His image was ruined!
The image that Mao Fang had tried so hard to create was gone.
The person sitting here now was a fat man who looked tacky all over. He was enthusiastically recommending jobs for Lin Que. His fat was trembling as he was afraid that his smile wasn't sweet enough.
"It's true. The country needs talents like you right now. My god, neutralizing grandmasters can release their thoughts and stir up their blood. All kinds of malicious ghosts have to retreat.”
"Special class?"
"Yes, a department that specializes in solving bad supernatural cases!”
What was going on?
He was just out for a walk.
He could pick up a wild neutralizing grandmaster?
Let's not talk about it anymore. His year-end bonus this year would definitely double, and it would be several times!
Mao Fang looked at Lin Que happily.
The latter, on the other hand, had a look of understanding.
"So you're from the government. I really couldn't tell. You don't have that kind of official aura.”
Lin Que suddenly understood.
No wonder he knew so much.
"Not really. I'm just a tool in charge of contacting the officials and the experts of the people. I'm just a microphone, a small screw.”
The hairy fatty was being modest.
He smiled modestly and then stared at Lin Que with a burning gaze, as if a poor man had just picked up two hundred yuan on the street.
"Boss Lin, Boss Lin."
"Just promise me. Neutralized Grandmasters are treated very well in the organization. They can also get access to higher-level secrets, such as more information about the Blood Sect!”
The hairy fat man moved him with emotion and told him to take advantage of it.
However, Lin Que was more concerned about his sister now.
Lin Qiong had already become a ghost for half a month. Her soul could still stay in this world for a month.
A month later, he was gone.
He was going to lose her forever, just like how he lost his parents five years ago.
They had passed away.
To a place he would never find.
Now, even Lian Qiong was going to use this method to leave him…
How could he accept this!
He was more concerned about this.
Was there any way to make ghosts stay in the world of the living for a long time?
If the officials had the secrets and ways to do so, he would definitely join without a second thought.
However, the truth was that there was no such thing.
Fatty didn't dare to lie about this kind of problem.
To deceive a neutralizing grandmaster on such a question, his fat body of nearly 200 pounds was not qualified enough. A few punches would be enough to knock out his suet.
"Even the officials can't do anything about it…"
"Boss, ghosts disappear after 49 days. This is an iron rule that no one can change, unless…"
"Unless what?" Lin Que's spirits were lifted.”
"Unless your sister has the chance to become a legendary ghost immortal…But that's just a legend. I've never heard of a ghost becoming a ghost immortal.”
Ghost Immortal…
Lin Que fell silent.
Originally, he had come with hope, hoping to find a way to keep his sister in the human world.
Unfortunately…
It was not hopeless.
There was one last way!
That was the system's monthly parallel world fusion. At this moment, he was looking forward to the next month's fusion to fuse a Xianxia world.
As for joining the government…
To him, the only benefit of joining the government was that he could get more information about the Blood Sect.
He could take revenge faster.
Revenge naturally had to be taken.
Information about the Blood Temple was also necessary.
However, it was not necessary for him to join the government.
In the market that expelled demons and ghosts, supply had always been less than demand. Those who had the ability to exorcise demons and ghosts often obtained great power, which could be sold at a high price.
He didn't need to wait for the right price.
He was prepared to obtain that information through employment.
The reason why he was unwilling to join the official organization was because of his cheat.
He had only merged with one martial arts system, so it was nothing much for now.
What if he fused with some Xianxia or high-level martial arts power system in the future? Would smart people guess that he had the ability to connect to the other world?
Even money could move people's hearts, let alone a cheat?
Once it was exposed, it would be an endless amount of trouble.
It was better to avoid trouble.
"I'm sorry, I don't have any plans to join now.”
Lin Que thought for a moment and replied," If there's a way to make the ghost stay, I'll join…But you know, you don't have such a way."”
"Boss, there's really nothing we can do about this.”
"So, there's no need to say anything."
"Treatment! Super high treatment!"
"Heh, fame and fortune are just worldly possessions. They're just floating clouds!”
"Alright, you don't care about fame and fortune, but don't you want to be a hero who saves the world?”
"A world without a sister, I might as well destroy it!”
“……”
Even if Su Qin reincarnated, he would not be able to convince a stubborn sis-con.
Seeing Lin Que still shaking his head, he was completely speechless.
Sister-con was too annoying!
……
……
A strange scene appeared at the entrance of the western restaurant.
A greasy fatty in his thirties was hugging the leg of a handsome young man.
He hugged her and howled.
"Boss, please join us!”
"You don't even know how precious a grandmaster like you is. When you stand there and release your qi and blood, you exude an overbearing aura. No unclean things dare to approach you.”
"Even if we encounter the worst situation, we can still bring the team back safely!”
Mao Fang was in tears.
He could not help but cry when he mentioned the warriors who had sacrificed themselves to fight against the Anomalies.
"There are only a dozen or so Grandmasters in the country.”
"Our Jianghai City's special department has been living frugally. We can't even apply for a single one.”
"Join us!"
Tsk, he's still a fatty from the northeast.
It was a pity that Lin Que had already honed his heart of stone in the other world. No matter what the other party said, he would not relent.
However, he didn't completely refuse.
"How about this? I like to be unrestrained, so I won't join.”
"If you encounter any troublesome missions, you can call me for help.”
"I'll definitely help when I'm free!”
Lin Que didn't forget to emphasize one point.
"This is an employment relationship. You have to pay!”
Previously, he said that fame and fortune were like floating clouds?
Bah! Liar!
Men are all liars!
"The remuneration is negotiable! Why don't you come to my company and become a director? You don't have to do anything and you'll get paid every month. How about it?”
"You still have a company?" Lin Que couldn't help but ask.
Thinking about it carefully, he knew that this fatty was not poor just by looking at his clothes.
In addition, he had a partnership with the government, so starting a company was not a big deal.
"Let's talk about it again, let's talk about it."
This compromise answer made Fatty satisfied. He left happily.
Lin Que also got on the bus and prepared to go home.
"Blood Sect…"
The name of the evil sect was very simple. It was called the Blood Sect.
Legend has it that it had something to do with the ghosts and gods that the Qiu Qiu people worshipped in the immemorial era. Seventeen years ago, the large-scale blood sacrifice case caused a huge commotion, and the culprit fled to the Eastern Tibetan Plateau.
So far, they had not found out his identity.
Lin Que took out his phone and searched for Blood Sect, trying to find some clues on the Internet.
However, he changed the keywords several times.
They didn't find the results they wanted. It was obvious that this information was blocked by the officials.
After a while, he put down his phone dejectedly.
He had to admit that fighting alone was very inefficient. He could only wait for news from Mao.
He sat in front of the car window and looked at the scenery of people coming and going on the street in boredom.
Suddenly, he received a text message.
Lin Que glanced at it.
He was stunned.
It was a message without the sender's number.
Logically speaking, even if it was a junk message, there should be a phone number.
But this message didn't.
The sender's number was a bunch of garbled characters.
After opening the message.
There was only one simple sentence.
"You're not going home at noon?"
Ah, this…
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