Chapter 707: Chapter 707: Asking the Immortals in the Underworld (1)
Chuzheng opened her eyes and found herself lying in her own room.
Back again?
What the hell is that bastard up to?
Chuzheng turned her head to look around the room.
A robot stood on a table not far away, with bottles glowing dimly on it.
“Master,” the robot called out to her in a childish voice, tilting its head. “You’re awake.”
Chuzheng rolled over and sat up. “How long have I slept?”
“One day and three hours,” the robot walked a couple of steps on the table. “There is an abnormal order that needs to be dealt with.”
The robot projected the holographic display.
The red exclamation marks on the page were particularly conspicuous.
[Abnormal order, remaining processing ti 04:36:29]
Chuzheng emotionlessly clicked on the abnormal order, and a heap of information sprang up.
[Lan Lvyi: What kind of scam shop is this? Selling so expensive, but only a single incense stick upon receipt?]
[Lan Lvyi: You must clarify this for , it’s consur fraud.]
[Lan Lvyi: Don’t play dead, you definitely saw it. If you dare, respond and let’s reason it out!]
Chuzheng swiftly scrolled to the last ssage.
[Lan Lvyi: Scamr, reported! Wait for your shop to be shut down!]
Chuzheng flipped through it, this Lan Lvyi had bought incense in the shop and burst out after realizing that she had only received one stick upon delivery.
[Yellow Springs Road: Our shop sells incense by the stick, is there a problem?]
You don’t read the description clearly.
My fault is it?
I’m not carrying this bla!
[Lan Lvyi: Huh! Scamr, you finally ca online!]
[Lan Lvyi: Refund!]
[Yellow Springs Road: Absolutely no refunds.]
Chuzheng sent a screenshot of the detail page and the four bloody ‘absolutely no refunds’ from the hopage.
[Lan Lvyi: !!!]
[Lan Lvyi: You’re pretty arrogant, aren’t you? Have you no conscience? Selling a single stick of incense for such a high price, then cheating consurs, on top of that your attitude is appalling!!]
[Yellow Springs Road: Go ahead, report .]
Chuzheng exited the chat interface and clicked to refuse processing the abnormal order; the page returned to the shop’s hopage.
The words Yellow Springs Road were identical to those on the sign outside.
Below them, a line of tiny text—Everything arises, Yellow Springs Road.
The row of characters was very small and almost illegible.
Chuzheng closed the page.
Chuzheng opened the front door, making eye contact with the paper effigy at the entrance, its hair in an upturned braid and face painted bright with Gao Yuanhong, its large red lips disturbingly conspicuous in the darkness.
Chuzheng slamd the door shut and went downstairs from another side.
When she opened the door, the outside was bustling with vibrant nightlife.
The uncle from the neighboring shop saw her co out and made a surprised sound, “Girl, what’s been with you lately? Everything okay?”
Chuzheng shook her head.
The uncle didn’t think much of it, as Chuzheng’s hours were always irregular. After exchanging a couple of words with Chuzheng, he attended to his custors.
Chuzheng, dressed in an oversized T-shirt tucked into her shorts, stood at the shop entrance wearing flip-flops, looking like a delinquent girl.
The robot clattered over, facing so difficulty with the high threshold, it stared at its short legs and took a while to huff and puff its way up.
“Master, what are you looking at?”
The robot looked up at its master, who lood far above.
Chuzheng was staring up at the sky with an indescribable expression.
Without receiving a reply from Chuzheng, the robot also tilted its head, looking around and kept analyzing the weather forecast until a half month later, still being ignored by Chuzheng, the robot felt aggrieved.
Chuzheng stood like a door guardian for a while, then Hu Shuo suddenly appeared in her field of vision.
“Miss Chuzheng, you’re finally here,” Hu Shuo rushed over, his face fraught with urgency. “There’s trouble at the estate again, please co with to have a look.”
Hu Shuo had co by yesterday, knocking for a long ti without anyone answering.
This damn thing had barely been a day, and she was already starting to breach the contract!
Professor Su said she lacked a spirit of contract, and he couldn’t be more right.
Asking her to protect her own husband was simply a wrong decision.
If it hadn’t been for Professor Su introducing her, Hu Shuo would have sued her by now!
Chuzheng glanced at him, her icy gaze made Hu Shuo’s scalp tingle.
“I’m going to change my clothes.”
Chuzheng dropped this line and turned to go inside.
The robot glanced at Hu Shuo and clattered after Chuzheng. When it reached the door, it tripped over the high threshold and fell upside down.
The robot climbed up pitifully, transford back into a glass ball, and rolled into the corner.
Hu Shuo: “…”
Chuzheng’s door was left open, seemingly inviting Hu Shuo in at his leisure.
Hu Shuo waited outside for a while.
Chuzheng didn’t co down for a long ti, and as he paced back and forth, he cautiously peeked inside.
Not seeing the papier-mâché figure that gave him nightmares, he moved further inside.
But just as he stepped in, he turned his head and saw the papier-mâché figure standing behind the door.
Hu Shuo recoiled in fright.
The papier-mâché figure was turned away from him, and the text on the paper stuck to its back had changed—Exclusive, for display, do not touch.
For…for display?
No!
Who in their right mind would want to display that thing!
Hu Shuo instinctively looked up at the ceiling where he had seen the other papier-mâché figure before, but it was gone.
Is this a pair?
Where did the one I saw last ti go?!
Hu Shuo felt his scalp prickle and quickly retreated to wait outside.
Chuzheng ca down dressed in a new outfit—still looking like a street gangster, a disruptive girl, in Hu Shuo’s eyes.
–
The estate, shrouded in the night, resembled a primordial beast.
Hu Shuo led Chuzheng inside.
“Miss Chuzheng.”
Hu Shuo and Chuzheng both ca to a halt and looked to the side.
The man rose from the sofa and nodded politely to Hu Shuo.
“Professor Su,” Hu Shuo was surprised, “when did you get here?”
“Just now,” Su Tiyue said, “I didn’t expect you to be out.”
“I went to fetch Miss Chuzheng,” Hu Shuo said, feeling very tired.
Su Tiyue walked over, pushing the gold-rimd glasses up his nose, almost seeing the gentleness in his eyes: “Miss Chuzheng, I hope you are well.”
“Putting on an act,” Chuzheng said coldly, sweeping her eyes over him and walking upstairs.
Su Tiyue: “…”
Hu Shuo didn’t understand. Did these two have a bad relationship?
Su Tiyue didn’t speak and followed Chuzheng upstairs. Hu Shuo scratched his head and hurriedly followed.
Hu Shuo opened the door to the room with the ga pod.
“There was a connection issue with the gentleman’s ga pod, luckily I discovered it in ti,” Hu Shuo pulled up the room’s surveillance: “There’s nothing strange in the surveillance, as if the ga pod’s connection broke on its own.”
And the robot that was supposed to be guarding here, for so reason, had left at that ti.
Everything was shrouded in eeriness.
“Miss Zheng, are there really ghosts in this world?”
“Guilty conscience,” Chuzheng said, stepping on a chair in the room to reach for a bulge on top: “We live in a law-abiding society, the age of science, stop spreading feudal superstition.”
Hu Shuo: “…”
But aren’t those things you’re selling just representative of feudal superstition?!
What face do you have to say that to with such a straight face?
And what are you touching up there anyway!?
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