Chapter 150: 150 The machine is right there, operate it yourself

150 The machine is right there, operate it yourself.

"Only credit, no sale?" the man said, puzzled.

Tushan Jiu: "Hmm, the knife of the credit person is taken out with a prophecy; payment is collected only when the prophecy comes true."

The man understood. "Prophecy? What can you predict?"

Tushan Jiu looked at his eyes and lightly said, "Naturally it's a prophecy about future events, or perhaps what you most want to know right now."

What you most want to know right now!

The man suddenly felt as if enlightened, realizing he currently dares not gamble, so he can turn to metaphysics!

How could he not have thought of that!

"Credit, I'll take one on credit!" Suddenly the man thought of something and was about to ask again.

But Tushan Jiu seemed to anticipate his question and directly said, "The compensation is within what you can bear."

Upon hearing that, the man finally relaxed; if it's within his bearing, then it's fine.

Their conversation wasn't quiet, and many passing elders gathered around.

Tushan Jiu was already used to it; gawking is human nature.

Just like when she heard the argument earlier, her first reaction was to look up.

Moreover, this man himself carries a crowd; after just finishing a fight, wherever he walks people will glance at him an extra time.

Tushan Jiu bent down, picked up the kitchen knife and handed it over, saying: "The transaction is preliminarily achieved; the red apricot has gone over the wall, borne a fruit, fruit bears fruit, not like a fruit, the grandmother's karmic bond leaves this pattern."

As soon as she said that, everyone looked at the man.

Even the man himself sucked in a breath of cold air.

Is this really that melodramatic?

The infidelity isn't his wife's, but his mother's?

If what she said is all true, then it means he is not his father's son, and his biological father is fair-skinned, maybe with double eyelids and big eyes?

In an instant, the man was somewhat dumbfounded.

He indeed doesn't resemble his father; one could say not at all.

But he resembles his mother, at least seventy percent.

So for all these years, no one has suspected anything.

He stood stunned for a full minute.

Just when everyone thought he would get excited and flare up again.

Only to see the man suddenly laugh.

"It's fine, as long as my son is mine; as for whose son I am, that's a matter for the previous generation."

The man took a deep breath; after figuring it out, he relaxed, lifted his head, and straightened his back.

Everyone simultaneously made the expression of an old subway rider looking at his phone, truly not understanding.

Is he letting go, or not?

The man felt many gazes, shrugged, and said: "What I said isn't wrong; investigating whose son I am should be my father's worry; besides, if I don't say it, who would know? You don't even know who my father is."

The crowd: "What he says makes a lot of sense."

The man held the kitchen knife in his hand, took out his phone and said to Tushan Jiu: "Leave contact info; I'll verify this with my mother; if what you say is true, I'll transfer you however much you ask."

Just then, Tushan Jiu's phone rang; it was a location sent by Li Nanqing.

She opened it and saw that driving to this park would take half an hour.

The timing is just right to go now.

Tushan Jiu bent down, scooped up the remaining two knives, put them in her bag, and told the man: "No need for contact info; after you verify, I'll come to collect payment myself."

Having said that, she lifted her foot and left.

She left the surrounding people staring at each other.

That man also watched Tushan Jiu's back, murmuring mysteriously: "She doesn't even know my address; where would she go to ask for payment?"

Goodbye, Jing Hangcheng; he also wasn't very spirited.

Tushan Jiu could guess the reason.

It's because of his yin-yang eye.

After all, when he was at home, those little ghosts were around, and the surrounding wandering souls had already been devoured clean.

The same was true in the mental hospital.

But outside is different.

In this world, many people die every day.

Ghosts are everywhere.

However, there is a way to resolve this.

Go to the office to register, and seal the yin-yang eye; that'll do it.

But she needs to report this first; after review, naturally the office staff will go to his home to seal his yin-yang eye.

Of course, this also depends on personal willingness.

Tushan Jiu said this, but she didn't mention the Underworld's Yang-world Office affairs; she only said she had colleagues who could seal the yin-yang eye, and asked Jing Hangcheng whether he wanted it sealed.

Jing Hangcheng naturally welcomed it.

Even if he had to lose all his wealth, he would seal that damned yin-yang eye.

That was the beginning of his nightmare.

Li Nanqing's eyes were red as she thanked Tushan Jiu.

She never imagined that back then she only looked at Tushan Jiu and her companions, thinking they were young and could use a little care.

Back then, the scumbag she met was also someone she gave a knife on credit to, which left her with a little interest; later she discovered the truth.

At that time, she was already very grateful to Tushan Jiu.

As it turned out, Tushan Jiu gave her so much help again many years later.

She didn't know how to thank her.

All we can say is that, if Tushan Jiu ever needs help in the future, they will surely spare no effort to stand behind her and support her.

The payment has been received, and Li Nanqing's account is settled.

When the money arrived in the account, Tushan Jiu sensed the disappearance of Li Nanqing's name from the ledger.

Not bad, she's really been 'only incoming, no outgoing' lately—the ledger adds pages every day, and finally it decreased by one page.

After eating, Tushan Jiu headed back to the central city.

She went straight to the office.

First, she sent Zhou Hao's ex-girlfriend over; second, she reported the matter concerning Jing Hangcheng.

Upon arriving at the Nan Cheng office, as soon as she entered the building, she felt the atmosphere was off.

Everyone inside was rushing about, very busy.

This scene was a bit like when that ape kingdom tribe broke out last time.

Tushan Jiu went to the reception desk.

Here, the position is basically fixed except for shift rotations; other times it's set.

Today it's still that same girl from last time.

After coming a few times, Tushan Jiu also learned her name—she is Zhou Yilan.

"Lan Lan, I'm here to hand over a female ghost, and by the way report a case that needs to seal the Technique."

Zhou Yilan looked up upon hearing Tushan Jiu's voice: "Xiao Jiu, sure, I'm organizing files; the machine is over there, you operate it yourself—just consider it getting familiar with the work ahead."

Now everyone in the office knows that Tushan Jiu will be taking the exam early next year.

They consider her ability a sure thing, and besides, she comes almost every other day, which is about the same frequency as the field staff coming to work.

Thus, regarding her, just like with colleagues, they do things themselves to make ends meet.

Tushan Jiu nodded; following the procedure, the office machine's extraction of ghost power is completely different from their manual extraction.

But Tushan Jiu has watched it many times, so she naturally knows the operating procedure.

First, use the machine to scan her Item; inside, what kind of ghost it is becomes clear.

The information appeared on the computer; she didn't sit down, but placed one hand on the tabletop and used the other to click the mouse to confirm the information.

Then she placed the talisman on another machine and clicked to extract ghost power for exchange.

It will display the exchanger's input identity name.

She entered the three characters 'Tushan Jiu'.

She clicked confirm again.

A 'ding' notification sound.

The Item vanished, and the machine suddenly produced three differently colored stick-like lollipops.