Jiang Fan froze for a moment.
What was going on?
He had shot and wounded the man first, then helped him up, and the system had counted it as a good deed.
Hmm...
Jiang Fan raised his arm and rubbed his chin. He seemed to have discovered something truly extraordinary.
"Just you wait! Tomorrow, watch me smash up your home!" Chen Wenhua cursed as he walked out.
Wang Shuqin looked at Tang Fugui, her face clouded with worry. "Honey, what are we going to do now? We just sent Duoduo her living expenses. We can't possibly scrape together the rent!"
"Shh, keep your voice down."
Tang Fugui glanced at Jiang Fan, who was standing in a daze at the doorway, then whispered so only the two of them could hear, "Xiao Fan just got back, and he's been seriously ill. Don't talk about this in front of him. We don't want him worrying."
"You're right. Sigh, I'll go ask my family for a loan later and see if I can borrow anything."
"Your family..." Tang Fugui trailed off halfway through.
"Have you forgotten when Duoduo started college and we couldn't afford the tuition? You went to your family to borrow money, only to get a vicious tongue-lashing raining down on your head."
At Tang Fugui's words, Wang Shuqin's face turned ashen.
"My younger sister's family is well-off, and she's always bringing expensive gifts home, while everything I bring is cheap. It's only natural that my parents don't care for me."
"Even so, they shouldn't have said such nasty things, should they? And in front of all those relatives, too. Forget it, let's not bring it up. Let's both think of something. I'll go borrow a little from my eldest brother, too. We'll pool what we can."
Their conversation was so quiet that, at Jiang Fan's distance, he should not have been able to hear it at all. But now that he had become a Spirit Master, not only had his eyesight improved, but his hearing had as well.
Jiang Fan gazed in the direction Chen Wenhua had left. Suddenly, an idea came to him, and the corners of his mouth curved upward.
At midnight.
Jiang Fan abruptly opened his eyes as he lay in bed. After changing his clothes, he quietly slipped out of the house.
Soon, he arrived outside a relatively luxurious villa.
In the slums, those who could afford to live in villas could be counted on one hand, so Chen Wenhua really did count as someone of considerable standing there.
Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly. As he released and controlled them, strands of invisible psychic power wandered through the villa, as though drawing out silk and unraveling a cocoon, sensing the movements inside.
At this hour, unsurprisingly, everyone inside the villa was asleep. Chen Wenhua in particular was sleeping like a dead pig with his wife in his arms.
As his perspective shifted, he sensed the gold necklace and rings on the bedside table. These were the valuables Chen Wenhua had been wearing during the day.
His psychic power gently swept up the gold jewelry and hefted it. He estimated it weighed around two hundred grams.
With gold trading at around 1,100 Great Xia Currency per gram over the past few days, two hundred grams came to 220,000 Great Xia Currency.
That was quite a substantial haul!
It was rather laughable, really. Across his previous life and this one, this was the first time he had ever seen so much money.
While Jiang Fan was marveling over this, he noticed the safe inside the wardrobe and saw the large quantity of gold bars stored within. He estimated there were a dozen or so jin.
This Chen Wenhua really was rich!
Jiang Fan's eyes lit up, and he thought about taking it all.
But reason told him he absolutely could not do that.
The value of two hundred grams of gold in Great Xia Currency and that of a dozen or so jin were entirely different matters. The former was merely petty theft, but the latter would constitute a major case.
Besides, he had no completely reliable channel through which to dispose of a dozen or so jin of gold.
He would leave this money here for safekeeping and take it away when he found a suitable opportunity in the future.
Mm, that's settled, then.
His psychic power wrapped around the gold, slowly opened the window, and flew outside, finally landing it in Jiang Fan's hands.
Its hefty weight gave Jiang Fan the feeling that he had gotten rich overnight.
It felt great.
[Ding! Congratulations, Master. You have robbed the rich to aid the poor, punished evil and promoted good, and performed a good deed. Points +30]
The system notification made Jiang Fan, who was already beaming, feel even more delighted.
He was especially fond of the words "robbed the rich to aid the poor, punished evil and promoted good."
Tonight really had brought two blessings to his door.
This was no place to linger. After returning home, Jiang Fan eagerly opened the system.
Points: 50 Vitality: 20N (+) Psychic power: 1000P
His points had reached 50, and the (+) had appeared again after the number in the vitality field. He should be able to convert them again.
"System, convert all my points into vitality."
[Yes, Master.]
The next second, the system panel changed.
Points: 0 Vitality: 25N Psychic power: 1000P
Hmm... how should he put it? His vitality had increased by 5N all at once. If he had been a martial arts entrance exam candidate, he would have been so excited he could have taken flight.
But Jiang Fan's vitality was simply too low. At this rate, never mind reaching the level of a martial arts entrance exam candidate-who knew what year of the monkey or month of the horse it would be before he even reached an ordinary person's 60N?
Incidentally, even seven-year-old Tang Guo had over thirty N.
He would think of more ways to earn some points tomorrow.
Early the next morning.
The first thing Chen Wenhua did when he woke up was reach for his thick gold chain. But when he felt around on the bedside table, there was nothing there.
"Huh? Did it fall on the floor?"
Chen Wenhua searched until his head was covered in sweat. Even after searching for ages, he still could not find his thick gold chain.
As though something had occurred to him, he suddenly looked toward the window.
The window was open. He remembered very clearly that, because the weather forecast yesterday had said it would rain during the night, he had closed it before going to bed.
"Damn it! A thief must have climbed through the window and stolen my thick gold chain! That damned thief! Aaaaargh!" Chen Wenhua roared hysterically.
In less than an hour, two uniformed constables arrived at the scene.
Chen Wenhua kept muttering, "You have to catch the thief for me! Two hundred grams of gold! That's over two hundred thousand Great Xia Currency!"
If Chen Wenhua had not said this a hundred times, he had said it seventy or eighty. The two constables had heard it so often their ears were growing calluses.
"Mr. Chen, please calm down first. If you keep talking here, it'll affect the efficiency of our investigation."
Hearing the constable say this, Chen Wenhua hurriedly moved aside.
After conducting a rigorous investigation, the two constables looked utterly baffled.
"Old Wu, don't you think this is strange? There isn't a single clue, and the gold just sprouted wings and flew away? How is that possible?"
The constable called Old Wu furrowed his brows. "It really is strange."
Something suddenly occurred to Xiao Qian, and his eyes widened. "There might be one possibility."
"Oh? What possibility?" Old Wu became interested.
Xiao Qian analyzed, "A Spirit Master! Only a Spirit Master could have the ability to move things out of thin air without a soul knowing."