Vengeful spirits? Let's get out of the dungeon first!

Chapter 20 Gentleness

"Ugh~ I finally got back after getting up really early!"

With a flick of her wrist, Zhu Jin dropped her backpack into the house, then rushed into the cat bed and rubbed against Jinzi III.

"So comfortable, so comfortable! Kaneko III smells really good today, didn't you go out to play?"

The kitten was bound and unable to move in its nest, too lazy to struggle, and was thus tormented by the hibiscus.

Ma Ye walked in through the door, burping. The tofu on the table today was quite good; he was so full that he wouldn't need to eat anything for dinner.

"Xiao Jin, aren't you going back to get some sleep?"

"I'm not going to sleep anymore. School starts soon, so I need to adjust my sleep schedule, otherwise I won't be able to get up at 8 a.m. again."

Spitting out a mouthful of cat hair, Zhu Jin got up from the ground and stuffed the plastic bag from her pocket back into the closet.

My silly brother actually stopped me from packing up the leftovers. If I packed the rest of the vegetables back and froze them, neither of us would need to go out to buy groceries for a week.

Actually, you can't really blame Ma Ye for this. This little girl hasn't participated in many funerals and doesn't understand the ins and outs.

The moment Zhu Jin pulled out the plastic bag, not only Ma Ye, but also the other guests at the table were startled.

Fortunately, Ma Ye mentioned that these were for storing incense and candle supplies, otherwise Qingmutang's reputation would have been ruined.

The two people and the cat were all doing their own thing in the cabin. After breaking free, Kaneko III jumped into the backyard to check the bamboo pile for mice.

Ma Ye also closed the windows tightly to prevent sunlight from coming in.

Liu Gan's locust wood tablet was also placed on the table. As for the key figure in the incident, Ma Ye should also analyze whether this guy's current situation is suitable to be brought to the City God.

"Liu Gan, come out."

A wisp of smoke slowly rose from the locust wood tablet, revealing Liu Gan dressed in a pure white long robe.

"Wait, why did you change your clothes? Where's your shirt?"

Liu Gan looked down at himself and scratched his head sheepishly.

"Mr. Ma, I saw in TV dramas that ghosts change into this kind of outfit when they enter reincarnation. I was thinking about it and I don't know when I ended up like this."

"Shall I try again and see if I can change back?"

"never mind."

Ma Ye waved his hand, indicating that Liu Gan should do whatever made him comfortable.

"I took this to your dad, but he didn't accept it."

"I'm no use staying here. Should I find a chance to burn it down for you?"

A fountain pen sat on the table; it was the one Liu Gan had always used.

Reaching out to grab it, Liu Gan's hand passed right through the table, and only then did he realize that he was no longer alive.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Ma."

"So, what brings you here today?"

Liu Gan leaned against the table, unaffected by gravity, so he didn't feel tired no matter what position he was in.

"It's nothing serious. After all, I didn't go to Paradise with you yesterday, so I don't know how you handled it."

But judging from your parents' feedback, it seems pretty good.

"It's alright. I didn't dare to build any overly complicated scenes. Besides my home, the dock was also designed based on my memory of the Titanic."

Liu Gan scratched his head sheepishly.

Yesterday, I entered the Pure Land ahead of time. Looking at the space, which was like a pure white canvas, I was a little at a loss for what to do.

But since his parents were arriving soon, he had no choice but to hastily come up with a design for the old house.

To my surprise, it was exactly as I remembered it.

"It seems you have quite a talent."

If you were still alive, I'd want to keep you as an assistant.

Just then, the sound of a bicycle bell came from the doorway.

"Ring ring! Jinchuan Weekly!"

As soon as the shout fell, a screech of brakes followed, and the doors of Qingmu Hall slowly opened.

The person standing at the door was dressed in post office green, with a roll of newspaper tucked under his arm. He pushed up his glasses and expertly tossed the newspaper onto the table.

"Little Ma, I heard you got some work done today?"

"Your master isn't here, but you've managed to keep this business afloat; that's really impressive."

"You flatter me, Mr. Wen."

"What instructions do you have for me this time? I just finished dealing with a wandering soul, why don't you take it back?"

The person who arrived was none other than Wen Liang, the Day Wanderer. It was unclear what the meaning of his attire was, but as a deity, he had actually delivered a newspaper.

Seeing that the spirits inside the house feared the sunlight, Wenliang also closed the door behind him tightly.

"So fast? I remember Qin Qingyoucai just dealt with the last one not long ago."

I'll check if I should bring this guy back.

As he spoke, Wen Liang took out his phone and started searching for information on an app called "Chenghuang+".

With a gentle flick of his finger, he quickly found Liu Gan's personal directory.

"Liu Gan was born on the day of Jia Chen in the month of Gui Si in the year of Bing Zi. He had forty years left to live, but he died suddenly due to overwork."

Is it him?

"It's him! How can this guy still have forty years left to live? Is something wrong with him?"

Upon hearing that his death was not part of the normal plan, Liu Gan's mood, which had just improved, instantly plummeted.

Wen Liang could also see that this person's problem seemed to be quite serious. He could have lived to seventy years old, so why did he die so young?

However, the "City God+" records are very detailed, even clearly remembering why he died so young.

"We found out that he eats a high-oil, high-sugar, and high-fat diet every day, has irregular work and rest schedules, and often stays up all night."

He would have received various warnings a week before his death, and with current medical technology, he certainly wouldn't have died if he had undergone some examinations beforehand.

However, this guy doesn't seem to be listening.

Actually, it's possible to save someone during the initial stage of the illness. I heard that Brother Fan went to the Second Hospital's emergency room before, and they were going to admit someone, but they managed to save him.

Fearing the two wouldn't believe him, Wen Liang even placed his phone on the table so Liu Gan could see it clearly.

The resume for the first half of the month was clearly recorded, including not only the fact that I drank four cups of coffee in twelve hours, but also the fried chicken delivery I ordered every day at midnight.

It seems the problem still lies with me.

Seeing that Liu Gan had already looked away, Wen Liang also took his phone back.

"Little Ma, I've come here simply to ask you for a favor."

"Master Wen, don't talk about begging or not. Xiao Jin and I have been sold to the City God by my master and mistress."

If you could put in a good word for us with the City God, maybe you could even help us get a raise.

With a fawning expression on his face, Ma Ye quickly moved the armchair behind Wen Liang, and after he sat down, he handed him a cup of tea.

The one asking for help sat down, while the one being asked stood aside. Wen Liang, relying on being thousands of years older than him, leaned back in his chair and sipped his tea.

"Actually, it's not a big deal. As you've seen, even we immortals have started using this kind of thing."

It is said that after Old Joe's relative went down to earth, he took this iron box with him and gave it to the gods of the East and West.

Not only the underworld, but even our City God has started using this thing. And apparently, they're going to add some kind of love to it soon?

"AI"

Liu Gan whispered a comment from the side.

Yes, AI!

The City God is said to have it much easier, but it's not necessarily the case for us lesser gods!

"If we end up losing our jobs, even the Investiture of the Gods won't protect us!"

At this point, Wen Liang gripped the armrest tighter. They had lived for thousands of years, and if they lost their divine positions, they didn't know what they could do.

Ma Ye glanced at Liu Gan and then at Wen Liang; both of them had been affected by the rapid development of technology.

"Master Wen, AI is indeed powerful, but it's not powerful enough to replace gods, is it?"

You shouldn't be delivering newspapers here now; that's an outdated propaganda method from decades ago.

When you get back, find some time to learn new technologies, or think about a job that AI can't replace you with. Even the daily investigation of corrupt officials can't rely solely on data analysis.