Chapter 181 Chapter 176 Poverty
This sentence pulled Ji Ma out of her thoughts. She felt a surge of anger, but the words “keep a low profile while being a demon” were vividly in her mind.
“I’m taking a shower.”
“I saw you start at nine and now it’s ten-thirty! Are you a female water ghost? You don’t even turn on the light when you shower, how long are you going to take?”
“I’ll be done soon.”
“How long will it take? I’m about to poop my pants!” The tenant outside pounded on the flimsy bathroom door, making a “bang bang bang” sound.
Ji Ma turned off the water, and the banging stopped. She opened the bathroom door and stretched out her little finger.
“Go back to your room and wait, it’s fine.”
The tenant outside said, “Okay.”
Then footsteps faded away.
She couldn’t help but use her powers again.
Ji Ma glanced at her personal system panel and saw that her magic power was still at 89%.
Even though she had dealt with the tenant, theoretically she could have stayed in the bathroom until the tenant crapped his pants.
However, Ji Ma had lost her desire to take a shower.
The toilet’s tiled walls were stained yellow. In the dent of the white porcelain squat toilet, there were streaks of brown filth, and cold water dripped from the showerhead onto her head.
How ridiculous, truly ridiculous. After all her efforts to stab George in the back, risking her life, only to go home and share a horrible bathroom with someone else?
Ji Ma took a deep breath, suppressing the impulse to find a nice place to live right now.
“Keep a low profile, keep a low profile. What if the Huaxia Dragon Team stomps on the Chosen Ones, punches the masters, and as soon as my identity is exposed, a dozen flying swords swoop down from the sky to chop me up like Peking duck?”
Thinking this, Ji Ma snapped her fingers.
Drops of water floated up from her smooth skin and damp black hair, falling to the ground.
Ji Ma reached for the evening dress hanging behind the door. She sniffed it and detected a faint foul smell, so she put it down and grabbed her black short-sleeved shirt and shorts, also putting on her boxers.
However, when putting on the black short-sleeved shirt,
her ample chest strained against the fabric, feeling terribly uncomfortable.
With a forceful tug, Ji Ma ripped the black short-sleeved shirt into shreds and put on the fiery red evening dress.
Even when she was on an adventure, she would never shower and wear dirty clothes.
Ji Ma stepped into her slippers, grabbed a straight branch, and gripped it tightly.
It tempted her, to step outside for a breeze when bothered, slash anyone she sees, and her mood would soon improve.
“Keep a low profile, keep a low profile.”
As Ji Ma walked back to her room, she passed one door and said, “I’m done.”
The door immediately swung open, and the tenant rushed out like the wind, heading towards the bathroom.
Ji Ma returned to her room, and the familiar stench of Wan Ziqi immediately hit her.
She held her breath and closed the door tightly.
Looking at the main mission “Revenge” in her personal system, she began to brainstorm what to do next.
Just go find her ex-girlfriend directly.
I’ll just move in with her; after all, her house also counts as one I bought. Then I can study how to make her live in more pain.
Hmm, this way I can study if the pain I extract from humans can restore my magic power.
Unfortunately, Ji Ma remembered. She didn’t know where her ex-girlfriend had disappeared to, and she didn’t even know where her ex’s hometown or residence was.
Thinking back to those days when she willingly handed over her hard-earned money for her to use. The reasons she gave were only things like, “I need a sense of security,” “let’s buy a little nest for a future together.”
Not only did she hand over her paycheck card, but she also sold the house her mom bought for her.
Even more foolishly, after giving so much money, she didn’t even know where the new house was.
When asked, it was always “don’t you trust me?”
“So disappointing.”
“You still listen to your mom? I’m not saying you, but you really are a bit of a mama’s boy.”
Three centuries later, Ji Ma had forgotten many memories on Earth. Only these fragmented memories lingered clearly in her mind.
She still remembered the conversations on her phone screens.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got; the straight branch in her hand turned directly into a “branch axe spear,” her mouth sprouted sharp teeth and a long tongue, waving in the air, craving blood.
“Take me back.”
The branch axe spear turned back into a branch.
She needed to remain calm, at least not to impulsively chop her ex-girlfriend up, otherwise, she would lose many opportunities to torment her.
Ji Ma picked up her blood-stained phone from the bed.
It had her ex-girlfriend’s phone number; maybe it could serve as a medium to help her divine the whereabouts of her ex.
The phone had been bought by her stepmother during college, to show she cared for her stepson, she spent a lot of money. It seemed to be the flagship device at the time, miraculously surviving a fall, at least the screen was still bright, and it could still dial.
Ji Ma fumbled for the smartphone, finding the side button and pressing it hard.
The heavily cracked screen lit up.
Ji Ma reached out, touching the crack-filled phone screen.
No response.
She tried imitating how locals used smartphones, sliding and tapping on the screen with her fingers, but there was not even a hint of a reaction.
“Strange, wasn’t I able to dial 120 before?”
As soon as she finished speaking,
the phone screen went black. Ji Ma pressed the power button again, several times, but it had no effect.
“Out of battery?”
Ji Ma didn’t find a charger anywhere.
She remembered that when she searched Wan Ziqi before, he was extremely poor, even the goblins on the roadside were richer than him. He didn’t have a single bit of currency on him, and even the goblins had shiny shells.
Right, in her past life, she used a smartphone to pay for things; people wouldn’t carry money on them.
Ji Ma suddenly realized she had not a penny to her name.
She should at least fix the phone first; as for money, she could pay after it was fixed. Money? Tomorrow, she would go to this useless “ranch” of his, take everything he had, and quit; hopefully, he didn’t get paid daily.
While Ji Ma was thinking this, she habitually leaned hard against the chair back, using two chair legs for support.
The stainless steel chair leg suddenly bent, her body lost balance.
Ji Ma reacted immediately, swiftly regaining her balance, standing tall and looking at her chair.
This cheap chair had thin hollow stainless steel legs, and now one was broken.
Without a word, Ji Ma grabbed the “straight branch,” jumped onto the boat, and stepped on the windowsill, pushing the window open.
The smell of barbecue filled the air as the night wind blew on her face.
Ji Ma held the window frame, sighed, closed the window, and murmured, “Low profile, low profile.”
She sat on the bed, the long night stretched on, at least she needed to find something to do.
She had already decided to go to Wan Ziqi’s company tomorrow.
Ji Ma thought for a moment and considered that her current escape ability was quite poor.
The reason was that she could not currently enter the dream realm or open the Dream Palace. This was equivalent to halving her personal strength; without the ability to roam the dream world, what kind of demon was she?
Ji Ma closed her eyes, surrounded by the cheap incense and the stench of Wan Ziqi, slowly drifting into a dream.
Time passed, she didn’t know how long.
Very slow, yet very fast.
In the blink of an eye.
Ji Ma found herself in her dream.
In her dream, she could get anything she wanted, but it was meaningless.
Ji Ma tried to walk through her dream, entering the dream world.
She emerged like a silkworm breaking free from its cocoon, extending her head from the white dream, only to see a vast emptiness, a darkness so empty it was suffocating.
Yet in the darkness, Ji Ma saw many, many “dream balloons,” densely packed, comparable to the city lights.
“So, no one has cultivated the dream world yet. If I cultivate the dream world, I should be the master of dreams, right?”
