I really wanted to throw a shoe at his face and roar, “You idiot, enough!” But I couldn’t say that, or else the high god would throw a shoe in my face and have me investigated and stripped of my position. I glanced around. Good, God of Fortune and Soul Reaper weren’t here. Actually, I knew nothing; I hadn’t told Wang Xiaoer about the divine beings; I was also a victim.
At this moment, there were a few rustling sounds on the roof, and God of Fortune poked half his body in, covered in thatch, and asked, “Xiaoer, have you decided? Rebirth or death?” Wang Xiaoer looked up and answered, “Neither. I’ve decided to summon the divine beings managing court and martial world affairs.”
God of Fortune was surprised, “Who told you about these divine beings?” I coughed deliberately. Wang Xiaoer announced loudly, “The rebirth divine being!” Heavens, strike me down with lightning! This divine being can’t live anymore!
I looked ahead and saw them shuffling cards, and immediately pounced: “I want to play too, mahjong is mine!” Seeing they neither blocked nor dodged, I stopped and suspiciously asked, “Why aren’t you running?” “Hmph,” the peasant woman snorted, “I was wondering why your luck suddenly became so good. Turns out you met the God of Wealth. We’ve also absorbed his fortune, let’s see how you’ll win now.” I said with difficulty, “You didn’t all come to leech off him, did you?”
“I looked at the roof, and the God of Wealth was indeed sitting at a 45-degree angle looking at the sky, his decadent aura even more gloomy, almost growing into a mushroom.
When Task God walked over, we divine beings felt no pressure. Being able to accept a task so leisurely was a first.
I thanked Wang Xiaoer for the first time.
I bounced to Transmigration God’s side and asked, “How is Wang Xiaoer doing now?”
Transmigration God drew a card and said, “He bought an official position through donation and is now a county magistrate.”
