Chapter 2862

"Wait, why am I an intern again?" Cheng Jin looked at Qian Huansheng with a mix of speechlessness and confusion.

Qian Huansheng smiled lightly. "If you hadn't received the inheritance, you would just be an assistant. But since you did, your starting point is different."

It all came back to that jade slip she had received.

Cheng Jin tapped her forehead. "I feel like I was forced onto this train."

Qian Huansheng chuckled. "Many people envy your constitution and talent. Now that you have it, are you complaining?"

"I never dislike myself. I just can't accept it all at once," Cheng Jin admitted honestly. "After all, I’ve been an ordinary person for twenty-five years."

"You are still an ordinary person," Qian Huansheng said.

"In my heart, anyone who deals with ghosts isn't normal," Cheng Jin said seriously, looking at him.

"Oh, well, people like you who aren't 'normal' wouldn't understand the psychology of normal people anyway," Cheng Jin sighed, feeling helpless.

Qian Huansheng glanced at her. "Whether normal or not doesn't matter now. What matters is that you’re already in the water."

her meaning was clear: since she had accepted the jade slip she gave her, she had to take on the duties of a Heavenly Master.

Cheng Jin blinked and sighed. "Why should I stop being a happy ordinary person to become a Heavenly Master? Wouldn't it be better if I stayed ignorant?"

"Ignorance is bliss?" Qian Huansheng’s eyes were calm. "But even if you could be ignorant before, you can’t now. Better to be a clear-headed person."

"Being clear-headed comes with a price," Cheng Jin pointed out.

Qian Huansheng tilted his head, looking at her. "It’s good to be occasionally confused, but being confused every day isn’t smart. That’s not wisdom; that’s stupidity."

Cheng Jin pouted. She felt her boss was being a bit annoying.

"Alright, let’s go," Qian Huansheng said, ignoring her feelings.

Cheng Jin sighed and followed her. It seemed she had voluntarily boarded this ship.

They arrived at the Five Rings Building, a twenty-three-story high-rise. The first floor was department stores, the second clothing, the third entertainment, the fourth dining, and the floors above were offices. The incident had occurred on the thirteenth floor.

"The builder was weird," Cheng Jin observed with a smile. "He skipped the fourth and fourteenth floors but kept the thirteenth."

"People with ghosts in their hearts think four and fourteen are bad numbers," Qian Huansheng said indifferently. "They don’t realize that thirteen is also an unlucky number in Western countries."

"If something really happens, it has nothing to do with thirteen, four, or fourteen," Cheng Jin said. "I remember dormitory accidents often happened in rooms like 201. I never saw four or other specific numbers involved."

Cheng Jin and Qian Huansheng entered the elevator and pressed the button for the thirteenth floor.

"It’s about human psychology," Qian Huansheng said. "Actually, the number four represents auspiciousness, like in 'peace in all directions' or 'four generations under one roof.'"

Cheng Jin nodded. "Numbers really have nothing to do with bad luck. A few years ago, people said eight was a good number because it sounds like 'wealth.' So they gave gifts of 88, 188, or 588 to mean 'get rich.' But this year, many people like seven because of the idiom 'seven up, eight down.' They think seven means going up to success, while eight means being pushed down."

Qian Huansheng laughed softly. "'Seven up, eight down' originally described a restless, anxious heart, fluctuating and unstable. It has nothing to do with wealth or career."

"Yes," Cheng Jin nodded slightly. "But that’s how the world works. Once one person uses it that way, everyone else follows."

"So, mortals are foolish," Qian Huansheng said with a look of disdain.

Cheng Jin tilted her head and glanced at her. "You can’t say that. Don’t you think such people are actually cute? They aren’t killing or burning things; they just want some good luck."

Qian Huansheng looked at her but didn’t argue. However, the disdain in her eyes remained.

When they reached the thirteenth floor, the elevator doors opened, and they stepped out.

"It’s so quiet here," Cheng Jin said.

"The bosses on this floor gave their employees the day off," Qian Huansheng said calmly, leading her forward slowly.

Cheng Jin noticed an unusual chill in the air. There was no air conditioning, yet it was cold.

"It’s a bit chilly," Cheng Jin said.

"Hmm. Try to check it. Where is the source of the cold?" Qian Huansheng didn’t explain further.

Cheng Jin sighed. "I’ll try my best. I only got the jade slip yesterday. Don’t expect me to become an expert overnight."

"I have no such hope," Qian Huansheng replied. "I just want you to practice."

Cheng Jin looked around carefully. As she observed the scene, various memories suddenly appeared in her mind. Quickly, she found the answer.

She walked up to a desktop computer and pointed at it. "This computer has a problem."

Qian Huansheng walked over and looked at the computer. "This is likely a second-hand computer. A soul is trapped inside."

"What do we do?" Cheng Jin asked.

Qian Huansheng looked at Cheng Jin, then took out a silver bracelet. There was a bell on it, and the pattern around the bracelet was the red spider lily.

"This is the Soul-Calling Bell from the Underworld. Drop some blood on it and wear it," Qian Huansheng handed it to Cheng Jin.

Cheng Jin took the bell, looked around, and found a paper cutter. She sliced her finger, and a drop of blood fell onto the silver bracelet. The bracelet automatically slid onto her wrist.

Once the bell was on, Cheng Jin knew how to use it.

She raised her hand and shook it slightly. A crisp, rhythmic ringing sound filled the air.

Then, smoke slowly emerged from the computer, forming the shape of a person—a young man with thinning hair.

The young ghost saw Qian Huansheng and Cheng Jin, paused, and then his eyes filled with joy. "Can you help me leave this computer?"

"Were you a programmer in life?" Qian Huansheng seemed to know the truth just by looking at the ghost.

The young ghost nodded. "I was a programmer. I died of a heart attack while writing code. My soul got trapped here. Since then, wherever this computer went, I went with it."