My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 21

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He coughed and covered his mouth, and then he saw the scene inside clearly. Most of the original garbage was gone, and the pig spirit's strong body was shaking while eating the garbage frantically.

No, how could it be more quiet than when he was here?

Jiang Yiqing felt something was wrong, it was very wrong.

He looked up at the stone statue of the ancestor, and felt that it should not be, so he shook his head.

The pig spirit turned its head at the sound. Jiang Yiqing wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but why did it seem like the pig was especially excited to see him?

It even looked a little teary-eyed—was that possible?

Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought it had suffered some great grievance.

Well, eating garbage... barely counts.

"Why did you close the temple door? Are you afraid of scaring passers-by nearby?" Jiang Yiqing didn't think the pig spirit was kind. He just said casually, "Don't worry, although there is a village nearby, few people come up."

The pig spirit snorted and didn't dare to say anything.

Jiang Yiqing raised his eyebrows and simply found a broken stool and sat on it again, acting as a supervisor while playing games.

Although the pig spirit was quite obedient for some reason, since he was here, he would wait for the pig spirit to finish cleaning up the rest.

It was so well-behaved, Jiang Yiqing had to consider how to deal with it.

It was impossible to let it go. Jiang Yiqing dared to guarantee that if the pig spirit was released, it would cause trouble again in a short time, so he just kept it with him.

But... Jiang Yiqing glanced at the pig's sturdy body and felt that it was quite good at eating.

Forget it, let's talk about it later.

Jiang Yiqing was thinking about all sorts of things, and didn't notice the pig spirit eating garbage at all. He looked at the stone statue next to him carefully.

The stone statue hadn't changed at all, yet the pig spirit's plump body trembled. It dug into the garbage with even more determination, as if its life depended on it.

Woohoo... this human cub never said he had a backer!

At dusk, the pig spirit finished eating the last bit of garbage, and with a "thump", it collapsed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Jiang Yiqing hid in disdain, looked at the temple that was finally not so dirty, and nodded in his mind.

Not bad, not bad, when the gift money received by livestream was realized, he could repair the temple of the ancestor first.

Repair the exterior first, and the rest would come slowly.

There was no need to rush before the money was in hand, he had to contact a more reliable construction team first.

After reviewing what he had to do, Jiang Yiqing felt much more at ease. He looked at the dead pig spirit on the ground and said, "Let's go, or do you want to sleep here?"

In fact, it was good to sleep here, just in time for the ancestor to look after the temple.

Who knew that as soon as he said that, the pig spirit immediately turned over and stood up, and ran to Jiang Yiqing impatiently, looking like it didn't want to stay here at all.

Jiang Yiqing raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the stone statue, "Then let's go."

"By the way, you look too ugly." Jiang Yiqing was mainly afraid of scaring the nearby villagers, so he simply turned the pig spirit into a piglet again.

He nodded with satisfaction, "Well, it looks much better this way."

Pig Spirit: "..." Who are you calling ugly? You are obviously ugly.

In the eyes of the pig spirit's aesthetics, Jiang Yiqing was indeed shockingly ugly.

After bringing the pig spirit home, Jiang Yiqing naturally did not give it a room. He rented a two-bedroom apartment, one for livestream and one for bedroom— there were no extra rooms.

"You can sleep on the floor of the living room and the bathroom. Don't make it dirty." Jiang Yiqing said with some reassurance. He didn't want to clean up early tomorrow morning, "Can you use the toilet?"

Does this human kid think it was some inferior species? The pig spirit was so angry, but still nodded honestly.

Jiang Yiqing returned to the room and lay on the bed. He was a little tired today. He was about to go to bed when he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something?

Oh, Wen Xiuyan!

It was the first day of work, and he still wasn't quite used to it—he almost forgot.

Jiang Yiqing quickly pulled out his phone. Thankfully, there were no unread messages.

He checked the time—just past ten. Since it wasn't too late, he decided not to message Wen Xiuyan just yet.

Might as well play on his phone for a bit.

On the other side, Wen Junrong made a sharp explosion, "What, you actually added Master Jiang's WeChat!"

Wen Xiuyan's ears were buzzing. He frowned and pressed his ears, "What's the problem?"

It could be seen that he had become accustomed to his stupid brother's fussing and was too lazy to talk to him.

"How can there be no problem? Master Jiang is my idol!" Wen Junrong was excited and even a little jealous of his older brother.

It was obviously he who knew Master Jiang first, so why was it his brother who got the contact information first? He was not convinced!

But he couldn't say this, after all, his brother added Master Jiang's contact information.

Wen Junrong thought of this, rubbed his hands, and smiled at his brother flatteringly, "Brother, can I discuss something with you?"

Wen Xiuyan took off his coat and hung it up, and glanced at his stupid brother, "No discussion."

Wen Junrong: "..." I haven't said it yet!

Watching his brother enter the bathroom, Wen Junrong stamped his feet in anger.

Jiang Yiqing was browsing his phone and saw the message from Wen Xiuyan. On his first day at work, he was shocked and made a voice call.

But in a moment, the other party answered the call.

There was a faint sound of footsteps over there, very light. Jiang Yiqing felt that it was a bit strange to lie on the bed, so he simply sat up and cleared his throat, "Mr. Wen?"

Wen Xiuyan put the phone on the bedside table and whispered, "Wait a minute."

Jiang Yiqing nodded immediately, "Okay, okay."

Gotta admit, this Mr. Wen had a pretty nice voice. It sounded young—probably not even thirty.

Jiang Yiqing let his thoughts wander idly, the silence in his ear growing so deep that he started to wonder if the call had been disconnected.

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