The Night of Infinite Madness (29)

Fu Yuanzhong genuinely considered Little Wei's suggestion for a moment.

"She is quite good-looking," he admitted.

Just a bit cold in personality.

"So, any interest?" Little Wei was about to cling to Fu Yuanzhong again when Youyin tugged at her sleeve.

"Mind your behavior," Youyin chided inwardly, slightly annoyed.

Why did she keep throwing herself at men? Had she ever considered her feelings?

Little Wei: ???

What? How was she misbehaving?

What more did they want from her?

"Men and women should maintain propriety."

The moment these words landed, Fu Yuanzhong and Little Wei shot Youyin a strange look.

Damn, where did this old-fashioned relic come from?

It's 2022—what's wrong with a little more bromance?

Though she thought it, Little Wei didn't dare say it aloud. She was afraid of getting scolded by Si, since Sister Si could be quite fierce.

"That may be true, but right now, I don’t have feelings for any girl. These things depend on fate," Fu Yuanzhong said to Little Wei.

"Where do you usually live?" Little Wei pressed.

No problem—if conditions weren’t right, they could create them. Feelings could be nurtured.

"Ah, I’m still looking. I haven’t been down the mountain for long, so I’m staying in a hotel for now. My master told me to spread the teachings of Taoism far and wide. Besides taking on tasks, I also need to find disciples," Fu Yuanzhong replied with a faint smile.

But finding disciples was a matter of fate, and Fu Yuanzhong wasn’t in a hurry.

"How about living across from your place?" Little Wei turned to Youyin.

Youyin understood Little Wei was trying to set up Jiang Chu and Fu Yuanzhong. Though it was a bit reckless, Fu Yuanzhong didn’t seem like a shady person. Having him as a neighbor wouldn’t be bad.

"Is that okay?" Fu Yuanzhong asked Youyin.

He wasn’t picky about where he lived.

Of course, being neighbors with a feng shui master would be beneficial. Their practices differed, and learning more would help refine his skills.

"The unit across is indeed up for sale, but the area we live in is a bit pricey."

Youyin wasn’t looking down on Fu Yuanzhong—it was just that he’d just come down the mountain and likely wasn’t flush with cash.

"That’s not a big issue. I took on a few big jobs after coming down and earned some money," Fu Yuanzhong said with a slight smile.

Hearing this, Youyin had no further objections.

The group soon left the house and bid farewell to the client.

Fu Yuanzhong was an honest man and didn’t ask for a reward, but the client was generous. After inspecting the property, they still gave Fu Yuanzhong 100,000 yuan.

Youyin received a million and accepted it without hesitation—this was Little Wei’s living fund.

The rewards made even Little Wei a little envious.

Damn, she almost wanted to become a feng shui master herself. But the mysteries of metaphysics ran deep, and it wasn’t something one could master overnight.

Plus, ghostly cultivation just felt plain weird.

"Feng shui masters are a lucrative business," Little Wei mused.

Si’s lips twitched. "If you have the skills, you’ll earn even more later."

"Eh, a few million is enough for me. I just need enough to live comfortably for a lifetime," Little Wei said. She wasn’t the greedy type.

"That might not be enough. If you become a god, your needs will be greater."

After all, gods lived long lives.

But then again, becoming a god didn’t necessarily mean spending money. Take Chi Mu—he had no desires, so even if he lazed around for centuries, it wouldn’t bother him.

"Oh, then I’d better hurry up and grind if I want to become a god," Little Wei sighed.

So even gods couldn’t escape the fate of being tools.

Si rubbed her temples but didn’t bother arguing.

The strangest thing right now was that the other host still hadn’t appeared.

And no one could’ve guessed that this host would be completely unexpected.

Because…

He had transmigrated into Zhao Xi’s younger brother—Zhao Hanyu.

Now, he was just a poor, unlucky kid.

Zhao Hanyu glared at the ball on the ground, his face dark.

"System, did the rival company rig this? What kind of garbage identity is this?" Zhao Hanyu was fuming.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"I don’t know either," the system whimpered.

"Others start at the peak, while I’m still stuck in the tutorial zone," Zhao Hanyu grumbled, nearly suffocating from frustration.

He already had a guess about the other host.

He was just plain unlucky.

From the moment he became a host, he’d never received any proper plot introductions—just fragments of memories and tasks to fulfill wishes.

He’d been thrilled about this event since he’d stubbornly completed the last two missions.

But now? This damn world gave him the body of a brat.

The worst part was having a mother who hovered over him constantly.

Zhao Hanyu was beyond annoyed.

"Just endure it. The male and female leads seem normal for now. Your mission is just to kill them, right?" the system soothed.

True. Zhao Xi’s existence was a threat to Zhao Hanyu. In his past life, this innocent younger brother had been schemed to death by Zhao Xi and her simp, Xu Yichen.

If not for a tiny oversight that tipped off the company, he wouldn’t have had a chance to fulfill his wish.

"But I can’t just stay like this, can I?" Zhao Hanyu felt like his prostate was swelling.

At the very least, he should’ve gotten a functional adult body—not a kid’s. What if Zhao Xi strangled him before he even grew up?

Damn it!

The thought made him even more miserable.

"Take it slow. If all else fails, prioritize survival. Even partial completion will earn points. With our current ranking, we’ll still get decent rewards," the system continued consoling the unlucky Zhao Hanyu.

"Fine. I really envy the female host in this world. Why is her luck so much better?" Zhao Hanyu sighed.

He wondered when his streak of bad luck would end.

"There, there. Let’s not compare. Be good!"

The system patiently coaxed Zhao Hanyu.

With such an unlucky host, if it didn’t pamper him, he’d throw tantrums every day.

"In that case, you should move in as soon as possible. Do you need help?"

Jiang Chu watched the previous owner of the opposite unit, who was grinning ear to ear.

What homeowner wouldn’t love a buyer who paid in full?

But…

Why was the buyer some superstitious quack?

Jiang Chu’s lips twitched as he glanced at the ancestor whistling in the living room.

"Ancestor, was this your doing?" Jiang Chu didn’t know what to say.

Though city neighbors weren’t particularly close, living right across meant they’d bump into each other often. Plus, since Fu Yuanzhong was in the same line of work as Youyin, interactions were inevitable.