Ever since that house had sold, it seemed to have taken all the shop's good luck with it.
The human side of Wen Ning's business had dropped to zero.
Forget selling houses—he couldn't even get a job lining up for free eggs anymore.
Every day, Wen Ning sat behind the counter, either drinking tea or scrolling through his phone. Occasionally, he glanced up at the entrance, but not even a living soul passed by. The Jade Emperor's Golden Register wasn't reacting to anything, either.
The bathing business for monsters, on the other hand, was booming beyond belief. Now, anyone wanting a bath needed both a membership card and a reservation, or they wouldn't be served.
As the weather grew hotter, monsters lined up one after another for a soak. Zhang Siyu worked from morning till night every day, her hands constantly submerged in water, never getting a chance to dry.
Tub after tub of water had to be changed. All sorts of bizarre monsters climbed in, and the grime scrubbed off them could have clogged three drains.
One evening—
Zhang Siyu had just sent off a Weasel Spirit covered in mud. When she removed her gloves, she found all ten fingers soaked white. Layers of wrinkles covered them, and some patches had even begun to peel.
She held both hands up in front of Wen Ning.
Wen Ning was sprawled over the counter, staring into space, when two chicken feet suddenly appeared before his eyes and startled him.
"Look at my hands."
Zhang Siyu's face was full of resentment.
Wen Ning examined them carefully and gave his very sincere assessment.
"They look like chicken feet soaked until they've plumped up. Pretty tasty-looking."
Zhang Siyu withdrew her hands and pulled a tube of hand cream from her pocket, talking as she