Ah. I lay on the bed, tossing and turning dozens of times like a pancake, still unable to sleep. I hadn’t slept well for three days. Fortunately, Lin Zi no longer wanted to be reborn before I left.
My stomach growled hungrily, and I helplessly got up. There was still a bowl of plain rice porridge on the table. I thought that in a couple of days, I wouldn’t even be able to afford this porridge. Oh Agong, why haven’t you come back? I need help.
I must be the poorest immortal in the divine realm.
After drinking half a bowl of porridge, there was a knock at the door. I weakly responded, “Come in.”
The door opened, and it was Gou Hun.
I almost crushed my soup spoon. I must look disheveled, drinking porridge without a drop of oil, looking miserable. I’d rather anyone see me like this except him. When he looked over, my face burned hot. Once I have money, I’ll move!
Gou Hun said, “I just returned from a mission. I heard from the high god about your situation. Learn from your mistakes, and you won’t make them again next time.”
I couldn’t tell if he was comforting or criticizing me. I looked up and said, “Can you get to the point?”
“I’m done,” he replied.
I rolled my eyes at him.
Gou Hun looked at my porridge and frowned, “Are you sick? Why are you only drinking plain porridge?”
I pursed my lips, “I’ve been wanting to eat light recently.”
“You’re not even eating side dishes?”
“Don’t worry about it,” seeing him look at me, I decided to be direct, “I’m broke.”
“Where’s your money?”
“Mission went wrong. Suspended without pay, no salary, no bonus.”
“What about your savings?”
“None.” I added mischievously, “I even owe Zhai Dou Jun three months of salary.”
Gou Hun’s brow furrowed more, “How did you end up owing so much?”
“Lost a bet playing rock-paper-scissors.” How else would I survive in the divine realm? Seeing the sparkling light in Gou Hun’s eyes, I felt uncomfortable. “Hey, I lost my own money, not yours. Stop looking at me with such sympathy.”
Gou Hun didn’t respond and turned to leave.
