An Rugu looked at the male ghost’s face carefully, closed her eyes, and calculated with her fingers. Soon, complex symbols appeared in front of her eyes.

This ghost really didn’t lie. He died last winter. He probably came back because he was too obsessed with the house.

Zhao Ye was very sympathetic to the ghost who was also a corporate slave, and he racked his brains to think of a solution. “But I also bought this apartment with my money. Don’t you have your own house in the Underworld?”

The male ghost gritted his teeth and looked very frustrated, “Our family doesn’t believe in those things. No one burned a house for me or gave me paper money at my funeral…

“So all the more that I wanted to go back to my house. At least here there is food, and I have a place to stay, and I even worked very hard to buy it.”

An Rugu looked at his clothes. It was obviously autumn, but he was wearing the cotton-padded clothes and trousers that he had worn at the time of his death. His whole body exuded the aura of poverty.

Zhao Ye didn’t know how to give away this giant Buddha, so he turned to An Rugu for help. He wholeheartedly believed that she was omnipotent and could definitely help him in this matter.

After receiving his pleading look, An Rugu looked at the ghost and proposed her own solution, “I have a haunted house. You can get a job working in it, and you will be paid money for your efforts.”

The male ghost was not interested, “But… I don’t want to work as a ghost.”

An Rugu: “…”

Although she could understand his refusal, humans and ghosts essentially had different paths. When ghosts and the living stay together for a long time, this would eventually affect the living person’s life span.

She then said, “If you continue to stay here, Zhao Ye will be wrapped in yin qi, and his lifespan will be shortened. You will then become a harmful, evil ghost and have to go to Hell in the future.”

The male ghost inhaled a breath of cold air when he heard this, and the balance in his heart shifted, “Then, okay, I’ll do it.”

At the same time, he felt very depressed. He couldn’t escape working when he was still alive, and now he still had to work even after he died. Was there anyone worse off than him in this world?

Seeing that he was so depressed, An Rugu thought of the ghost’s obsession with his house, so she said, “There are many ghosts in the haunted house, so I burned many houses for them. Not only cozy, one-story apartments, but also large villas on the ground level.”

As soon as he heard about the big villas, the male ghost’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he visibly changed from his previous wilted expression, “When are we going there?”

Zhao Ye: “…” 

“Your attitude has changed too quickly,” Zhao Ye said.

The male ghost really couldn’t wait to rush outside, wishing he could fly to his big villa.

After hearing what Zhao Ye said, the male ghost pretended to sigh, “When my monthly salary was 1,000 yuan, the boss’ was my ancestor. When my monthly salary was 20,000, whatever the boss said was naturally whatever I wanted. When my monthly salary was 50,000, working 996 was as natural as breathing. When my monthly salary became 500,000, of course the company is my home!

“I can’t help it, it’s because she gave me too much.”

An Rugu: “…”

Zhao Ye: “…”

This was true; this was really too true.

Zhao Ye felt envious in his heart. He, who was also a corporate slave, didn’t even have a large villa, but the ghost haunting his house was about to have one?

How come living people couldn’t live as happily as ghosts?

An Rugu took a look at the time and felt that it was not too late to return, so she decided to take the male ghost right away.

Zhao Ye thanked her profusely, gave her a big, red envelope, and drove them back to Cloud Rise Temple.

When passing by Tianle Amusement Park, An Rugu casually dropped off the male ghost and asked him to find the administrator, Su Weizhi, and give him his information so he could be assigned to a job.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

The next day, the sky was dark; it was rainy, and the air was humid. Cloud Rise Temple was shaded by the leaves and branches of many trees. The humid air was filtered by the trees, and the gentle rain was caught by the leaves.

Looking at it, everything was full of greenery, there was fresh rain and mist, and one could hear the crisp chirping of birds. This shaded world was like a peach blossom garden.

It was on this day that Wu De climbed up Cloud Rise Mountain.

His face was slumped, and he was in a very irritable mood. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was in a very unhappy mood indeed.

The secretary next to him held an umbrella for him and quickly comforted him, “Mr. Wu, don’t worry. This master is very famous online and is said to have real skills. If we ask her for help, we will definitely be able to find the young master.”

“I hope your judgment is correct. If this trip doesn’t bring results, you know what the consequences would be…” Wu De glared at him, his eyes like that of a poisonous snake, making people feel creeped out.

The secretary quickly looked around and became concerned. This big man’s path to fortune was not a clean one, and he had blood debts on his hands. He could only hope that the master of Cloud Rise Temple could help his boss, otherwise he might not survive his boss’ disappointment.

Wu De and his assistant climbed up Cloud Rise Mountain and saw An Rugu outside Cloud Rise Temple.

There was a rain chain hanging down from the corner of the eaves of the Daoist temple, and underneath the rain chain was a large pottery jar. Whenever it rained, the rainwater on the eaves would flow down the rain chain and drip into the pottery jar. 

There were several goldfish in the pottery jar. An Rugu was sprinkling a handful of fish food. Her whole person seemed to be standing alone in the mountains and forests where hummingbirds sang.

Without the sound of footsteps, An Rugu turned her head as if already aware of the people coming. Her hands paused in their movements.

… the man in the lead had ferocious eyes, protruding brows, and a sinister face. He was a great, big, vicious and merciless villain ah!

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T/N: It is believed that by burning joss paper—representing money, clothes, houses, cars, etc.—these burned items would be sent to the spirits of family members for their use in the Underworld. The male ghost’s family didn’t believe in this practice and didn’t burn an offering for him, so he was very poor in death. He could only wear the clothes he died in and didn’t have a house to stay in.

Rain chains could be quite ornamental but they actually serve a function, allowing the water from the eaves to flow down harmlessly to the ground. They are usually made of copper and over time, a patina would coat the rain chain, adding to its ornamental charm.

I Livestream Divination to the World translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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Chapter 53.1 — What a Messed Up Family