Quick Transmigration: The Gossip Master Took the Black Lotus Script - Chapter 9

Old Man Luo looked at the miserable state of the three of them. Though he didn’t want to accept it, doubt had already started creeping into his heart.

“What else did that girl say?”

“She said Second Brother can’t rest easy with his wife and daughter left behind, so he stayed in the mortal world. Because Sister-in-law came to cause trouble today, he got angry and struck out at us.”

“She also said if we don’t hand over money and ration tickets, Second Brother will kill us! If his family can’t live well, then no one will.”

At those words, Old Man Luo’s brows wrinkled so tight they looked like they could crush a mosquito to death.

It took a long while before he finally said, “Let me think about it.”

Old Madam Luo loved money, but she valued her life even more. Seeing her husband still hesitating, she immediately gave him a look. “Old man, just give the money! We absolutely can’t afford to anger Second Brother. For all we know, he could be watching right now!”

Old Man Luo glared at her fiercely without answering. He tapped his pipe against the table, the atmosphere tense enough to hear a pin drop.

Ten minutes later, he spoke. “Eldest daughter-in-law, go get the money and ration tickets and send them over.”

After thinking it over, he decided he would meet the girl himself. If Luo An was just pretending to summon ghosts, he would definitely teach her a lesson.

But if Second Son really was here…

He was still his father—surely he wouldn’t harm him, right?

At worst, he’d hand over the money.

As much as he loved money and his eldest son, the younger one had become a ghost now—holding his fate in his hands. He could only sacrifice the eldest.

Chen Juhua had been clinging to a last shred of hope, but never expected the old man to give in so quickly.

“Father, the master of the house isn’t back yet. If he finds out, won’t he be angry? How about we wait a little longer? Maybe it’s nothing at all?”

“That’s right, Grandfather. Let’s wait until Dad and Big Brother come back and then decide!” Luo Ning chimed in, unwilling to hand over the money so easily.

Just then, two shrill screams rang out in the courtyard.

Old Man Luo watched as his eldest daughter-in-law and eldest granddaughter suddenly clutched their faces and fell to the ground. Each of their faces bore a bright red handprint.

Especially Luo Ning—one on each cheek, perfectly symmetrical, perfectly clear.

The scene happened so suddenly that Old Man Luo froze.

He believed it now! He believed his Second Son was still here!

His hand shook so badly the pipe fell to the ground with a crack. The sound jolted him back to his senses.

“Second Son, Second Son! Stop hitting them! We’ll hand the money over to your wife right away!”

Hidden by an invisibility talisman, Luo An curled her lips at the sight of Old Man Luo’s trembling legs.

Useless thing! Not even fun to tease.

She kicked Luo Ning and Chen Juhua each, sending them flying like arrows into the corner, their insides aching like fire.

Old Madam Luo, terrified, immediately hid behind her husband, tears and snot streaming down her face as she begged. “Second Son, I’m your mother! Don’t hit me, don’t hit me!”

As she spoke, she scooted toward the cupboard, trying to hide behind it.

Luo An stopped. If they were all beaten half to death, no one would deliver money to her.

Sure, she could easily pull treasures from her Qiankun Pouch—things people in this world would kill for.

But no, she liked the game. She liked to slowly strip away what others valued most, watching those wicked people tremble with fear and pain.

Ha! So entertaining.

The Luo family’s pleas for mercy went on for a good ten minutes, but Luo An had already strolled leisurely back home.

001’s cute little face was practically twisted from what it had seen.

“Host, be honest—what else do you have in that Qiankun Pouch? Tell me! I need mental preparation.”

Luo An shook her head. “Better if you don’t know. Otherwise, you’ll get jealous—dreaming night and day about my treasures.”

The more she said that, the more curious 001 became. “Host, I’m a system who’s seen the world, my eyelids aren’t that shallow. Don’t worry!”

It even patted its chest, swearing an oath.

Seeing that, Luo An’s eyes flickered. “Fine.”

With a wave of her hand, the contents of the pouch flashed before 001’s eyes for three seconds before vanishing.

“Holy crap! You—you—you… how do you have so many treasures? I’m jealous!”

Just moments ago it had sworn it wouldn’t be, but now its little face was all envy and longing. What a blow to its dignity as a system.

Pills, talismans, weapons, rare herbs only known from legends—it wanted them all so badly.

“Host, can I discuss something with you?”

“No.” Luo An refused flatly.

“I didn’t even say what yet! Don’t be like this—” 001 whined.

“I don’t want to hear it. You just promised you wouldn’t covet my things, I heard you loud and clear. A person has to have integrity. Even a system has to stay focused if it wants to be the top dog of its field—the fighter jet of the workforce. You should be single-minded and rise above…”

Luo An rambled on and on, the main point being: My stuff isn’t yours, don’t even think about it.

001 wanted to slap itself. Serves you right for running your mouth! Now you get nothing. But the lure of those treasures was too much to bear.

“Host, I know we just met and I shouldn’t ask for anything yet. I’ll work hard to serve you well. I only ask—when you’re free, could you maybe let me take another look at those treasures?”

“Depends on your performance.”

By then, Luo An had reached home and flopped onto her bed. A perfectly roasted chicken wing appeared in her hand, which she happily gnawed on.

001 felt a pang of envy for such a carefree life—eating and drinking whatever she wanted. Unlike it, stuck as a spirit, unable to taste a thing.

After a full meal, Luo An started dozing off. But before she had slept long, the Luo family showed up again.

And not just Old Man Luo and the others—this time, even her uncle and cousin had come.

Ha! That was fast.

Especially Uncle Luo Song—ever since her father’s death, that “good” uncle hadn’t set foot in their home once. And yet here he was now.

Seeing Luo An yawn her way out of the room, the Luo family lined up neatly, none of their usual arrogance left.

Luo Song and Luo Ping hadn’t witnessed “Second Brother” in action themselves. Their eyes showed fear mixed with curiosity, but they didn’t dare step forward, afraid of becoming targets. They nudged Old Man Luo to speak instead.

Of course, Old Man Luo felt bitter. Everyone knew how much he doted on his eldest son and grandson, but now, faced with danger, they shoved him to the front to take the blow.

Even so, he only frowned slightly before tremblingly handing a bundle to Luo An. “An’an, Grandpa brought you the money. Your dad was right—life in the countryside is hard. Better to carry some money for safety.”

Luo An glanced at the bundle but didn’t take it. Thinking she was dissatisfied, Old Man Luo quickly added,

“I know it isn’t much. Once you’ve gone to the countryside, I’ll find more good things to send you. For now, I’ll have to wrong you.”

Luo An hadn’t expected the old man to be so tactful. She accepted the bundle with a bright smile. “Grandpa, you really care for me. Once I’m down there, I won’t forget you. I’ll write often.”

Old Man Luo: …Please don’t.