaming, he slowly released the breath that was stuck in his throat, then picked up the cup and took a sip of water.

Holy crap.

Although it lacks flesh and soft tissue, existing only in a soul state, the thrill of a ghost suddenly exploding in front of you...

Holy crap.

"alright."

Xia Wange waved her hand, and Zhou Xingwang returned to normal. He looked at Du Yun's scream and scratched his head, "Sorry, I died in a rather ugly way."

The other person was so polite that Du Yun, who was a social terrorist, suddenly had his desire to communicate overcome his fear. He tried to control his expression and forced a smile, "You, you're quite polite, uh, hello, hello, please don't be so polite, I won't look good when I die."

Zhou Xingwang was stunned for a moment, then swayed left and right. "No, no, no, you'll definitely look better when you die than I do. I fell from a great height and exploded like a watermelon. Most people don't experience that kind of death."

Now that they could talk, Du Yun wasn't so afraid. He was afraid of things he couldn't talk about. "Hey, what are you saying? Do you think I'm an ordinary person? Don't worry, when I die, I'll definitely be no worse off than you. I'll let you know then."

Zhou Xingwang blinked. "Uh, I should have already been reincarnated by the time you died."

"Alright, when you're about to be reincarnated, just tell me, and I'll make sure you get a grand and glorious experience."

Xia Wange walked behind Lu Qiu, gently patted his shoulder, and then pointed at Du Yun, "Has he always been like this?"

"Well, people used to say that he could speak human language to human beings and ghost language to ghosts. At that time, I thought it was an exaggeration, but now it seems to be documentary literature," Lu Qiu said calmly.

"How is it? Can you handle this kind of horror? You're likely to encounter this kind of thing in the future." Xia Wange squatted down in front of Lu Qiu, looking him in the eye, trying not to miss a single expression.

Lu Qiu stared at her intently and said seriously, "Xia Wange, no matter how scary these things are, nothing is scarier than finding out that your legs have inexplicably lost feeling."

Xia Wange blinked, and after putting herself in his shoes, she could understand his feelings.

He was born into a privileged family, yet inexplicably became disabled. If he had been born into hardship, such an experience would seem to be expected. But Lu Qiu was different; his suffering was caused by his noble destiny.

When things reach their lowest point, they begin to improve; when things reach their peak, they begin to decline.

"Okay, I'll let you know first from now on," Xia Wange said solemnly.

Not long after she finished speaking, Xia Wange appeared in front of Lu Qiu with a grim face, gritting her teeth, "Boss, didn't you say you weren't afraid?! Why am I suddenly plagued by bad luck?!"

She was punished because the ghost frightened the chosen one, even though it was exactly what the chosen one wanted to see.

This is unbelievable! Is there any place in this world where reason is even possible?

Lu Qiu, having just wiped the cold sweat from her palms, looked up blankly. "Huh? What? I'm not really scared. Bad luck? Here's a bracelet; you should have a way to get rid of it, right?"

Looking at the perfectly maintained white jade bracelet in her hand, and the rich purple aura surrounding it, Xia Wange's already waning anger dissipated by more than half.

The chosen one, not to be trifled with.

Zhou Xingwang still needs to nurture his soul to recover the arm he tore off, so Xia Wange let him possess a small person's body to slowly recover. Also, considering that the two had known each other, she decided that once his soul was fully recovered, she would help him choose an auspicious day to be reincarnated.

Actually, his ashes could have been left unscattered, but Zhou Xingwang seemed to have developed a psychological trauma, firmly hoping that all his flesh and blood could completely disappear from the world, leaving only his own soul behind.

Du Yun had a general understanding of what kind of life Zhou Xingwang lived before his death. Based on the principle of "no fear, no friendship," he decided to send Zhou Xingwang's ashes first, so that he could be more familiar with the process when sending his soul next time.

So after get off work, a few people made plans to go to the river to scatter ashes after dark.

Cao Niannian naturally followed, saying that she and Zhou Xingwang were, after all, bound by a life-or-death bond.

As dusk falls, the moon hangs high, dappled shadows fall on the trees, and insects and animals chirp and sing.

Lu Qiu's physical condition was not suitable for getting close to such things, so he waited not far away. Du Yun was worried and stayed by his side.

Xia Wange placed the urn by the river, stuck an incense stick in the ground beside it with one hand, and Zhou Xingwang slowly appeared amidst the smoke of the incense.

"Let's say goodbye," Xia Wange said softly.

Looking at his own ashes, Zhou Xingwang's spirit, which should have been ethereal, seemed somewhat sad. "There's not much to say goodbye to. I just hope that in my next life I can be born into a normal family, with loving parents and a harmonious home. They will respect my thoughts, wait for me to grow up, and treat me as an independent person."

Wearing gloves, Cao Niannian and Xia Wange evenly scattered the ashes into the river. Looking at the things floating on the surface, she whispered, "What should have been the most ordinary family life has become a luxury that many people can never achieve even in their death."

Xia Wange remained silent until all the ashes in the jar were scattered out, then she spoke: "It will be alright."

Cao Niannian stood up and said, "Master Xia, I've received my salary. I'd like to pay you in installments. I'll transfer two thousand to you first, and I'll transfer more next time I have the money."

Xia Wange frowned and said, "No..."

"Sister Xia, please don't refuse," Cao Niannian said with utmost seriousness. "My life is also very valuable, so I should spend money on my own life."

Xia Wange looked at her, her gaze firm and earnest, her moist pupils shimmering with moonlight.

Yes, her life is very valuable.

Although her family didn't care about her and only treated her as her brother's ATM.

But her life is very valuable.

Because she cherishes herself.

"Cao Niannian, come work for me?" Xia Wange said. "I happen to need someone to watch the shop. As long as I'm here, I'll definitely be able to pay you your salary. Hmm, even if I'm gone, I'll still pay you. Oh, and there's another benefit: if you die but still want to work, I can still pay you."

Seeing that this was over, Du Yun, who was pushing Lu Qiu over, happened to hear this sentence and was immediately stunned.

Welfare?

Is this a benefit?

Even if someone becomes a ghost, you still drag them to work. Is that some kind of perk?