Xie Xie: "The Savage Has Gained Intelligence! No, He's Gone Demonic! If He Keeps Filming, He'll Be Going In!"

"No, I'm concerned about you, Teacher! Have you run into some difficulties lately?"

Xie Xie knew Wu Zhangkong had always cared about his image. How had he ended up looking this down-and-out?

"It's nothing. I've been doing disaster relief these past few days. How could I be as idle as you?"

"Oh—"

Xie Xie was filled with respect.

So he had been doing disaster relief, which was why he was wearing old clothes.

Then it was fine.

What Wu Zhangkong did not say was that disaster relief paid money, with wages of several hundred a day.

As a Soul Emperor, he received additional subsidies and could earn over a thousand a day at most.

He had finally figured something out recently: love might not necessarily require money, but having no money was absolutely impossible.

Just keeping the Spirit Realm server where Long Bing resided running stably required a constant influx of money.

The data fees were outrageously expensive.

And as the times developed, more and more people died, and the demand for the Spirit Realm grew greater and greater.

The demands for computing power and energy would only rise in the future, and data fees would only become more expensive.

He only hated himself for having once regarded money as dirt. Why had he not started saving earlier?

Unfortunately, such a good money-making opportunity had vanished with the receding tide.

He cast Lin An a cold glance.

He would not lower his head. He would never bend for money.

No matter how bitter or exhausting it became, he would carve out a beautiful future for Bing'er.

"By the way, Teacher Wu, what's that floating beside your head?"

Xie Xie suddenly pointed at the Soul Tool hovering beside Wu Zhangkong. "That's a camera, right? It has to be a camera, doesn't