Where the wall plaster had peeled away, a glittering “Sales Leaderboard” hung in midair. The name at the very bottom was pinned in place by three blood-red crosses: Zhen Duoyu.
Beside the crosses floated a line of tiny text: [Foundation Establishment loan 27 days overdue. Spiritual stone interest has ballooned to 1,372 premium-grade stones. The physical body collateral agreement has been filed with the Immortal Realm Court’s Enforcement Division.]
Zhen Duoyu was crouched in the corner of a cubicle, using a cheap Spirit-Gathering Talisman as a hand warmer. He blew on his hands and counted the traces of Evil-Repelling Vermilion Sand left beneath his fingernails.
He’d just shown an outer-sect steward from the Zixiao Group three cave dwellings. Before leaving, the man had said, “Salesman Zhen, your mouth is louder than a heavenly tribulation, but you never strike the right spot.” Crude but true: he really couldn’t sell a house.
It wasn’t that he didn’t know what to say. Nobody believed him.
After all, who in the entire Immortal Capital didn’t know that Tian Dao Realty’s “Haunted House Department” was listed on the back of his employee badge?
“Zhen Duoyu!”
The furious shout made the window frames tremble. Even the Qi Refining intern meditating next door choked and spat out a mouthful of spiritual energy.
