Chapter 47: Lingling Qi's Online Shop

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Destroyed? It seems the Ghost King isn’t faring well these days either, but as long as I can still find her, that’s all that matters. With that in mind, I asked, “Is there still a way to find her there?”

“It should be possible, but you can’t go looking for her right now. You know you’re no match for her!”

“What about He Yanran then? Are we just going to let her stay in the Ghost King’s hands?”

Tan Xiao thought for a moment. “At the moment, it seems there’s no other way. None of us can stand up to her.”

After hearing her words, I truly regretted ever seeking out the Ghost King out of curiosity. If I hadn’t, He Yanran wouldn’t have been abducted now.

And to think that we had only just arrived in Nanjing and she’d already run into trouble—it made me question whether bringing her along was a mistake.

“Alright, don’t dwell on it. There’ll be a way. Calm down for now!” Tan Xiao looked at me, not daring to get too close.

“With my current abilities, does that mean I can’t handle anything other than stray ghosts and wandering spirits?” I asked her.

“Of course not. Ordinary ghosts can’t match you. It’s just that ghost kings like the Ghost King, who can rival the Lord of the Underworld, are out of your league for now.”

After she finished, I pressed my hand to my chest, feeling stifled. “What about in the future?”

“I can’t say for sure. I’m just a ghost emissary—maybe I’ll never be her match. But you’re different. You just need more time.”

“I understand.” After saying this, I glanced in the direction the vengeful spirit had fled and then sat down for a while on a large stone by the riverbank to gather myself.

Seeing me gradually calm down, Tan Xiao glanced at the Soul-Subduing Whip in my hand. “Zhang Xiaobei, do you realize you almost hurt me just now?”

“Sorry, I’m still not used to wielding this thing,” I replied, lowering my head.

After resting for a bit, we headed back. When I got home, I went straight to my bedroom to sleep. The turmoil from earlier had left me feeling physically unwell, so I needed to rest.

They didn’t disturb me, and when I woke up, it was already past eight in the evening.

Feeling hungry, I made myself a pack of instant noodles. Out of habit, and because of the ghosts around, I set out an extra set of bowls and chopsticks for them.

After eating, I had nothing else to do. I remembered I’d quit my job, thinking I wouldn’t be coming back for a while. In hindsight, that was a mistake. The pay wasn’t high, but at least it was enough to get by.

With that in mind, I decided to look for jobs online. But as soon as I opened my computer, a strange advertisement popped up and wouldn’t close. I glanced at it: it was a very odd online store recruiting new staff.

I didn’t think much of it and tried to close it again, but then a chat window suddenly appeared: “Fated one, looking for a job? Flexible hours, high salary—interested in learning more?”

That sounded like a scam, so I ignored it.

But since I still couldn’t close the window, I simply shut down and restarted the computer.

When I reopened the job site, the chat window popped up again, this time saying, “Give it some thought. Here’s my contact info!”

After reading it, I tried to close it—and this time, it actually closed.

Then I submitted my resume to a few companies similar to my previous employer.

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But the very next day, I was rejected. Jobs really were hard to find these days.

Just then, the same ad from yesterday popped up again. Now I was curious—what exactly was this about, with such persistent ads? I clicked on it, only to discover it was an online store for handling supernatural incidents!

I hadn’t expected such a business to exist, so I contacted customer service, which turned out to be the same chat window as before.

“What kind of work does your store usually do?” I asked.

“We take orders online, then dispatch people in person to handle buyers’ supernatural problems.”

“Is it reliable? Can anyone go, even if they’re not professionals?” I was skeptical. Usually, only experts could handle such things, and they wouldn’t recruit randomly online.

“Of course it’s reliable. In fact, we’re looking for professionals like you!”

What was that supposed to mean? How did they know I was a professional? Probably just something they said to everyone. The more I read, the more I thought this was a scam.

Forget it, I thought, preparing to close the window. But just then, the other side replied, “Don’t doubt it. My site only pops up for people with spirits attached to them.”

“What do you mean?” I didn’t quite understand.

“In other words, you’re exactly who I’m looking for—you have a spirit with you!” came the reply.

That was remarkable. I was still doubtful, but thinking back on everything I’d experienced lately, it wasn’t entirely impossible.

But what did he mean by spirit? A ghost? Spiritual energy? Probably the latter. But how could he make a website detect the spiritual energy on me?

I asked, “Are you a professional too?”

“Yes, I can exorcise and divine. I only need to hire someone because my last employee left.”

So that was it. Actually, now that I thought about it, this kind of job might not be so bad. I just wondered how the business was.

While I hesitated, the other side added, “Don’t worry, my shop does very well. Our bookings are scheduled out through next month. If you’re interested, we can talk salary now.”

“Don’t I need to go to your company first?” I asked.

“Why not discuss the details before you come? Saves you a wasted trip if it doesn’t work out.”

That made sense. “How’s the pay?”

“Base salary of 20,000. The rest is commission, split 60-40—I get 60, you get 40. There are risks in this line of work, hence the high commission. I need a bigger share for rent and running the online store, but you can count on it—your total monthly income will be no less than 100,000.”

When I saw the “no less than 100,000” part, I was stunned. Was this line of work really so lucrative?

I double-checked, “Are you serious?”

“Of course. We even have celebrity clients. Land one of those cases and you could make 500,000 or 600,000, as long as they’re satisfied.”

My god, wasn’t this a gold mine? I was so excited I couldn’t wait to try it—after all, this was right up my alley.

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So I replied, “Alright, I’m willing to do it!”

“Good. According to your resume, you live on Shanghe Road in Nanjing, so you’re not far. Our office is on the 8th floor, unit 8-1, of Tiandi Building, right in the central section. The company’s called Linglingqi.”

Linglingqi? What a name. Some kind of supernatural agency? Interesting!

And setting up shop in the Tiandi Building—that really did speak to some serious cash.

“When can I come by?” I asked.

“This afternoon. I’ll be in.”

“Alright!” Once I agreed, the chat window and ad closed automatically.

After instant noodles for lunch, I changed into clean clothes, slung my bag over my shoulder, and headed out.

I took a cab to Tiandi Building. Everything was fine until I got to the eighth floor—at which point Xiao Fang and Xiao Yuan suddenly started to feel unwell.

Probably because of Linglingqi’s company, so I told them to wait for me downstairs.

I went to unit 8-1 alone. There was a striking black-and-red sign for Linglingqi, the letters in a ghostly font that left no doubt about the business.

As I stepped through the door, something hanging above made a sudden noise!

The receptionist stood up and looked at me, her expression tinged with fear.

Just then, a woman emerged from the inner room, dressed in classic office attire: a white blouse, a fitted skirt, black stockings—a figure that left nothing to the imagination!

“You’re the one who said you’d come for an interview this morning?” she asked crisply.

I nodded, though I wondered why that thing above the door kept going off after I entered.

Noticing my gaze, the office lady smiled faintly and said, “Don’t worry, come on in.”

She led me into the office, where I saw a woman sitting in a cloud of swirling smoke.

“Sister Miao, he’s here!” the office lady announced respectfully.

“Have a seat,” came the reply. She gestured, smoothing the air with her hand, and the smoke gradually dissipated.

Once the smoke cleared, I saw her clearly: a woman who looked no older than thirty, stunningly beautiful with fair skin, though her flamboyant, fortune-teller’s attire made her look every bit the shamaness she was—well, she did seem to fit that role!