Chapter 91 The Singer, Oh, Singer 24

"When we're asking for favors, can't we soften our attitude a little?"

In this world, where is the logic in begging for food yet acting entitled like a master?

Anyway, the information exchange was done, and looking at them, they didn't seem to have any other rules to offer, so Lin Xiangjun pulled Zhang Minxian and started walking back.

"If you have more rules, you're welcome to come and exchange them with me." She nodded slightly, then left without looking back.

The implication was, if you don't have clues, don't bother coming.

Tiger Wang looked at Lin Xiangjun's retreating figure with a sinister expression, his voice low and gloomy as he said, "This instance has a high difficulty level. We need to find more clues, don't let others look down on us."

Zhang Zhendong rolled his eyes internally.

With that way of speaking of yours—always wanting to be the boss and control everything—anyone who doesn't go along with your wishes is looking down on you, right? Well, that's just hopeless. You walk around looking flat as a pancake all day long, like a sentient carrying pole; you'll never be well-rounded in your life.

...

Zhang Minxian was pulled back to 312 by Lin Xiangjun.

The pile of useful and useless items bought from the supermarket was temporarily placed by the door. Now that both her hands were free, she could finally steady her head properly by holding both sides, and her vision stopped tilting or swaying.

"I might have guessed the death rule."

Before Zhang Minxian could even steady her head, Lin Xiangjun dropped a bombshell.

She widened her eyes abruptly, her brain still unable to process it.

Death rule?

When did this happen?

Wasn't Miss Lin just downstairs arguing with those two men? When did she get the death rule? Was her neck broken and her head detached too?

Facing her own employee—and a very capable one at that—Lin Xiangjun was much more patient than she was with those two arrogant men who wanted to be leaders.

"Just now, when I asked about the cause of death of the Fluorescent Green Short Sleeve, do you remember what that 8097 said?"

Although she already knew Tiger Wang's name, she was used to calling him 8097, so she didn't change how she addressed him.

Zhang Minxian thought about it and said uncertainly, "Was the Fluorescent Green Short Sleeve talking about his girlfriend before he died? That instance, and that ring with healing abilities?"

Lin Xiangjun nodded. She looked out the window. The window hadn't been closed when she jumped down, and at this moment, she could clearly see the wall of the building opposite, gray, gloomy, and old.

She remembered the lines of unsightly, bright red writing that appeared on the wall after opening the black umbrella.

"Hu Zhengzheng's method of death, the rules about the clothes and shoes that unmarried girls raped and murdered in Xieyou Alley had to wear, as well as what the Fluorescent Green Short Sleeve mentioned about his girlfriend before he died..."

Lin Xiangjun's fingers rhythmically tapped on the windowsill unconsciously. Her train of thought slowly became clear, and her tone became light and upbeat.

"Remember when I was asking about this, 8097 suddenly exploded? At first, I thought he just had a sudden attack of illness, but then I suddenly noticed his expression. I found that when I was cursing at him, there was a hint of anticipation on his face, as if he was waiting for me to say something."

Lin Xiangjun concluded.

"He was waiting for me to violate the death rule, just like the Fluorescent Green Short Sleeve."

Zhang Minxian gasped sharply.

"He already knew the death rule and deliberately dug a pit for you to step into? That's so disgusting! Could he possibly gain anything from it?!"

Lin Xiangjun thought for two seconds. While organizing her thoughts, just like slowly combing through tangled hair that had just been blow-dried, slowly and carefully, she said:

"No, he probably doesn't know the exact death rule, only a general scope, or perhaps his understanding of the death rule is wrong. I guess it's possible that before the Fluorescent Green Short Sleeve was thrown off the building by the Songstress, he used insulting vocabulary to curse, so Tiger Wang guessed that cursing might violate the rule?"

"But unfortunately, his guess probably isn't entirely correct. At the very least, cursing someone for being sick to that extent doesn't violate the rule."

When Lin Xiangjun realized that the death rule might be related to cursing, combined with seeing the insulting words written on the wall, she already had a rough guess of the death rule in her mind, and was ninety percent sure of it.

Lin Xiangjun's lips curled upward.

She took out a paper figurine card and, in front of Zhang Minxian, wrote down her personal information and placed it on the table.

She also took out the underworld currency needed to summon the designated paper figure and a bottle of [paper figure Surface Enhancer] and placed them to the side.

Zhang Minxian looked at the pile of things on the table and couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

"Miss Lin, this is..."

"I need you to help me verify a rule," Lin Xiangjun said. "Right now, in this instance, it's not convenient for me to repair your body, but I can't have you wandering around the instance like a headless queen, so I need you to help me verify the rule."

"If nothing goes wrong, you will be thrown down from the third floor, and this body will directly collapse. But it doesn't matter, I can summon you immediately, provide you with a new, stronger body, and a bonus."

Zhang Minxian looked at the thick stack of money in Lin Xiangjun's hand—at least a thousand in underworld currency!

Not only could she get a new body for free, but she could also get a huge bonus. This kind of great deal couldn't be found even if you searched with a lantern! And now she had encountered it?

Her ancestors must have accumulated merit, her ancestors must have accumulated merit! Hahaha!

"Miss Lin, what do you need me to do? Don't worry, I'm efficient and never drag things out. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west. You can be one hundred and one percent assured when you entrust things to me!"

Lin Xiangjun placed the one thousand underworld currency on the table as well, then took her phone and sent a few messages to Zhang Minxian.

"It's nothing major, just curse at me a few times according to what's written above."

Zhang Minxian took out her phone and looked at it, her expression suddenly becoming somewhat indescribable.

"Miss Lin, these words..."

"Don't worry, I'm the one telling you to curse. Feel free to say it boldly; I won't deduct your wages."

Zhang Minxian looked at the phone, feeling somewhat complicated.

Back when she was alive, she worked in a nail salon every day. Some customers didn't pay much, moved around while getting their nails done, and loved to nitpick after it was finished, saying it didn't look like the picture. It drove her to the brink of a nervous breakdown. She felt that she was only living to listen to gossip and eat melons every day; other than that, there wasn't a day she didn't want to die.

On her twenty-fifth birthday, she made a wish while blowing out the candles.

"Heaven bless me, in my next life, I want to find a job where the boss provides room and board, the work is easy, and every day is just about shopping and chatting with people. The salary is paid on time, and the boss likes to drop coins and give bonuses when they have nothing to do... Hmm, it would be even better if the boss paid me to curse at them, hahaha."

At the time, she didn't take this wish seriously, thinking it was impossible to be fulfilled.

Who knew, who knew! The heavens have eyes! The heavens truly have eyes!