Let's Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Dispel the Evil Spirit (5)
Dongfu City.

Following the original host’s memories, Chuzheng returned home.

The original host’s parents died early, so she grew up with her cousin who treated her not well but not poorly, never neglecting her.

When the original host came of age, her cousin gave her the parents’ house, and the whole family went abroad, never contacting her again.

Having been made to disappear by Murong Yi and Tang Yiyue, no one looked for the original host.

The house, uninhabited for a year, was covered with a thick layer of dust.

In the photo on the wall, the original host was happily leaning against Murong Yi, smiling.

When Chuzheng found Murong Yi, he was dining with Tang Yiyue, the man handsome and the woman beautiful, a truly pleasing sight.

Both wore wedding rings on their fingers.

That ring was the one the original host had picked out with Murong Yi.

These two sure had the gall.

Chuzheng propped up her chin, watching them and pondering… how to do away with them…

[Little sister.]

Chuzheng switched tactics and successfully turned the tables.

[Main mission: Please spend ten million yuan within one hour, little sister.]

Chuzheng: “…” As a ghost, how am I supposed to spend ten million yuan?!

[You can do it, little sister!!]King’s Account encouraged.

Chuzheng: “…”

Can I possess someone’s body?

[If little sister isn’t afraid of being caught by the Underworld Management Office, I don’t mind,]King’s Account said, [Don’t be scared, little sister, we can always rewind.]

To hell with rewinding!

She didn’t want to rewind!

–

Chuzheng drifted to the room behind the shop, glanced at the soundly sleeping owner, took out the phone she had bought in the Ghost Market, and sent him a text message.

The owner, upon hearing the text message alert, didn’t wake up, but he felt the room growing colder.

“Who turned the air conditioning down!” murmured the sleepy owner as he sat up, absentmindedly checking his phone.

The owner, puzzled, opened the text message and a few seconds later leaned in close to the screen.

He looked around, then continued staring at the screen.

Buy his store for ten million?

Which nutcase was messing with him?

His business was good but not worth ten million; it had to be a prank.

Chuzheng sent another text and even transferred a deposit of one million.

The owner jumped up in excitement, first checking his account balance to confirm the extra million, then replied with thrill.

Half an hour later, the owner floated down the stairs, grinning from ear to ear.

“You, kick out those two people at that table,” the owner said to an employee, his face blossoming with joy.

“Huh?” The employee was bewildered.

Why kick out the customers?

“What ‘huh’? Just do it, and be rude about it!” the owner instructed another two employees.

“…” Had the owner gone mad?

Murong Yi and Tang Yiyue were kicked out of the shop, both completely confused, demanding justice, on what grounds were they kicked out.

But the staff were unapologetic, ushering them out directly.

The usually obsequious employees, trained to treat customers like gods, glared menacingly at them: “You’re not welcome here, off you go.”

“What kind of service is this, why are you kicking us out? We paid to eat here, why are you kicking us out? I want to file a complaint!” Tang Yiyue pointed at the employee.

“Feel free to complain,” the employee bowed slightly.

Tang Yiyue: “…”

“This is outrageous!” Tang Yiyue, so furious she forgot her image, exclaimed, “Husband, call the police, call them now!”

Murong Yi, staring into the store with a sour expression, pulled Tang Yiyue, “Yiyue, look over there.”

“Look at what…”

Tang Yiyue felt as if someone was choking her.

Murong Yi and Tang Yiyue hurried out of there and didn’t relax until they were home, turning on all the lights in the house.

“I saw her…” Tang Yiyue was shivering all over, “Husband, did you see her?”

Murong Yi nodded as well.

The two of them huddled together, trembling violently.

“No, that’s not right, she’s dead, how could she appear there.” Tang Yiyue grasped Murong Yi’s wrist; they had personally discarded the body and made sure she was lifeless, she couldn’t possibly still be alive.

“Could it be that our eyes are playing tricks on us?” Murong Yi swallowed hard, his spine chilled with fright.

“The light was so dim, it must have been a trick of the eye, it must have been.” Tang Yiyue nodded.

“Let’s go have another look tomorrow.”

–

Chuzheng originally intended to follow the two back home to continue to scare them, but as she followed them halfway, she suddenly began to disappear.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing in an ancient-looking yard.

There was a lush tree in the yard, its canopy covering most of the area, casting the whole yard in shadows.

Where am I?

Who am I?

What am I doing here?

Chuzheng stood bewildered in the yard, how on earth had she gotten here!

“Um…”

There was a voice under the canopy of the tree, Chuzheng walked toward it, then looked up.

A young man was hanging from the tree, his head drooping, his face pale, his lips cracked and dry, appearing barely alive.

“Little Beauty…” the young man’s voice was weak, he shook his head and muttered, “I must be hallucinating.”

Bastard, was it you who did this?

[No.] The King’s Account denied, this had nothing to do with it, not at all.

“Well, a hallucination is fine too…” the young man said again: “Little Beauty, I’m so thirsty.”

What does your thirst have to do with me.

Chuzheng floated next to him, “How did I end up here?”

If it wasn’t Bastard’s doing, then it must be related to him.

“You’re just a hallucination, right? I just thought of you, and you appeared,” the young man forced a smile: “Little Beauty, I want to drink some water.”

His hands were bound, and as he hung there listlessly, there was a certain allure to his weakness.

The King’s Account kept reminding her that this was the Good Person Card, to treat him kindly.

Chuzheng floated down and returned after a little while.

The cool water moistened the parched throat; the young man quickly took several large gulps.

“Why does this water have a taste?” After drinking, the young man licked his lips and mumbled, “Where did you get this water?”

“From that basin over there.” She had looked around and only found that bit of water.

Basin…

“What basin?” The young man grew nervous.

“The carved wooden basin by the door.” Chuzheng’s reply was calm.

“Ugh…”

The young man began to retch violently, but he couldn’t bring anything up, a strange taste in his mouth.

The young man’s face turned a ghastly pale: “Little Beauty, you did this on purpose, right? Even if it’s a hallucination, you shouldn’t do this to me!!”

“Is there a problem?”

“…you gave me foot washing water to drink, what do you think the problem is!!”

“Oh.” Chuzheng’s face remained expressionless: “That was also water.”

A foot-washing basin, made to look so fancy, it’s my fault?

The young man gave Chuzheng a pitiful look and continued to retch.

“Little Beauty, just talk to me.” The young man truly couldn’t vomit anything out, so he gave up.

“Don’t you want to get down?” Shouldn’t he be begging her to let him down at this time?

“Get down?” The young man looked down at the ground, appearing lost: “Aren’t you a hallucination?”

Chuzheng: “…”

You’re the hallucination.

Chuzheng raised her hand, and the rope binding the young man suddenly slackened, causing him to plummet toward the ground.

“Ah—”