Multiverse Farming System - Chapter 9 - Jiu Li’er

Lin Yong finally saw his assailant’s face. He was about forty years old, his beard unkempt. And his eyes were a mystifying blood-red, though Lin Yong thought it was a horrifying sight to behold.

He cursed himself for his inexperience. The enemy pinned him down in one fell swoop. If he had his hoe in hand, he would at least stand a fighting chance, but it was too late for regrets.

Lin Yong was wondering if he should hand over the cube to save his skin, but then the air around that ghost started to swirl with a bone-chilling cold. It roared, “Scram …”

Lin Yong’s assailant looked at the ghost, and a mask of horror plastered itself on his face. “A Jiuming Yin Phantom? Here?”

The ghost charged ahead with reckless abandon and tried to tear into the man with its mouth. The man tossed Lin Yong away, backed off, and escaped through the window.

A sigh of relief escaped Lin Yong’s lips, though he wondered, What’s a Jiuming Yin Phantom? Why’d the guy look so terrified of it? Lin Yong looked at the ghost, his gaze softening. “Thank you.”

“Hugs …” The ghost extended its gnarled arms and hugged Lin Yong.

Lin Yong felt something cold and chilly surround him, but it wasn’t something evil, not was it aggressive. The aura only swirled around him calmly. And he saw a satisfied smile play on the ghost’s lips. It was feeling comfy, like how it was when it held the emblem.

About fifteen minutes later, Lin Yong said, “It’s getting a little chilly for me.”

The ghost let Lin Yong go. “Hugs … every day …”

Lin Yong nodded. “Ten minutes every day.”

The ghost nodded as well.

“Do you have a home nearby?”

The ghost shook its head.

“So where do you live?” Lin Yong asked.

The ghost shook its head again. Lin Yong asked a few more questions, but the ghost only shook its head. It’s probably still dazed. I can’t get any useful answers out of it. He stopped asking any further questions. He said, “Why don’t I give you a name?”

“I have … a name …”

Lin Yong smiled. “What is it?”

“Jiu Li’er …”

“Nice name.” Lin Yong was going to sleep, and he looked at Jiu Li’er. “Aren’t you going to sleep? Would you like the bed or …”

Jiu Li’er spoke. “No … sleep … I’ll watch … over you … in case … more bad guys … come …”

Lin Yong smiled. “I’ll hit the hay, then.” He washed himself up and got into bed. Lin Yong knew his parents left him something special. Both the emblem and the cube with the drop of blood in it.

Barely an hour since he got them, someone tried to take it away from him, and a ghost showed up.

Midnight struck. Lin Yong got up for a leak, but the sight of Jiu Li’er in the corner shocked him. To be fair, she was a ghost, and a mangled one at that. Anyone who saw her in the dead of the night would be scared out of their wits.

Lin Yong patted his chest. “I’ll get used to it.” You don’t run into free ghostly bodyguards every day.

Morning came. Lin Yong was still sleeping in, but then he heard Old Man Luo shouting, “Open up, kid. Your money’s here.”

Lin Yong got up and scanned the room. Jiu Li’er could still manifest herself during daytime, but she had to stay in the dark corners. She can’t move under the sun. Lin Yong stuck his head out the window. “Give me a second, Old Man Luo. I’m coming down.”

Lin Wong washed himself up, got changed, and went downstairs. He opened up the bar’s entrance and the security door. Old Man Luo was standing right outside, and a van was parked at the entryway.

Old Man Luo said, “Take it into the bar.”

A pair of young man got out of the car and moved something out of the trunk. First up was a crate. It looked heavy, so there was probably gold inside. And then there was a suitcase. Lin Yong knew that was where the money was.

The lads took everything into the kitchen and left. Old Man Luo stayed back and took a seat. He poured himself a glass of water. “I didn’t get your name last time, kid.”

“Lin Yong.” Lin Yong smiled.

Old Man Luo nodded. “D’you still have some of that purple jade rice? Sell me some.”

“I’m out of stock, really.” Lin Yong shook his head quickly. He knew the rice was an important component to power up. He wouldn’t have sold it to Old Man Luo if he didn’t have an emergency to settle.

Now that he had the gold and money he needed, he wouldn’t sell the rice anymore. Besides, he only had little more than 250 kilograms left.

Old Man Luo looked disappointed. “Call me if you get anything good down the line. We can talk price. I’ll have to go into isolation now. But call Luo Hui if you need anything. He’s my nephew.”

Old Man Luo left a card for Lin Yong. It belonged to the man named Luo Hui. Lin Yong checked it out. Oh, quite the man. BOD chairman and CEO of a company.

Old Man Luo left, and Lin Yong opened up the crate. There was nothing but gold pieces inside. One thousand of them, each weighing 50 grams. The suitcase had nothing but Huaxia yuan in it. Lin Yong checked the whole thing. Three million yuan, not one yuan more.

He tucked the gold into his storage space. This would be the money he needed during his multiverse travels. The system wasn’t exactly reliable, so he had to make a lot of preparations. He then stored 500 grand yuan in his storage space just in case.

Ya had come downstairs as well. Lin Yong handed the cash and check Old Man Luo gave him to Ya. “Keep the remainder. The bar needs liquid assets.”

Ya wanted to give the excess money back to Lin Yong, but Lin Yong insisted on having Ya keep it. In the end, Ya relented.

They then made food. Lin Yong made the rice, while Ya whipped up the dishes. Ya had always been the better cook. Lin Yong used purple jade rice and spirit water to make their rice, of course.

These items were valuable, but Ya was his only family in this world. Nothing was more precious than that. Besides, the system did say that purple jade rice and spirit water worked on regular people too. Sure, cultivation might be nothing but a dream for them, but regular consumption would keep them away from diseases and extend their lifespan.

But Lin Yong had a plan. He’d teach Ya how to cultivate when he had the chance. Still, he thought it would be mortifying to teach Power Farming Manual. Ya might laugh at the hilarity of the farming manual alone.

The rice was great, and so was Ya’s cooking. The lad wasted no time clearing out the big breakfast in front of them.

Lin Yong said, “Stay home, Ya. I have something to settle.”

Ya nodded. “I will, Yong. Don’t worry about me.”