Chapter 193 - 101 Wandering Merchants, Resurrection Cross (5k)

Seeing that Pei Tugou was about to leave after speaking, Wen Yan got anxious and hurried to stop him.

"Brother Gou, don’t rush off, let’s chat for a bit."

"What’s up?"

"You know as well as I do, you can’t sit still during the day, you have to find something to do.

So, I put your name down in the Scorching Sun Department—just like me, you’re an external member of the special task force.

The job’s pretty free, there’s a guaranteed monthly allowance, full insurance, extra bonuses for any work you do.

With this status, if Mom needs to see a doctor, she’s got family member benefits; if your kid needs school, they can attend a local one directly.

About a regular job—if you want during the day, you can come to our funeral home; after all, the more work the more pay, and the benefits aren’t bad.

If I just handed you money for no reason, you’d never take it, you wouldn’t feel right about it.

I’ve wanted to talk to you about this for a while; if something comes up, would you be able to give me a hand?"

Pei Tugou thought about it, twisted his mouth, but didn’t say no.

After all, Wen Yan had covered every angle for him.

"Alright, got it. If you need me, call. And remember to get the body buried early—my daughter has school in the morning."

"No problem, you just leave it to me. I mean, cleaning up—it’s not like I’m not a professional at it."

Pei Tugou walked down the wall, whistling as he disappeared.

Wen Yan didn’t bother sleeping anymore, hurried to get up, washed his face to sober up.

Having old Brother Pei Tugou’s whole family move in—damn, that was a smart move.

With the Great Killer Star Pei Tugou around, he could really sleep like a log, totally defenseless.

First day here, and already got someone hanged—Jesus, the killing vibe is off the charts.

But Wen Yan didn’t even see who got hanged, nor did he think the guy was innocent.

Pei Tugou’s killing vibe was heavy, he acted rough, but honestly, he’d killed very few people over the years—actually showed a lot of restraint.

If someone got hanged today, there had to be a damn good reason.

He walked out of the yard, headed north, and at the last row, he saw a body hanging from a streetlight.

Below was a tricycle, and lying inside it was a Four-eyed Mole Cricket, shivering non-stop—obviously scared shitless.

But when Wen Yan got closer, he saw a big, flashy Platinum Cross Emblem light up on the guy’s chest, glowing bright all over him.

The old man hanging from the streetlamp vanished, and in the next instant, he reappeared outside the iron-fenced perimeter of the villa compound.

The old man’s face was a little pale, didn’t look so great; he rubbed his neck and let out a long sigh.

He looked inside, saw Wen Yan in slippers strolling like it was nothing, and obviously didn’t think Wen Yan was an ordinary person either.

"That was careless..."

He didn’t dare set foot in the villa area again, just waved at Wen Yan from a distance.

"Young man, could you help bring my tricycle and my old buddy out?"

Wen Yan looked the old guy up and down, then glanced at the blood-red rope on the streetlight that was slowly fading, a bit surprised.

Damn, actually survived Pei Tugou—that’s badass.

He looked back—no sign of anything, Pei Tugou seemed done and left everything to him.

Wen Yan thought about it; why the hell would he go out of his way to help this old guy? No reason to help what could be trouble.

He ignored the old man and just started pushing the tricycle away.

Middle of the night, this old guy cut open a new path at the north end of the compound, snuck in, and got hung by Pei Tugou—no matter how you looked at it, he was no good guy.

The old man saw Wen Yan just take off with his tricycle and got anxious right away.

"I’ll trade you something for it! Something really good, I swear!"

"Pfft..." Wen Yan smirked, "If you’re that eager to trade good stuff, then this crappy tricycle must be more valuable, right? Why would I bother bargaining with you? This thing’s your apology for sneaking in."

He turned back, and finally, his Natural Enemy Profession, which hadn’t reacted all this time, did.

"Wandering Merchant."

"A merchant who wanders around, dealing in all sorts of strange and rare items and information.

If you’ve got something you want appraised or to sell off, he’s your guy.

Sure, he’s shifty as hell, but the guy’s a pro at what he does.

If he shows up around you, that means he thinks there’s something here worth his time.

You should try making a deal with him.

Friendly reminder: Beware of swindlers."

"Temporary Ability: Precision Appraisal.

Lets you dance around just under his bottom line price."

Wen Yan got the prompt, glanced at the boxes on the tricycle, and grinned from ear to ear.

Make a deal? Hell no. The guy broke in, pissed off Brother Gou, and managed to get even a mellow guy that mad—he obviously ain’t any good. Why be polite? Take it first, talk later.

So he just pushed the whole tricycle back and parked it in his own yard.

Looking at the Four-eyed Mole Cricket still in a daze, Wen Yan reached out and patted the dog’s head.

"Don’t move, don’t bite, or you’re dead meat."

The mole cricket kept rolling its eyes, as if stuck in a nightmare.

He tried opening the various boxes of all sizes, but no matter what he did, he just couldn’t open any of them, even though none had locks on them.

After messing around for a long while, he didn’t notice the Four-eyed Mole Cricket in the nightmare quietly open a slit in its eye, sneakily watching Wen Yan.