Xia Dongqing was grief-stricken, lying on the sofa in the living room of the villa with a look of despair on his face, muttering: "Money, money, my money."

Zhao Li, who was standing by, shouted impatiently, "Money! You only care about money. The world is so big, you should think about going out and seeing more!"

"What good will it do to worry about these little things every day?"

Xia Dongqing turned his head and glared at him hatefully, then turned his back to them and continued to sulk.

"Dongqing is amazing." Zheng Wenjie was a little surprised: "I thought you were just a lonely, kind-hearted kid. It's amazing that you can support yourself and pay for your graduate studies."

“I didn’t expect that the money I saved could buy a villa.”

Zhao Li coughed and said, "This villa... is rented for half a month."

Zheng Wenjie said "oh", it was just a joke, even if Xia Dongqing's kidneys were broken, he still couldn't afford the toilet here.

Xia Dongqing sat up and looked at Zheng Wenjie expectantly: "Ajie, do you want to live here too? Look, there are so many rooms here, it won't be a problem for three or four more people to live here."

"Dongqing, this won't do. You can tell from the looks of it that you've never been through the harshness of society! This one!" Ya gestured with both hands, with an excited and welcoming look on her face, and continued in an exaggerated tone.

"He is the great leader of the underworld! With just one word from him, you can be reborn as any rich person you want when you go down to the underworld."

Xia Dongqing shook his head, his lips trembling: "I have worked so hard to save this half month's rent since college. I eat instant noodles every day."

Ignoring Ya's constant glances, Xia Dongqing stared at Zheng Wenjie and said, "Ajie, I don't want any special care after I die."

"Can you subsidize my rent a little bit now?"

Zheng Wenjie nodded sympathetically to Xia Dongqing. Although Xia Dongqing believed that if one person was well fed, the whole family would not be hungry, his only real friends were Zhao Li and Wang Xiaoya.

It turns out that Zhao Li had ulterior motives and approached him in order to protect Chi You, but Ya was even more outrageous. Xia Dongqing's entire family died in the thunder summoned by Ya.

If Zhao Li hadn't rescued him in time, his family would have been wiped out more than ten years ago, and he would not be the only one left.

If Xia Dongqing knew the truth, he would probably collapse completely. The older people get, the more compassionate they tend to be. Seeing Xia Dongqing begging for rent pitifully, Zheng Wenjie couldn't bear it and waved his hand to take out a bundle of banknotes.

"No, where is their rent?" Zheng Wenjie retracted his hand.

"Holly, don't tell me that I'm the only one who pays your rent."

Xia Dongqing looked pitifully at Ya, who acted as if she heard nothing, turned around and ran upstairs, and then looked at Zhao Li, who suddenly convulsed all over and kept saying that he was sick.

Zheng Wenjie naturally took the money back and suggested: "If neither of them wants to give, how can I give it to them as their superior? Why don't we make money together and earn back the rent?"

"That's right! It's easy to make money in the world." Zhao Li said to Xia Dongqing with a smirk on his face.

Xia Dongqing was just trying it out. It would be best if Zheng Wenjie could give it to her, but she wouldn't be particularly disappointed if he couldn't.

“How do we make money?”

Zhao Li stood up quickly and opened his arms exaggeratedly: "Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, come down quickly!"

"Here I come!" Ya turned around and appeared beside Zhao Li, unfolding the small advertisement in her hand, on which Xia Dongqing's portrait and several lines of words were clearly reflected.

"Exorcise the devil! Protect family harmony!"

"Exorcise evil spirits! Keep your body healthy!"

"To predict the future and seize the present, look for Xia Dongqing!"

Xia Dongqing stood up hastily, snatched the yellow paper advertisement from Ya's hand, and clenched it into a ball. He wanted to get angry but couldn't, so he dodged his feet and buried his head on the sofa.

"Don't worry, Dongqing! There will definitely be business coming to our store. I cast a spell last night and have posted posters all over the coastal area. Don't worry!"

Ya took two steps forward, bent over, patted Xia Dongqing on the back and continued, "Dongqing, when we make money, remember to buy me the biggest TV."

Xia Dongqing raised his head with a last hope: "Xiaoya, you didn't post this advertisement inside my college, did you?"

Ya shook her head quickly: "How could I? I'm not a newcomer. I know you humans care about face the most. I think if I were to go to your academy, you would definitely feel embarrassed, so I didn't go."

"That's good." Xia Dongqing has become accustomed to the various actions of these two guys. He has no friends, and now at least he has the pure land of the college, so he will not die socially.

Ya pointed at Zhao Li and said, "Zhao Li is in charge of posting these in your college. Do you remember the senior girl in red that we saved before? And the hanged ghost who was reincarnated in your dormitory?"

