Seeing that Lin Ling was really going to give him this ghostly house, Fang Yue hurriedly grabbed his hand.
"Bro! Brother Lin! Please, have mercy!"
"What? You don't want it anymore? Too late!"
As Lin Ling tried to wrench his hand free, Fang Yue shuddered in fright, clung to his arm with all his might, and shouted,
"Brother Lin, I was wrong! I didn't have a choice before, but now I just want an ordinary house!"
"Sure! Go apply to Lord Han again and see if he'll give you two houses."
"So you're really making me live in a haunted house?"
"Sorry, the village seal's already been stamped."
Fang Yue saw that Lin Ling had used his other hand to press the village seal onto the map. That meant the house now belonged to Fang Yue.
That was fast!
Fang Yue hurriedly pleaded with him again and again.
Fortunately, the village wasn't actually that strict about such things.
Unable to withstand Fang Yue's pestering, Lin Ling finally changed the designation to a larger house closer to the village center and put it under Fang Yue's name.
Fang Yue beamed with joy.
With a house and an official post, he could finally consider himself one of the village's rich, handsome bachelors.
It was just that his daytime strength was a little lacking.
Fang Yue's eyes darted around. "By the way, Captain Lin, are there any Crude Martial Arts you could teach me a couple of moves from?"
Trying to get something for nothing?
Calling me Brother Lin when you need something, and Captain Lin when you don't?
Hah—spit!
Lin Ling glanced at Fang Yue. "Of course there are, but why should I teach you? I'm not Chen Mu."
"What are you talking about? We're brothers who've faced life and death together