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Chapter 32 The Starving Deaths of Chai Jianguo and His Daughter
Would Fan Wujiu let Xie Sizhe off so easily?
of course not.

"You like beautiful women, right? Then I'll give you some." After finally finishing the "ball," Fan Wujiu faced the path.

"Ball": ...Let's not, I have a bad feeling.

Soon, back in the underworld, Fan Wujiu imprisoned Xie Sizhe with a group of Medusas who had become spirits.

Don't you like beautiful women? Medusa was a beauty too.

Fan Wujiu left with a cold laugh, "You paired my destined wife with another man, and you even wanted to take my destined wife as your concubine."

I'll send you a bunch of Medusas as concubines first.

At this moment, Xie Sizhe, who was hooked and tightly entangled by the tails of a dozen or so Medusas, stretched out his Erkang hand in the direction Fan Wujiu had left.

"Help! Help! There are so many snake demons!"

"Get away, get away!"

"I was wrong. I will never be lustful again. The old monk was right. The women down the mountain are tigers that eat people." But the women in the underworld are not tigers, they are snakes that also eat people.

"Waaah, Mother, where are you? Please save your child..."

"Fan Wujiu, you heartless bastard, you're maliciously retaliating against me! I curse you to never have a wife, to be a bachelor for thousands, tens of thousands of years!"

The next second, Xie Sizhe was surrounded by Medusas, and even his cries for help and curses were drowned out.

……

After Fan Wujiu handed Xie Sizhe over to Medusa, he returned to the human world and saw the man and Xu Qingling parting ways at the restaurant entrance, heading in different directions.

Fan Wujiu slightly moved his right finger, and a spell was cast on Bian Dong.

Although the girl has not yet gained his approval and been allowed to become his future wife, she is still his destined wife!

You're coveting Fan Wujiu's destined wife, so here's a lesson for you.

Fan Wujiu turned around and took a deep look at Xu Qingling's back. When Xu Qingling turned around, he turned into a wisp of green smoke and left.

While Bian Dong, being mostly an ordinary person, remained oblivious, Xu Qingling, not long after entering the restaurant with Bian Dong, vaguely sensed that someone outside seemed to be watching her.

But when she turned to look, she found nothing.

Then, that gaze disappeared.

But just now, as she was leaving the restaurant, that gaze appeared again.

This time, Xu Qingling still didn't see any people or ghosts.

The gaze disappeared only after Xu Qingling turned into another street.

Xu Qingling felt that her intuition was probably right.

However... because the gaze didn't seem malicious, Xu Qingling didn't take it to heart.

Xu Qingling is fine, but Bian Dong is having some bad luck...

Back at the office, as he walked in front of everyone, he suddenly heard a hissing sound, and Bian Dong froze.

A subordinate's voice suddenly exclaimed, "Director Bian, the threads on your pants and underwear have come ripped!"

"Your butt is all showing, ah, Bianchu, your butt is so white."

His two exclamations caused everyone in the office to instantly look up, their gazes all falling on Bian Dong's buttocks.

Bian Dong glared angrily at his subordinate, then quickly covered his pants and left.

It seemed like other people could be heard asking questions from behind.

"Hey, you really saw it? Is that butt really that white?"

"I never expected that Director Bian's face would be so dark, but his backside would be so white!" Bian Dong felt that the authority he had built up since taking office had finally vanished at this moment.

Moreover, Bian Dong discovered that his bad luck was still continuing.

When he went to the toilet that night, he discovered that there was no toilet paper!
While taking a dump, Bian Dong cursed under his breath countless times.

No one knows how Bian Dong finally resolved the issue.

Late at night, Bian Dong, having finished working overtime, planned to make himself a bowl of instant noodles.

A moment later, the quiet office was filled with Bian Dong's voice, filled with gritted teeth, "Where's the seasoning? Why isn't there any seasoning in my instant noodles!"

Of course, Bian Dong's bad luck continued.

For example, when he goes out, he gets splashed with water; when he holds a child, the child pees on him; even birds flying by drop their droppings on his head, and if he hadn't looked up, that poop might have ended up in his mouth.

This bad luck lasted for three days, until late at night on the third day when he stepped in a pile of dog poop, and the bad luck finally ended.

As the head of the National Special Events Office, Bian Dong strongly suspected that he had been framed by something.

But they couldn't find a single trace.

In the end, they could only accept their bad luck.
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The next morning, Xu Qingling went to the Fengdu Leave Office, turned on her computer, and started her new day of work. Sasha sat next to her, her chubby little face full of seriousness.

Accompanied by a streak of black and red light, the next ghost to ask for leave appeared.

Sasha glanced at it and gasped, "Is this some kind of refugee ghost from Africa?"

Standing in the hall was a male ghost, dressed in gray homespun clothes covered with patches of all sizes. His trousers looked like they had been worn for a long time and were faded from washing.

On his feet were a pair of drab gray cloth shoes, both of which were torn and his toes were sticking out.

He also carried a large basket on his back.

There's a reason why Sasha says he's a refugee ghost from Africa.

His exposed skin was dark, almost the same skin color as that of an African.

Not only that, he was also very thin, no, extremely thin, almost skin and bones.

The tattered clothes were practically hanging loosely on his body.

She looks to be around forty years old?

However, Xu Qingling glanced at the information on the computer and frowned slightly.

“Chai Jianguo died in 1963, at the age of…” Xu Qingling paused, “…22 years old?”

She's only 22 years old, but she looks like she's 40.

The man, Chai Jianguo, finally reacted after hearing his name. He stood there with his hands clasped in front of him, not daring to move, appearing very restrained.

"Are you, Director? I am Chai Jianguo. Hello, Director." Chai Jianguo said, raising his hand to touch the back of his head and revealing a simple and shy smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Qingling and Shasha heard a loud gurgling sound. Before they could react, they heard several more gurgling sounds.

Soon, Xu Qingling and Sasha's gazes fell on Chai Jianguo.

Chai Jianguo covered his stomach with both hands, feeling somewhat embarrassed and shy. His dark, honest face was full of apology. "Sorry, my stomach is growling..."

Xu Qingling frowned slightly. She seemed to hear more than just the sounds coming from Chai Jianguo's stomach; there was also...

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he saw the large basket that Chai Jianguo had been carrying on his back suddenly move, and then a small head timidly peeked out from behind Chai Jianguo's shoulder.

It was a little girl with two messy little ponytails and a dusty face, her two little hands on Chai Jianguo's shoulders.

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