"That college is the hardest hit area. My classmate Zhao Li and I have always believed that if we want to make money, we can't let go of the college."

"But I definitely have to take care of Dongqing's reputation, so I asked Zhao Li to post all the stickers, not just the university you attended, but all the university towns!"

Xia Dongqing stared at Ya in a daze, with the corners of his mouth twitching. He pointed at Ya with a trembling finger, then at Zhao Li who had an innocent expression. He really wanted to tilt his head and faint.

"This is intolerable, Zhao Li! Pay me back the rent and I will go back to the dormitory."

Zhao Li's expression changed, and he looked at Xia Dongqing seriously and asked, "Dongqing, do you know what brothers are?" He continued without waiting for Xia Dongqing to reply.

"Brother, there are only two words for that: righteousness!"

Xia Dongqing raised his head and looked at Xia Dongqing with disdain: "Okay, be righteous, then you can return the house."

"The house has been relinquished. Where will we live after the house is relinquished?"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense here." Zheng Wenjie couldn't stand it anymore.

"This is not bad. It can make money and help Zhao Li reach his performance target this year. And the most important thing is Dong Qing."

Zheng Wenjie looked at Xia Dongqing and said calmly, "Don't you want to be resurrected? In addition to the usual search for the ninety-nine and eighty-one evil spirits, wouldn't it be better to give them another way to come to your door?"

"Look, business is coming to you now." Zheng Wenjie raised his eyebrows and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the cell phone in Xia Dongqing's pocket rang.

"Hurry up and answer it, hurry up and answer it, make money to buy a big TV, I want to watch Korean drama Oppa." Ya grabbed Dongqing's arm and shook him. Xia Dongqing looked at the phone and hesitated for a moment, but the real resurrection prevailed.

Xia Dongqing hung up the phone and said to Ya with expectant eyes, "It's the Guanhai Hotel, the only four-star hotel in our city. They said a supernatural incident occurred, and they will tell us more details when we get to the scene."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Zhao Li proudly tossed his hair, changed into a dark suit quickly and elegantly, and waved his hand: "Ajie, let's go! I'll show you how diligently I work!"

"I have been stabbed for Hades, I have shed blood for Hades, and yet these judges are picking on us ferrymen every day just because our performance is not up to standard." Zheng Wenjie sneered, "Among us nearly 10,000 ferrymen, you are the only one whose performance has not met the standard for several consecutive years, and you are still bragging!"

"That's right, Ajie. Zhao Li lives a carefree life every day, driving a big jeep around town. Even the convenience store is run by me alone. As a leader, you should teach him a lesson."

As Xia Dongqing kept complaining, several people got into Zhao Li's big jeep and walked into a large conference room under the guidance of the manager of Guanhai Hotel.

"This is Shan Yijun Hushi from Deshan Tang, and this is Zhang Jie Lin from Haoming Ju, Master Zhang." The manager introduced everyone with a smile.

Zheng Wenjie stretched out his hand and tapped the manager lightly. The smiling manager's eyes widened and he was horrified to find that he couldn't open his mouth to speak.

Zheng Wenjie leaned back in the reception chair and whispered the word "get out". The two charlatans could no longer control their bodies and rolled out of the meeting room.

"Well, Ajie, aren't you going too far?" Xia Dongqing said in a whisper.

"It's not excessive. What's excessive? These con men are swindling people. They steal money and sex. This is just the beginning." Zhao Li didn't care whether they were con men or not. Since Zheng Wenjie had taken action, he would naturally cooperate unconditionally.

Zheng Wenjie snapped his fingers, letting the manager return to normal, and then said directly: "You can transfer the money. I already know the reason why your hotel is haunted. Let's go now."

"So soon? Ajie, do you know everything?"

Zheng Wenjie nodded, smiled at Xia Dongqing and said, "As long as I want, there is nothing I don't know."

"The reason this hotel is haunted is because there is a writer living on the sixth floor. He has written many popular supernatural novels with the inspiration he gets from taking drugs."

Zheng Wenjie raised his hand and pointed at the girl in JK clothes who had just walked into the meeting room. She looked very happy, as if she had seen something interesting.

"The medicine the writer drank is the power in the child's blood. The difference is that the medicine in her blood is alive, while the medicine the writer drank is dead."

"If that's the case, then I understand. No wonder there are no tourists in this hotel now except for one person on the sixth floor." Zhao Li nodded thoughtfully.

"Amber!" Ya looked at the girl, took two steps forward in surprise, and stared at her motionlessly.

"This is Miss Feicui, a very famous psychic on the Internet. I will ask her to leave now." The manager was shocked but also realized that this was the real master, and hurriedly said.

