Can Jiuluoyu Also Work As Customer Service In Wuxianliu? Chapter 12

“That’s wonderful,” the Ghost Painter curved his lips into a smile.

Zhang Yu stood tall and proud: “It’s what I should do.”

The Ghost Painter stared at Zhang Yu for a moment, then suddenly knelt down on one knee.

A thread of coolness settled on Zhang Yu’s ankle.

A shiver ran down Zhang Yu’s spine, giving him an indescribable sense of strangeness.

“I saw this on a business trip, and I felt it suited you,” the Ghost Painter said, fastening an ankle chain onto Zhang Yu. His tone was casual, as if this were the most ordinary little thing.

The ankle chain was very thin and simple in design—a single chain with seven small pendants. It seemed to be made of alloy, and the touch against his skin was icy.

“This must have cost a lot, right?” Zhang Yu asked nervously. Based on his life experience, such delicate-looking jewelry was prohibitively expensive; it might even cost several dozen yuan.

“It’s worthless,” the Ghost Painter retracted his hand. “Just a trinket.”

“Oh, okay.” Zhang Yu relaxed. He wiggled his ankle; the chain jingled softly. It felt a little out of place, but not unpleasant. “Thank you.”

The Ghost Painter’s gaze lingered on Zhang Yu’s ankle for a long time. “Get back to work.”

Leaving the office, the Ghost Painter found the source of the loud noise in the warehouse—a dying Tong Wei and a puddle of flesh that was unrecognizable.

They had escaped the Dungeon, likely using up their last reserves of strength, and had fallen miserably into the Safe House.

Black Spider had arrived first, kneeling beside them in panic, frantically pulling out items to heal them. Unfortunately, it seemed to have little effect; Tong Wei was already close to breathing his last.

Seeing the Ghost Painter, Black Spider quickly spoke up: “Ghost Painter! Only you can save them. Please, we will accept any price!”

The Ghost Painter remained unhurried, looking down at them from above. “Oh? And what price can you pay?”

“All of our items!”

“What would I do with scrap metal?”

Black Spider choked up. “Then I only have one life left.”

The Ghost Painter sneered.

Black Spider’s scalp tingled. The Ghost Painter usually appeared somewhat gentle, even earning a reputation for generosity among uninformed newcomers. Only those who interacted with him knew how deep his thoughts ran, how moody and utterly unpredictable he was.

If not for the dire circumstances, Black Spider truly wouldn’t have asked for help.

“What do you want?” Black Spider asked, steeling himself. His heart pounded like a drum, terrified of hearing an impossible demand from the Ghost Painter’s mouth.

The Ghost Painter’s ability could bring the dead back to life and mend broken bones. Countless people in the game begged for his help, but he always acted on a whim, and no one could guess his standards.

“It’s just a simple favor; no need to overthink it.”

The Ghost Painter waved his hand, signaling Black Spider to step back.

This meant he was going to act.

Black Spider was overjoyed, scrambling back to clear the space.

The Ghost Painter flipped his palm, and a writing brush appeared in his hand. Just as he was about to touch the brush to Tong Wei, the latter, holding onto his last breath, raised a hand to block him.

Tong Wei tremblingly pointed at Ding Anna beside him, signaling the Ghost Painter to save her first.

The Ghost Painter was momentarily surprised—a fleeting expression that no one present noticed. He used the body of the brush to push Tong Wei’s hand away and lightly applied the tip: “It’s all the same. As long as I am here, you won’t die.”

The brush looked ordinary, like one you could buy for a few yuan at a stationery store. Yet, as the tip moved, the horrific wounds on Tong Wei’s body healed at an incredible speed, restoring him to his original state.

Black Spider watched in awe. He knew the Ghost Painter’s ability, but seeing it firsthand still left him shaken.

In just a few strokes, the Ghost Painter finished with Tong Wei. Without stopping, he quickly moved the brush tip to the person who had been reduced to a puddle of flesh.

This time it was harder to draw, but by the time he finished, Ding Anna had regained her human form.

Ding Anna suddenly opened her eyes, instinctively tensing her body into a defensive posture, while simultaneously staring at her surroundings in disbelief.

After a moment, she realized she had escaped the Dungeon and was now in the Safe House.

She had truly survived.

The gamble had paid off.

“What happened?” The Ghost Painter stood up, maintaining a moderate distance from them.

Tong Wei didn’t answer. He first looked at Black Spider and urgently asked, “How is Zhang Yu?”

“He’s fine.” Black Spider was startled by Tong Wei’s intense gaze. “Just as you guessed, a Player came to ambush him, even using an A-grade item. Luckily, the item was mental-type, so it had no effect on Zhang Yu, and he even slapped it broken.”

Tong Wei: “?”

Tong Wei: “He broke another A-grade item?!”

“Uh, I guess you could say that. It’s really strange. He’s clearly an ordinary person, yet items are like toys in his hands, breaking just like that,” Black Spider scratched his head. “The Player’s own strength was average. I’ve already caught the person. He confessed that someone hired him, but he couldn’t clearly say who the boss was.”

Tong Wei and Ding Anna exchanged glances, their minds complex. They didn’t have time to celebrate their survival; they only felt dark clouds gathering overhead, sensing a greater catastrophe silently awaiting them.

“We also met a very strange person in the Dungeon…” Tong Wei covered his head, recounting their experience in the Dungeon.

“If we hadn’t been able to contact Brother Zhang, we would have been finished,” Ding Anna said, still shaken. “That person was too weird. Not only did he target Players, but he didn’t spare the Customer Service either. Does he want all Players to be wiped out?!”

“He can not only control corpses but also turn souls into balloons?” Black Spider frowned. “I haven’t heard of any Player having that kind of ability.”

