"Alright, alright, even if you can't become an Official Awakener, you can always go back to Gotham and face off with Batman, so don't be sad."
Wu Liang patted Chen Wang's shoulder earnestly, speaking as if he were comforting him.
Seeing Chen Wang was about to explode like a powder keg, Wu Liang quickly turned around and ran back to his room, locking the door behind him.
Then he skillfully pulled out earplugs, putting them on to welcome a quiet and peaceful world.
Bang bang bang!
"Wu Liang! I***, you***, don't let me catch you! Or else I*****."
Soon after, curses like telegraph signals sounded outside the door, but unfortunately, Wu Liang couldn't hear any of the personal attacks from the other side.
He even wondered if his taunts just now didn't hit the mark, feeling he could have gone further with them.
Remembering Chen Wang's irate appearance just now made him want to laugh, whispering: "Come back, today you really performed a great feat, next time there's a ghost I'll have it feed you first."
As soon as he finished speaking, a bright red oil paper umbrella appeared out of thin air beside the bed, twisting and turning as if quite pleased with the praise.
Why could Wu Liang be totally unaffected by the negative emotions guided by the Awakened Ability?
Of course, that's because he stayed under the umbrella the whole time, with the effect of [Shelter] constantly dispelling negative influences.
It's just that the umbrella wasn't in the room—rather, it was upstairs.
The tenants of the upstairs apartment just moved out, and it's currently vacant.
As soon as his aunt started pounding on the door, Wu Liang opened the bedroom window, summoning the oil paper umbrella to climb up the outer wall into the empty upstairs apartment.
From then on, no matter where he went downstairs, the oil paper umbrella would always stay directly above him upstairs, which counts as being under the umbrella to use the [Shelter] ability.
After finishing his praises, Wu Liang retracted the oil paper umbrella back into the Ghost Compendium and stretched lazily.
Today was really busy, he must get a good night's sleep!
......
A whole night's time quietly flew by.
Last night, not sure if his aunt's family could sleep, but Wu Liang at least slept soundly till six in the morning without waking up, indicating an excellent sleep quality.
After waking up and quickly freshening up, Wu Liang donned a set of sportswear and headed out for a morning run.
Since supernatural occurrences started resurfacing, Wu Liang has deeply realized the importance of physical fitness.
Although a normal person's physique can't withstand a Fierce Ghost, compared to the obese, immobile nerds, agile people surely have a better chance of survival.
After all, when danger strikes and you start running for your life, you actually don't need to outrun the Fierce Ghost, just be faster than everyone else.
Moreover, Wu Liang needs to seek and collect more Fierce Ghosts for the Ghost Compendium; how can he do that without a good physique?
Every morning, without fail, spending forty minutes running ten kilometers has become Wu Liang's daily routine.
It's just that occasionally some situations arise that prevent him from completing the whole run, like now—
"Sir, let's be fair here, you must be kidding if you said a dump truck hit you into the Otherworld to fly that far, especially since I'm just running."
At this moment, halfway through his run, Wu Liang was leaning against the railing by the river, with an elderly man five meters across crying out in pain.
This bright early morning, without many pedestrians around, this old man approached Wu Liang.
Clearly, it's a scam.
Wu Liang has seen scams involving helping elderly people, but never encountered one where the elderly immediately fell while passing by, then rolled five meters, claiming to be hit by him.
Am I a truck? Can I hit you and send you flying five meters?
"I don't care, this matter needs a resolution today! Either compensate me or we call the police!" The elderly man lay on the ground, looking like an unreasonable rogue refusing to get up.
Wu Liang casually pointed to the top of the streetlamp above, at its round equipment, saying: "Sir, there's surveillance here, dare you still call the police?"
But unexpectedly, hearing this, the elderly man said smugly: "Oh, that surveillance is broken! Now, when I say you hit me, then you hit me!"
"Oh? The surveillance is broken already?"
"Without surveillance, you dare scam me anyway?"
Seeing the exceptionally gentle-looking young man in front of him with a smile that seemed ready to kill and silence, the elderly man felt things were looking bad.
The young man stepped closer heavily, with the smile on his face becoming more sinister.
Finally, as Wu Liang approached him, seemingly about to grab his collar to lift and beat him up.
The elderly man couldn't hold on any longer.
He quickly got up, scrambling on all fours towards a crowded area.
His running speed was hardly slower than young people's.
Seeing the distant departing figure of the elderly, the Ghost Compendium in Wu Liang's mind trembled lightly, as if one of the collected Fierce Ghosts was conveying some information.
But Wu Liang simply shook his head and muttered to himself: "No need to remind me, I've noticed it long ago; the clothing that old man wears is a mortuary garment..."
The outer coat the elderly wore seemed no different from regular clothing, but upon closer inspection, the lining underneath was actually a black and red base full of "longevity" characters—a mortuary garment!
A mortuary garment meant for the deceased, now worn by a living person.
Although he hadn't sensed the presence of a Fierce Ghost, that mortuary garment gave Wu Liang an ominous vibe.
After all, the elderly man's fall and rolling actions were less like his deliberate choice, more like being dragged by something.
But the elderly man himself wasn't aware of it.
Even more bizarrely, this seemingly eighty-plus-year-old person with gray hair fell straight onto the ground rolling five meters, yet leapt up and could swiftly flee.
Even the healthiest young person would wince and grimace some, right?
"Forget it, had initially intended to help him take off that mortuary garment, but since this old man doesn't appreciate it, my verdict is—to release the urge to help, respecting others' destinies." Wu Liang shrugged helplessly.
After being delayed by this incident, Wu Liang was too lazy to finish the ten kilometers, directly turning back home.
After a quick shower, having breakfast, he reluctantly searched his wardrobe for slightly appropriate attire.
Catching the subway, arriving at the familiar TV station office building before nine.
Today the place restored its usual hustle and bustle, as if yesterday's supernatural incident never occurred.
Such a mere supernatural incident can't destroy folks' 996 blessing-filled life!
This time, Wu Liang skillfully found himself on the fifth floor's HR department, wanting to ask Jiang Min where he'd be placed, since the contract hasn't been signed yet.
But who knew, upon arrival at HR and chatting with the big brother there, Wu Liang felt unease.
"Oh, you're Wu Liang, right? Yesterday, your teacher and Sister Jiang Min had put in a word for you, placing you in the editorial department as a reporter."
"You can directly report to the department, for the contract, have the vice minister sign it."
"Huh? Why not the minister?" Wu Liang questioned, confused slightly, not needing to know one's boss upon starting work?
The HR big brother replied:
"Sure not possible, this morning the editorial minister suddenly took leave and couldn't come to the unit; it seems his household elder while strolling by the river was knocked over by someone, and the perpetrator fled not to be found; he's now busy in a mess!"
"..."
"Well then, big brother, though I haven't started work yet, can I immediately process a resignation?"