"No, she's not a liar."

Zheng Wenjie patted Zhao Li on the shoulder and said, "Contact us to take all the ghosts hiding here back. This is your jurisdiction. Take a look at what you are doing every day."

"A little dead medicine attracted dozens of ghosts nearby."

Zhao Li sighed: "I just got out of the mental hospital, how can I have the time to clean up the wandering ghosts in the area."

"Who are you?" Feicui looked at the people in front of her in a daze. They were talking to each other for a long time. She was still confused now, especially the woman who kept staring at her.

Zhao Li asked Zheng Wenjie, "Is this woman a pharmacist?"

"But she doesn't seem to know." Zheng Wenjie nodded.

Zhao Li inexplicably felt a little nostalgic: "I haven't seen the pharmacist for a long, long time."

Zheng Wenjie smiled and said to the manager: "We will deal with all the ghosts gathered here today. If you want the hotel to be clean in the future, just drive away the writer on the sixth floor."

"This... Mr. Shu is a very famous writer. He has booked the suite on the sixth floor for many years. Master, can our hotel add 20% of the remuneration and ask you to help Mr. Shu a little more?" The manager said hesitantly.

"Zhao Li?" Zheng Wenjie raised his eyebrows at Zhao Li. Saving people was really not something Zheng Wenjie was good at. He could turn people into zombies, but Zheng Wenjie was too lazy to think about how to save the guy who drank medicine on the sixth floor.

"Medicine is actually from another world. To put it in modern terms, it is the power from different dimensions that has penetrated into our dimension."

Facing everyone's gaze, Zhao Li thought for a moment and said slowly, "Medicine is actually very common, and there are many ways to purify it. We call these lifeless dead medicines "medicine corpses," the corpses of medicines.

"As early as the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, people began to take medicinal corpses. At that time, this thing was called Wushisan, which could make people feel euphoric and have a lot of inspiration."

"But this kind of thing is addictive. Cao Shuang, Marquis of Wu'an in the late Three Kingdoms period, was obsessed with it and relied on it to govern."

"Finally, Sima Yi launched the Gaopingling coup and imprisoned Cao Shuang, who had been completely controlled by the drug corpse. Not long after, his entire family was executed."

Xia Dongqing slapped his forehead and said, "Zhao Li, do you mean that the drug corpse can control people?"

Zhao Li nodded: "That's right. Although the drug corpse is dead, the more people take it, the more their behavior and thinking patterns will be affected by the drug corpse. In the end, the person is no longer the original person."

"I don't have the means to save this kind of person. The only way is her!" Zhao Li pointed at Feicui.

"Only medicine corpses can save people. Thousands of years ago, there was a person who, by some unknown means, subdued a living medicine. Since then, a bloodline has been left in this world. We call them medicine masters."

Ya's eyes followed Feicui all the time. She stretched out her hand with longing to touch Feicui's cheek, but Feicui dodged her.

"what are you up to?"

Ya came back to her senses, smiled apologetically and said, "You look exactly like someone I used to know. Her name is Amber."

Feicui crossed her arms and looked at Ya thoughtfully, then looked at the manager and said, "In other words, your hotel wants to keep Mr. Shu as a customer."

"And now I am the only one who can help your hotel, so I want the same reward as him. If you agree, I will save him. If not, I will leave now."

The manager looked at Feicui with a wry smile and said, "Ms. Feicui, the headquarters only gave us one budget and we can't take out more. How can this work?"

"Twenty percent of the masters' remuneration will be given to Miss Feicui, what do you think?"

Feicui looked at Zheng Wenjie and the others with a sigh, and finally nodded reluctantly: "Okay, since you know my family inside and out, I will be merciful and help you this time."

Zhao Li's eyelids were twitching. It was rare to see someone who dared to be so arrogant in front of them. He was about to open his mouth to insult him back, but was stopped by Xia Dongqing, who already knew Zhao Li's character well.

Since Feicui has already agreed, what if Zhao Li loses his temper because of his foul mouth? Human life is at stake here.

Zheng Wenjie looked at Xia Dongqing and smiled. It was really rare. As an orphan, he had seen all kinds of dead ghosts since he was a child, which led to his withdrawn and gloomy personality. He had never made many friends since he was a child.

If most people were Xia Dongqing, they would have become perverted and taken revenge on society, or been driven into mental illness.

It's no wonder that Zhao Li and Ya felt sympathy for him as he is still so innocent and kind.

Forget about Zhao Li, after all, he is there to protect Xia Dongqing until the Chi You in his body wakes up.

Ya's mission is to stop Chi You, but she still can't bring herself to kill Xia Dongqing. (End of this chapter)