Chapter 192

192 You guys, the underworld isn't going to go bankrupt, right?

"You said the Poor Kid ran away?"

Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu both nodded.

Tushan Jiu looked incredulous. "You guys, the underworld isn't going to go bankrupt, right? It's not like you lose a ghost today and another tomorrow."

The two ghosts were choked by her words.

Fan Wujiu's black face showed no red; he scratched his head and said, "This time it's our two brothers' mistake. That kid got into watching those overbearing CEO short dramas, became a bit anti-rich, and slipped out while we were opening the ghost gate."

Xie Bian also hurriedly agreed: "Yeah, you know, that kid is so skinny and weak, he can slip through any gap like a loach, disappearing in a puff of smoke, really hard to catch, so......"

"So, you wanted to come find me to borrow a knife, to have me go catch the Poor God back." Tushan Jiu took over his unfinished words.

The two ghosts nodded again.

Tushan Jiu was speechless: "Two Underworld officials, he's the Poor God—poor, god—no matter what, he's still a god. You think I have how much ability, and still can be considered a god? No borrowing—I can't borrow even a bit."

No matter how divine divination is, there are things it cannot calculate.

One is things closely related to oneself; the second is those blessed by heavenly destiny, the great fortune-bearers.

Actually there's also one thing they cannot calculate: gods.

Come on, she's a mortal—how could she calculate a god?

Xie Bian'an and Fan Wujiu exchanged a glance, then coaxed: "Little Jiu, by seniority you should call us uncle; won't you help with this?"

Tushan Jiu opened her mouth to refuse again.

But Fan Wujiu quickly followed Xie Bian'an's words, saying: "We can apply to the superiors for a five-point reward; otherwise we could go find Xiang Yichu—although he can't calculate it, he should be able to catch the poor child by other means."

The two of them spoke while glancing at Tushan Jiu.

The usually cold-faced Black and White Impermanence, in order to get Tushan Jiu to agree, went all out.

As expected, when Tushan Jiu heard about the five-point reward, her heart stirred.

After all, she had just been docked four points because of those two female ghosts; although the notice hasn't come down, her grandfather said it, so it's definitely not going to escape.

Right now, as long as she catches this poor ghost, she can not only earn back the four points deducted but also gain an extra point—why not?

Although she can't calculate that Poor God, he must have come out for a purpose; as long as there's a purpose, it's easy to handle.

She wouldn't beat around the bush; thinking five points was too little, she wanted a bit more, and directly quoted: "Six points."

Fan Wujiu: "Deal, take the knife."

Tushan Jiu was dumbfounded—could this really be done like that?

Her grandfather didn't say that every position in the underworld requires an application for permission? So she asked for an extra one, thinking she'd have to work under them in the future; if they really don't have permission, then those five points are just five points.

As a result, they actually agreed so readily?

If I had known, I would have said ten points—then I would have directly passed the passing line!

Regret!

But the words are already out; in business one must keep faith.

She resentfully produced a large cleaver and threw it to Fan Wujiu.

Dark and grim, he's just the worst, utterly wicked!

Fan Wujiu took the knife: "The deal is preliminarily done; we'll be waiting for your good news—hurry up."

Tushan Jiu glanced at him: "You stole my line!"

Fan Wujiu and Xie Bian'an burst out laughing together, feeling that this little girl of the Tushan family is truly too amusing—no wonder everyone in the Tushan family praises her.

I really look forward to working together in the future.

After the two ghosts disappeared, Tushan Jiu finally entered deep sleep.

Who can be like her, sleeping and still able to borrow a knife to go out?

The next morning, after waking up, she sat cross-legged on the bed in a daze, thinking about where the poor child could go.

Yesterday Xie Bian'an said he watched tycoon short dramas and grew to resent the wealthy.

Then he would inevitably go mess with the rich.

In Nan Cheng, whose family is the wealthiest?

The answer speaks for itself—it must be the Xie Family.

But unfortunately, Xie Shiyu's fortune is too strong; although the poor child is a god, the Poor God is like the Misfortune God—they won't go near someone like that.

So he probably won't come looking for Xie Shiyu, meaning she can't just wait by the stump for a rabbit.

Tushan Jiu, thinking, got up from the bed to wash up.

As the cold water just hit her face, she suddenly paused.

She was making things a bit complicated.

Since the poor child wants to vent, his movements won't be small.

So as long as we have Xie Shiyu help notice—who's recently about to go bankrupt, or whose capital chain has suddenly broken, or big projects have fallen through, etc.

Or if the poor child's manifestation isn't his true form, he would surely possess someone else.

People all have behavioral habits, and gods are no exception.

And his behavioral habits... are hard to put into words.

That way the scope can be narrowed, and the target becomes easier to find.

Tushan Jiu sped up her washing up, and after finishing she went to find Xie Shiyu.

When Xie Shiyu heard the two words "Poor God," he suddenly recalled an ancient rumor.

Folklore says the Poor God is the son of an ancient emperor; from birth he was extremely frail and short, and after gaining awareness he liked wearing tattered clothes; even if given new clothes, he would soon tear them or burn holes in them and wear them anyway.

Moreover, although he is a prince, he only likes to eat thin porridge and gnaw on pickled vegetable chunks.

After his death, people called him the Poor God.

People, to commemorate him, also on the day of his death made congee, discarded torn clothes, and used willow branches to make boats and such, holding a ceremony to send him off.

Over time, people came to call that ceremony "sending off the Poor God".

Xie Shiyu agreed, "This is simple; I'll have Li's assistant arrange a secretary shortly to focus on this matter, just as you said, and I also suspect his movements won't be minor."

Tushan Jiu sighed helplessly, "I've lived for several thousand years, yet I'm still like a child."

Xie Shiyu rubbed her head, picked up his phone to call Li's assistant.

But he hadn't even placed the call yet when Tushan Jiu's phone rang first.

She glanced at it; the screen showed Xie Jingting.

Tushan Jiu and Xie Shiyu exchanged a glance; Xie Jingting had returned to school to stay last night and wasn't at home.

Moreover, at this time, given his character, he hardly ever stays out without needing to get up early; he shouldn't be lounging in bed in the dorm, so why would he call her?

Carrying these doubts, Tushan Jiu answered the phone.

The other end spoke extremely softly to Tushan Jiu: "Sister-in-law, I suspect Wang Xin has gone crazy from dieting; he's sitting on his bed cutting clothes and pants with scissors; when you last lent him the knife, did the prophecy also include this?"