Chapter 360: with translation of chapter title

Lin Meng had already returned from the weird world by deep night.

White God didn't disappoint her; in just a few days he cleared all the weirdness from a small part of the weird city and gathered many souls for Lin Meng.

Now this Nine-Eyed Heavenly Pearl feels cool to the touch, and wearing it close to the body clearly brings a chill.

Lin Meng, wary of so many souls inside, immediately went in the dark to the room where she worshipped her grandfather's tablet, burning three sticks of incense and a small handful of silver ingots for him.

After the ventilation system ran for a while and confirmed there was no smoke smell in the house, Lin Meng then returned to her room to pray that her grandfather would come in a dream tonight.

She closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.

Grandfather seemed to have an understanding with Lin Meng as well; upon burning paper money he guessed his granddaughter was looking for him, and he came in a dream that very night.

"Little Meng, do you need something from Grandfather?"

Lin Meng opened the door and saw the mountain, then immediately handed the Nine-Eyed Heavenly Pearl to her grandfather and said:

"Please quickly figure out how to take the souls out of this; otherwise I dare not carry this pearl on my person."

Who knows if the souls inside will run out; if they scattered into the real world, she would be a sinner for all ages.

Hearing this, Grandfather was startled, then his face lit up with delight as he reached out to take the Nine-Eyed Heavenly Pearl.

"So you're bringing this to give to Grandfather, huh? I knew it—my good granddaughter is always generous; she wouldn't burn just a little paper money."

Lin Meng: "?"

Grandfather examined the Nine-Eyed Heavenly Pearl with great interest, then his old eyes suddenly widened, and he jumped up from his chair in shock.

"Good heavens, good granddaughter, did you go slaughter a city? How do you have so many souls?"

Moreover, the quality of these souls is quite high; they are top-grade!

Grandfather immediately stared at Lin Meng in shock; to gather this many souls, one would have to go to some terribly frightening place, right?

Seeing this, Lin Meng spread her hands and said:

"Grandfather, I naturally don't have this ability myself for now, but I made a deal with someone, and these souls were obtained by him for me."

Before Grandfather had finished being shocked, Lin Meng then hit him with another bombshell.

"By the way, Grandfather, from now on I'll outsource the task of gathering souls; the amount will definitely be more than if I helped you myself, and that will basically be the situation—Grandfather, do you think it's enough?"

Lin Meng knew that her grandfather was now a demon cultivator—no, a ghost cultivator—who needed souls to cultivate.

But with so many souls, can Grandfather swallow them all?

It should be enough, right?

Grandfather came to his senses from the shock; one could see he was barely suppressing a smile, yet he maintained his composure in front of Lin Meng.

Grandfather stroked his beard, which had grown long at some point, adopting an air of old-master nonchalance, and nodded at Lin Meng, saying:

"It's enough, for now it's enough, good granddaughter; your method is quite good. This way, I, your grandfather, will truly be able to soar thanks to you."

Upon hearing the words "for now it's enough," Lin Meng felt an uneasy tune automatically start playing in her heart.

It seems Grandfather really has secrets in the underworld; money is never enough to spend, like a bottomless pit.

Now even the souls used for cultivation, Grandfather isn't satisfied with; he wants even more.

Could it be that the underworld is unsettled, and they're at war?

What exactly is Grandfather doing for a living in the underworld? Why not just ask him?

"Grandfather, tell me honestly, what exactly are you doing in the underworld? This time you'd better not try to brush me off, or I won't burn paper money for you."

Upon hearing this, Grandfather became so angry he blew his beard and stared.

His granddaughter seems suspicious; if he doesn't speak some truth now, he's afraid they'll truly have to endure those dire days of being unable to open the pot.

So Grandfather took a deep breath and said to Lin Meng:

"It's not that Grandfather doesn't want to tell you; it's that even if I told you here, you would forget once you wake up."

Lin Meng was startled, but quickly replied:

"I don't care; even if I will truly forget, you still have to tell me—at least I need to know now."

Grandfather had no choice; he could only come clean to Lin Meng.

"Well, I'm not entirely clear on the specifics, but I know that several major prefects of the underworld are vying for power and influence; now the whole underworld is in chaotic times. I unexpectedly became a ghost cultivator, and my cultivation talent is not bad either. I thought that since I didn't accomplish anything great in life, after death I should at least raise my head and let out a sigh of relief!"

Lin Meng: "……"

"And what about that five million debt?"

Grandfather glanced at Lin Meng guiltily.

"Saying this might sound weird, but you must believe Grandfather; if I say that back then I had a dream, dreaming that if I borrowed five million, I would thereafter forever have savings far exceeding five million, would you believe it?"

Grandfather's words left Lin Meng speechless.

Should I believe it? Can I believe it?

Which normal person would, because of a dream, throw caution to the wind and borrow five million outright?!

That's not five thousand, nor fifty thousand, it's five million, my grandfather!

Seeing his granddaughter's speechless expression, Grandfather gave an embarrassed laugh and said:

"To some extent, this dream really didn't deceive me; it's just a pity that the wealth came too late—I only got to experience what it's like to have over a hundred million in assets after I was already in the ground."

Lin Meng truly didn't know what to say.

In any case, this debt crisis has long been resolved, and she has indeed, thanks to her unreliable grandfather, achieved a turnaround against fate.

As for other matters, probing deeper would be meaningless.

Lin Meng sent her grandfather off to quickly extract the souls from the Nine-Eyed Heavenly Pearl; when she woke up from her sleep, it was already approaching noon the next day.

That sleep was long enough; Lin Meng shook her somewhat groggy head, tried to recall the situation of her grandfather's dream from last night, and found that her memory indeed stopped at the point where he said she would forget.

What Grandfather does in the underworld appears to be a secret; at least, Lin Meng while awake cannot recall it.

Oh well, let the old man do whatever he likes; let him go as he pleases.

The Nine-Eyed Heavenly Pearl hasn't been handed back to White God for now; those many souls should be enough for Grandfather to consume for a while.

A few days later, an unexpected visitor arrived at the door, someone Lin Meng never could have imagined.

When Aunt saw Xie Zhiyun pressing the doorbell, she instinctively became alert and did not open the door right away.

"Who are you looking for?"

The aunt shouted from inside the door, and Xie Zhiyun gritted her teeth, trying to stay as calm as possible.

"Hello, I'm here to visit Lin Meng."

The aunt looked at the image on the video intercom, her brows slightly furrowed.

This woman knows Xiao Meng, but her attire is too strange—she's wrapped up tightly from head to toe, wearing big sunglasses, and behaving sneakily, which is not normal.

Lin Cuihua still didn't open the door, but instead said:

"Please wait a moment."

At that moment, Lin Meng was in the basement training room, and she quickly received a message from the aunt.

The aunt captured the image on camera, and Lin Meng immediately recognized that sneaky figure as Xie Zhiyun.

This woman is surprisingly well-informed, having managed to find out her address.

Showing up at this time, it's most likely because of the blacklisting matter.

Lin Meng furrowed her brows, got up, and went to the front door, but when she opened it, there was no sign of Xie Zhiyun.

"Where is the person?"

Lin Cuihua also looked puzzled, "Strange, she was clearly just here."

Lin Meng didn't let it go; instead, she pulled up the front-door surveillance.

As it turned out, while Lin Meng was leaving the basement and heading upstairs, Xie Zhiyun was taken away by a group of suit-clad bodyguards, almost silently.