90: The Real Daughter Has a Divine Calculation System

Chapter 3

"Anzi, you must promise grandma that you won't tell anyone about your vision of Superman." Grandma Wang grabbed Anzi's thin shoulders and reminded him over and over again.

Anzi nodded seriously, "I won't tell you. I'll only tell grandma."

Wang Po: …

She wanted to say no, she didn't really want to know, but then she thought about something and agreed with Anzi's words, "Yes, you can only tell grandma, and don't tell anyone else."

Anzi grinned, his tone full of eagerness, "Uncle Rong said he would give me his private money to buy candy, can I take it?"

Wang Po poured out the money from the box and counted it one by one. When she heard Anzi's words, she looked puzzled, "When did your uncle Arong say that?"

She thought it was when Zhu Rourong was teasing Anzi before he died, but she didn't expect the little kid to keep saying shocking things. "Just now! Uncle Arong even stuck his head through the door and talked to me."

Wang Po:!!!
Wang Po rolled her eyes and was about to fall down.

She knew that the old man was unreliable! That talisman couldn't stop ghosts at all!
Zhu Rourong was stuck. He was stuck on the door of Anzi's house.

No one can see him except An Zi, so he comes to An Zi for help.

His head came in and his body stuck out of the door. Fortunately, no one could see it, otherwise people would definitely ask the master to catch him.

Anzi was young and didn't realize how scary he was. Instead, he walked over and talked to him with interest.

"Uncle Rong, have you become Superman?"

Zhu Rourong's face turned pale and he decided to choose Superman between the dead ghost and Superman.

"Yes, yes, but I'm in a bit of trouble and I need your help."

Anzi's eyes were shining brightly, and his admiration was about to overflow. Zhu Rourong suddenly felt that his behavior of coaxing a child was a bit despicable.

But he had no other choice, he couldn't wait that long.

He doesn't want to stay in the world of the living and become a wandering ghost. Wandering ghosts are so pitiful.

"If you help me, I will use all my private money to buy you candy, just like I said just now."

That way, his conscience would feel better.

"Okay, okay!" Anzi smacked her lips and assured her that she was doing this to help the Superman who was in trouble, and it was not because she wanted to eat candy.

Wang Po woke up trembling, opened her eyes and saw Anzi talking to himself seriously at the door, she rolled her eyes and lay down again.

This is all a dream, it will be fine when I wake up, she comforted herself.

Anzi turned his head to look at grandma lying on the bed, then looked at Zhu Rourong on the door, "Uncle Rong, grandma is asleep, so let's go get some money from our savings to buy candy now."

Zhu Rourong hesitated to speak. She wanted to say that she was just thinking about eating, but she also wanted to say that she had to help first before she could eat the candy.

Facing the admiration and expectation in the little kid's eyes, he felt that he was good enough again.

It's just a little pocket money, which you can't bring with you when you are born or when you die. What's wrong with buying candy for the child? He is happy with it!
"Okay." Zhu Rourong agreed, but soon pouted.

He couldn't get in or out, and couldn't even get down from the door.

Anzi scratched his head, opened the door quietly, and stood on tiptoe to hug Zhu Rourong's calf.

There was nothing below his calves, so Anzi hugged his calves.

Zhu Rourong: !!! Help! This human child was able to touch him!

Moreover, she carried him and dragged him out of the door which was stuck and he couldn't move.

"Anzi, you are the superman, right?" He murmured in shock and looked down. This was indeed a standard human being with plenty of yang energy. But not only could he see him and talk to him, he could even touch him. Doesn't this still count as a superman?
"Uncle Rong, I'm not Superman, you are Superman." Anzi argued seriously.

Uncle Rong is so cool, he can even float.

After coming back to his senses from the shock, Zhu Rourong raised his hand and held the little baby's warm hand, feeling as if he were alive again.

"Come on, uncle will take you to buy some candy!" He said what he often said to An Zi before, but his tone was more excited than every time before.

He took her down the stairs from the other end of the corridor and prepared to go to the shop to get his private money.

At the corner of the stairs, Anzi met a strange young lady. The young lady was standing in the corner wearing a beautiful red dress, with a bow tied on her ponytail and a colorful ball in her hand. Even at night, the ball still looked very eye-catching.

She looked down at her overalls that had been washed bleached by washing, and her sandals that her grandma had mended with tongs, and then touched her short hair. For the first time, she realized that she might be different from other children.

Zhu Rourong didn't notice her little action. He stared at the little girl vigilantly and picked up An Zi as usual.

Anzi couldn't help but chuckle, "Uncle Rong, I'm floating too."

Zhu Rourong made a "whoosh" sound, as if there was a ghost chasing him, and ran away far away in a few minutes while holding An Zi.

Staring at their backs without blinking, the little girl raised the corners of her lips sarcastically.

Leaving the building and turning into the back alley, Anzi's eyes widened because there were so many supermen here, one, two, three, she couldn't count them all.

Zhu Rourong, who took An Zi through a shortcut, never expected that he would run into so many wandering ghosts hiding from the evil spirits here.

The leader was an old man whom Zhu Rourong knew. He was the grandfather of another bad boy who played well with A Ming upstairs. He had been scolded by him when he was a child.

"Grandpa Zhang." Zhu Rourong greeted him humbly. The other person had been dead for decades. How could he, a new ghost who just died today, dare to challenge him?

More than a dozen wandering ghosts shrank back in fear, with one at the back having half of his body squeezed into the wall.

They were afraid too. This guy was killed on July 14th. He was a fierce ghost when he died. Who dared to fight him head-on? Who had the ability? Not to mention that he still had a seven-day novice protection period.

The two sides confronted each other silently in the narrow alley for a while, and then each of them slowly moved forward along the wall, afraid that the other would accidentally bump into them. Only An Zi's "chuckling" laughter was particularly scary in the silent night.

After walking through the alley and arriving at the back door of the pork shop, Zhu Rourong put Anzi down and motioned for her to move the flower pot under the wall.

When I moved the flowerpot, I saw a tightly wrapped plastic bag underneath.

When he opened the plastic bag, he was really shocked by the stack of Hong Kong dollars inside.

She exclaimed, "That's a lot of money. I can buy a lot of candy."

Zhu Rourong's mouth twitched. He had just counted it yesterday and found that there were more than four hundred yuan of private money in the plastic bag. Why did this child only think about buying candy?

But on second thought, the best thing she has ever eaten in her life is probably sugar.

Rubbing her furry head, Zhu Rourong sighed, saying that if he hadn't died, maybe he would have such a cute child in a few years.

But now he was dead, he had nothing, no future, not to mention children.

Thinking of this, he felt even more sorry for himself. He worked so hard selling pork to support that woman, but she dared to cheat on him and even helped the rapist clean up the murder scene. She also wanted to inherit his property. How could she have the nerve? How dare she!
(End of this chapter)