The three of them simultaneously looked toward the Ghost Painter. The Ghost Painter had been in the game the longest, so he must have more knowledge than the three of them.

However, the Ghost Painter merely spread his hands slightly and said carelessly, “I haven’t heard of it either.”

The three didn’t believe him, but they dared not voice their anger and could only let the matter drop.

·

[Player: You have nine lives. I still couldn’t kill you.]

[Player: I really want to kill him… too bad… he got away again…]

[Player: Is it because of you.]

Zhang Yu stared blankly at the message popping up on his workstation—it was that same murderous, perverted Player from last time.

Zhang Yu remembered clearly that he had blocked him. How did he pop up again?

Did blocking have a time limit, automatically lifting when it expired?

Forget it, he wouldn’t worry about it.

[CS Little Zhang: Dear, you can’t kill me, oh [Rose]]

Zhang Yu replied haphazardly and once again dragged the Player into the blacklist.

Having dealt with the deranged Player, Zhang Yu looked up and stretched, only then noticing Tong Wei and Ding Anna standing not far away, watching him.

“Oh, when did you guys get back?” Zhang Yu asked enthusiastically. “I must be deaf; I didn’t hear a thing.”

“There’s carpet, so people walking on it don’t make noise,” Ding Anna said with a smile. “And Brother Zhang, you’re so focused on your work, of course you wouldn’t hear us.”

That made sense.

Zhang Yu happily accepted this explanation.

“It’s almost time to get off work. Are you guys still reporting back to the company? If it were me, I’d go straight home.”

“No choice, that’s how the working stiffs are.” Ding Anna naturally placed a piece of candy on Zhang Yu’s desk. “You’ve worked hard all day, have some sugar.”

Zhang Yu felt embarrassed. Earlier, he had been stingy and reluctant to treat Ding Anna to a meal, yet here she was giving him candy.

“This, I…” Zhang Yu stammered, unsure how to refuse.

“Company benefit, afternoon tea, it’s free,” Ding Anna saw Zhang Yu’s awkwardness. “Brother Zhang is a mental laborer; you need to keep your sugar levels up.”

Company benefit = free perks.

Zhang Yu immediately brightened up and quickly accepted the candy: “It has to be a legitimate company; the benefits are great.”

“It should be. After all, we all rely on Brother Zhang to survive.”

Zhang Yu: “?”

Before Zhang Yu could figure out that strange remark, Tong Wei, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke: “Thank you.”

Zhang Yu was even more confused. What was he thanking him for?

So strange.

Tong Wei must be mentally unstable from too much work pressure.

Zhang Yu sympathetically patted Tong Wei’s shoulder: “I understand, I understand.”

“…” Tong Wei uncomfortably shifted his gaze, then suddenly dropped a bombshell: “You should resign.”

“Huh?”

“This job isn’t good. You can look for something else.”

“You?!” Ding Anna was shocked, kicking Tong Wei in the shin. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Zhang Yu became wary. Could this be… the overt hostility of the workplace?

Short videos always said the workplace was full of open and hidden attacks, impossible to guard against. The company atmosphere had been so good before that Zhang Yu had forgotten about this, but now he was suddenly jolted awake, realizing that the workplace was indeed a battlefield, and he couldn’t relax.

“Don’t mind him.” Ding Anna laughed, smoothing things over. “He’s not right in the head, having a fit. Please forgive him.”

Zhang Yu quickly took the hint: “Haha, it’s fine, it’s fine. I’m doing great, and the salary is so high. I definitely won’t resign.”

“That’s good. You must be about to clock out. Go home and rest well. Our ‘company’ will be relying on you from now on,” Ding Anna said.

“Mhm, mhm.” Zhang Yu packed his bag. When he opened it, he found a banner stuffed inside. He suddenly remembered the matter Tong Guoqiang had entrusted him with and quickly asked Ding Anna: “Oh, right, can I put up an advertisement in our company’s game?”

“An advertisement?”

“Yes.” Zhang Yu pulled out the banner and handed it to Ding Anna. “My landlord wants to post a missing person notice. He thinks a lot of young people play games, so maybe it will help.”

Ding Anna casually opened the banner, feeling annoyed. It wasn’t a real company; how was she supposed to post an ad for him? Was she supposed to hang a banner in a Dungeon? That scene would be too ridiculous.

She was extremely troubled about how to subtly refuse Zhang Yu.

The banner slowly unfurled, revealing a youthful face.

Ding Anna froze.

After a long silence, Zhang Yu felt anxious, wondering if he had crossed a line. He said nervously, “If it’s not possible, forget it.”

“No…” Ding Anna handed the banner to Tong Wei beside her. “You look at it.”

Tong Wei had already caught sight of the banner’s content from the corner of his eye. His body was stiff, rooted to the spot like a block of wood, unmoving.

Seeing that Tong Wei wouldn’t take it, Ding Anna had no choice. She rolled up the banner: “I understand. I’ll take this for now. Whether we can post the ad needs to be discussed in a meeting. We’ll talk about it later. You should clock out now, don’t waste time.”

“Okay, okay, okay.” Zhang Yu’s heart finally settled. “Thank you for the trouble.”

Ding Anna’s smile remained unchanged: “It’s nothing.”

After watching Zhang Yu leave, Ding Anna withdrew her gaze and looked at Tong Wei beside her.

Tong Wei suddenly lost all strength, collapsing onto the floor, his hands tightly covering his face, his body trembling helplessly.

Sigh.

Ding Anna sighed inwardly. She didn’t know how to comfort him, so she silently left, giving Tong Wei some space.

Black Spider, who had been peeking from the wall, also quietly crawled away. He couldn’t help but think that in Reality, Tong Wei was only in his early twenties, and Ding Anna was still in high school.

At this age, their worries should have been very, very small.