Chapter Fifteen: Testing Intelligence?
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“Sorry, little fierce ghost. I hadn’t told you earlier because, honestly, I am the last divine tree remaining in this world, both heaven and earth,” Nan Xian said heavily, turning his head slightly to reveal a sharp jawline tinged with melancholy.
‘Yes, just like that—melancholy with a hint of sensuality, sensuality with a touch of gauntness. This is the pose countless brooding protagonists in novels use. Hmm, little fierce ghost, aren’t you completely captivated now?’ he thought, seizing the moment to continue, “Of course, I’m not saying this to make you pity me and fall in love. I’m telling you this because…”
Feigning strength, the deity’s eyes reddened as he turned back affectionately, only to be met with a dark, round head.
The owner of that head didn’t even lift it, fully absorbed in playing on his phone.
“It’s because I love you!” Nan Xian finished the last words through gritted teeth.
“Oh, I love myself too.” Amid a chattering buzz, Xu Si finally nodded at the few serious words.
His eyes never left the screen, furrowing his brows deeper and deeper as if facing a century-old mystery.
“What are you looking at?” Nan Xian tried to catch his attention again.
Reading the screen aloud by habit, Xu Si replied, “Does carbendazim affect plants? Can carbendazim suppress plant mating behaviors?”
“Crazy, stop playing on your phone! Which hospital let you out? Someone come get him back! The poster should take more chlorpromazine hydrochloride tablets—that’s more effective than anything!” came a sharp retort.
“What kind of nonsense is this?” Nan Xian read it out loud, then turned his head to pretend not to care as he looked at Xu Si. “What’s this chlorpromazine hydrochloride tablet anyway?”
“I don’t know.” Xu Si blinked, his large pupils as clear as Nan Xian’s.
The man and the deity stared at each other for a moment before both lowering their heads to look back at the phone.
Search: chlorpromazine hydrochloride tablet
Answer: A common medication for treating delusions and schizophrenia. If you or your friends converse or argue with plants, please seek medical attention promptly.
“Talking to plants is insanity?” Nan Xian’s face flushed with anger. He pointed at himself and then glared fiercely at the phone in Xu Si’s hand.
Xu Si quickly pretended nothing had happened, calmly slipping the phone back into his pocket.
Nan Xian was so furious he jumped up, banging his head on the ceiling, facing the wall in silence. “Hmph!”
“You…”
Xu Si was about to comfort him when a loud, forceful knocking interrupted.
“Knock, knock, knock!”
“Xu Si, come out now! I know you’re in there!”
“Knock, knock, knock!”
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“Xu Si, you little troublemaker, open the door! You’re a jinx and a pest. You should have been stopped at birth!”
“Dad, please don’t say that about sister,” Xu Yi’s gentle voice came from the midst of the furious shouting, surprisingly well-mannered.
“Sister grew up in such an environment, living in a shantytown converted from a garbage dump. It’s not easy for her. We should give her more love and slowly dissolve her hatred toward us…”
“Yi, shut up,” Xu’s mother’s voice was sharp. She affectionately stroked Xu Yi’s head. “You’re just too kind, so she keeps bullying you over and over again.”
“To me, it’s just bad luck. With so many children, only she was switched at birth. Even heaven doesn’t want such a born troublemaker to live a good life.”
“That’s why fate arranged for our little princess Yi to come to us…”
Xu’s mother spoke deliberately, and seeing the faint approval on Si Jincheng and Lady Si’s faces, she finally relaxed.
Last night was truly perilous for the Xu family. Who knew that jinx had actually gained skills—not only messing with dark magic but even sending the Si family’s only son into a mental institution.
If it weren’t for Yi mediating between them, the Xu family would have lost their place in City A long ago.
“Xu Si!” Si Jincheng’s patience snapped.
Ignoring his plastered hand, he impatiently hammered on the door.
“Last time I say this—open the door!”
“Bang!”
Before Si Jincheng finished shouting, Xu Si opened the door and slapped it shut in one smooth motion.
His pitch-black eyes discreetly absorbed everyone’s attitudes, especially the middle-aged man holding a peachwood sword covered in talismans in the corner.
“Hmph, crazy people stay away.”
Saying that, he slammed the door again.
Nan Xian, floating nearby, rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “That doesn’t make sense. According to the logic of ‘Awakening Mystical Talents, Big Boss Cries for Forgiveness,’ shouldn’t they be begging you for money and to take you back right now?”
Xu Si turned to Nan Xian with an unusually serious look.
“Have you had your IQ tested?”
“Huh? Do you need an IQ test to marry a human?”
Xu Si: “…”
Nan Xian, who had long given up hope for the nineteen-year-old, was suddenly awakened by these words: maybe it’s an IQ problem, not a script problem!
Seeing Xu Si’s hesitant gaze, Nan Xian was absolutely sure he was being doubted and disliked!
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Angry. If earlier it was a three on a scale of ten, now it was a full ten.
Just then, Xu’s father furiously knocked again. Without thinking, Nan Xian opened the door and shouted back.
“Knock, knock, knock! Should I be beating a funeral drum for you? Is your family so poor you have no doors? Coming to knock at my place—crazy! If you’re sick, just take chlorpromazine hydrochloride tablets, idiot!”
After this outburst, Nan Xian slammed the door and faced the wall again.
He didn’t notice that outside, the six people turned pale with shock.
What kind of door-opening was that? Where did the voice come from? It sounded like a man’s voice!
Xu Yi’s face went pale as she nestled into her mother’s arms. “Mom, sister… it looks like she raised a male ghost!”
The shockwaves spread instantly. No one noticed Si Jincheng’s face darken further.
He took a deep breath, stepped back, and looked at the ready middle-aged man. “Master Chen, the rest is up to you.”
“If you catch that male ghost, I’ll give you an extra ten million!”
“Understood, Young Master Si. You and madam should step back a bit.” Chen You’an stepped forward.
Cloth shoes on his feet, wearing elegant Su embroidery silk, lean figure but bright, sharp eyes. A middle-aged face, but his hands were spotted with age like a centenarian’s.
Everyone knew the shantytown’s poor sound insulation meant Si Jincheng’s words were heard clearly by both man and deity inside.
Xu Si looked at Nan Xian, a rare smile in his voice.
“What should we do, Divine Lord? The big boss neither asks for my forgiveness nor wants to spare you!”
“He dares!”
Nan Xian reached behind his back and, under the shocked gazes of both nineteen and Xu Si, quickly found the book “Awakening Mystical Talents, Big Boss Cries for Forgiveness.”
He then took out a brush and swiftly annotated: Poor script, illogical, harmful to mental health. Recommend that the Department of Fate cease publication!
After finishing, Nan Xian opened the door again.
He came face to face with Chen You’an, who held a peachwood sword covered in talismans, both sharing a look of terror.
“Ah! A real fierce ghost!”