I calmed my emotions and buried all my doubts in my heart.
Qing Dai not telling me the reason now was probably because I was too weak.
Otherwise, why would she say she would meet me without her mask once I had the ability to protect myself?
Or perhaps, there was some other reason.
But it didn't matter, as long as Qing Dai was still here.
I believed I could gradually get to know her.
Taking a deep breath, I temporarily put the matter aside.
Then I walked towards Mo Ting by the roadside.
Mo Ting was leaning against a lamppost, sleeping soundly.
I patted him,
"Old Mo, Old Mo..."
Mo Ting, after being shaken a few times, finally opened his eyes and said groggily,
"Hmm, hmm, is the tofu pudding ready?"
As he spoke, he staggered to his feet.
I quickly steadied him and said with a wry smile,
"Tofu pudding? That old woman who sold tofu pudding was a damn old demon."
"Ah? An old demon?"
Mo Ting looked utterly bewildered, clearly not understanding.
I pulled Mo Ting and directly led him to the small cart.
Pointing to the rusty thermos, I said,
"See for yourself!"
Mo Ting rubbed his eyes and looked inside.
He saw that there was no tofu pudding in the thermos at all.
Instead, there was rotten meat covered in maggots.
The previously fragrant smell was now overpoweringly foul.
Mo Ting was startled by the sight.
Then, he turned his head in surprise and looked at me, disbelief in his eyes,
"Holy crap, is that for real?
That, that old woman, is really a demon?"
Mo Ting's shock sobered him up considerably, and his body was noticeably steadier.
I lit a cigarette and slowly said,
"It was an old yellow weasel, one that eats human souls."
Mo Ting's mouth fell open in surprise.
I then recounted everything that had happened to him.
As for Qing Dai, I didn't mention her.
I only said that the yellow weasel got scared and ran away when I drew out my peach wood sword, claiming it had little cultivation.
After listening, Mo Ting slapped his forehead repeatedly.
He kept blaming himself,
"Oh my god, I, the great urban demon slayer.
Finally, I had a chance to fight a demon.
Alas! I missed it just like that, what a shame, what a shame..."
I was speechless.
Others feared and avoided unclean spirits and demons.
This guy, on the other hand, was the opposite.
He was afraid of not encountering them and got excited when he did...
Hearing about the old yellow weasel, Mo Ting's drunkenness lessened considerably.
Although he still walked a bit unsteadily, he was much more alert.
He kept pestering me for details about the encounter with the old yellow weasel, regretting his missed opportunity.
After walking for about ten minutes on the street, we returned to my rented room.
Both of us were very tired, and we had also been drinking.
Upon returning, I felt utterly drained, and we both collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.
When I woke up again, my head still ached a little.
Feeling groggy, I sat up in bed and checked the time; it was already noon the next day.
Mo Ting was still asleep beside me.
I nudged him,
"Old Mo, get up!"
Mo Ting's eyes were bloodshot.
"Ah! What time is it?"
"Almost noon!"
I replied and took a sip of water.
Since I was going to catch ghosts last night, my master had granted me half a day off, so I wasn't in a hurry.
I asked Mo Ting if he was going to work in the afternoon.
Mo Ting said no, his master had also given him two days off to rest and recuperate.
After getting dressed and washing my face,
We both left the room and went out for lunch.
Afterward, Mo Ting took a ride home, while I took a bus to Wanfu Hall.
I also planned to tell my master about encountering the old yellow weasel last night.
After all, it wasn't a good thing.
When I arrived at Wanfu Hall, I found my master puffing on his pipe and counting money.
There seemed to be tens of thousands, stacked in bundles.
"Master!"
I called out.
Seeing me arrive, my master chuckled and said,
"You're here, you worked hard last night. Take this!"
He then grabbed a bundle and handed it directly to me.
Looking at the thickness, I estimated it to be at least ten thousand.
I was taken aback.
"Master, this is?"
I had graduated from a technical school and had been working for several years.
I had never received so much money in a single month.
My master blew out a puff of smoke.
"Salary plus bonus."
"This, so much?"
I was somewhat surprised.
According to the contract my master had given me, my monthly salary was only four thousand yuan.
In my first month of work, I was given ten thousand?
At this moment, I was not only excited but also overjoyed.
While working in factories I earned two to three thousand, here with my master, I received ten thousand in the first month.
I had also received a scattered welfare payment of over a thousand yuan before.
This month's income had already reached the average income level of the entire province.
"You think it's too much?"
My master asked while counting money.
"No, no, no, I just didn't expect the commission to be so high."
I replied with a smile.
My master didn't look at me, only continuing to puff on his pipe as he said,
"In our line of work, as long as you have true skills, you don't have to worry about not making money.
But it's also a life on the edge, with your head on the line.
Take the money and use it well, and honor your grandmother properly.
Save the rest, and you can buy a house and get married in the future.
Don't get involved in crooked ways, and definitely don't touch gambling or drugs..."