"Ye Chuan, your family only owns a dilapidated rental property. Let's break up. We really can't go on like this."
The only reply to the message was a red exclamation mark which appeared particularly scarlet and glaring on the phone screen.
The only thing left was pain, so much pain!
Ye Chuan stood in the clean, cold hospital corridor.
He glanced silently at the patient beside him,
"Sir, you're stepping on my foot."
"Sorry, young man..."
This was the City People's Hospital.
He was sick.
A terminally ill orphan with no money.
His life's negative buffs were almost fully stacked, with no space whatsoever for Ye Chuan to have any expectations for the future.
Even his current thoughts were very straightforward:
‘Living is good, dying is fine, as for restarting, he didn't have the courage.’
The only thing left to his name was a plot of land of decent size.
But because it was located in the remote suburbs, some distance from the city center which was difficult to give for rent. Even if it got rented, the rent couldn't be high.
As for selling it... not to mention the low price, it was practically his only shelter in this city.
Clutching the medical report in his hand, he shook his head and left the hospital.
He boarded the bus, and after finding an empty seat, he boredly opened his phone and found a window pop-up on his screen.
[Ten Thousand Realms Landlord APP installed successfully, ignoring all the risks.]
[Click once, and you'll know.]
The sudden pop-up on his phone caught Ye Chuan's attention.
He was puzzled. He wondered if he had recently visited any strange websites, causing his phone to get a virus. When he confirmed that he hadn’t done anything of that sort, the app appeared to be relatively safe.
He long-pressed the app icon and dragged it into the trash can.
[Uninstallation failed!]
"Huh?" Ye Chuan was confused for a few seconds, suddenly realizing that this virus software wasn't simple.
It stubbornly remained on his phone despite repeated attempts to delete it.
‘Fighting so hard for the few cents left in my wallet, damn virus…’
With no money in his wallet, few contacts, and unable to uninstall the software, Ye Chuan simply clicked it open.
[Landlord: Ye Chuan
Status: Heart Failure
Number of Tenants: 0
Daily Income: 0]
[Beginner Task: Recruit your first tenant]
[New tenant refreshed]
[Recruit a new tenant to receive a cash reward]
"What?!"
Seeing his own information appear in the software, Ye Chuan was incredibly surprised. He even started coughing violently due to his excitement.
Why did this software know about his situation?
Although he knew that data was very transparent in the internet age, it shouldn't be this transparent, right?
"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"
His coughing was so violent that even the bus driver, waiting at a red light, looked back, hesitant to speak, afraid that Ye Chuan might die on the bus.
Ye Chuan glanced at his approaching destination, put away his phone, and covered his mouth and nose as he got off at the next stop.
Walking through the streets of the urban village, he saw his house at the very end.
A four-story building with a small courtyard, its exterior covered with white matte tiles.
Perhaps because it had been built for a long time, there were still quite a few yellow water stains on the outside, and the surrounding walls were covered with moldy black spots.
So who would rent this place?
Maybe a girl with twin ponytails in the Cantonese style would like it.
(TL: It's a Chinese internet anime stereotype: twintails = cute, energetic girl, perhaps with a Cantonese flair, who might appreciate the quirky, run-down property.)
Too bad, if it were closer to the city center, there might be a chance.
Ye Chuan shook his head and took out his key to open the door.
"Weng—"
The moment he pushed the creaking door open, he felt a blur before his eyes.
After a slight chill, a stinging pain came from his throat.
Ye Chuan froze, realizing that a cold, gleaming long sword was pressed against his neck.
The sword-wielding person was about his height, dressed in a long white dress, with a cloud-patterned belt around her waist.
Her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her skin was as translucent as snow.
Her stunningly beautiful face left Ye Chuan speechless for a few seconds, especially her eyes, which seemed to see right through him.
"Are you filming a movie in that outfit?"
"Are you from the Qingyun Sect? Tell me, what kind of secret poison did you use to make my power disappear?!"
The woman's eyes were icy, a chill that penetrated to the bone.
Ye Chuan also noticed that she was covered in wounds, even the corners of her mouth were oozing blood.
"What Qingyun Sect? This is my house. Are you on the wrong set?"
Ye Chuan sighed and casually pushed aside the seemingly prop-like object in front of him.
"So annoying, go somewhere else to film. And how did you get in? I'll call the police!"
The woman took a step back.
Her body swayed a few times.
And with a thud, she fell to the ground, motionless.
"?!"
Seeing the woman suddenly collapse, Ye Chuan was completely caught off guard.
He subconsciously glanced behind him, and after confirming there was no risk of a celestial being jumping out or someone trying to scam him, he squatted down and began to check her condition.
But when he touched her arm, Ye Chuan noticed that the wounds were still bleeding, and they didn't look like makeup at all.
"Is she really injured? Is filming that hard?"
Ye Chuan fumbled for a moment, then had no choice but to pick her up and carry her towards a room.
After all, he couldn't just leave her on the floor.
...
When the woman woke up again, she found herself lying on a soft bed. Her eyes flickered, and she slowly sat up, noticing the bandages on her arm.
She was surrounded by unfamiliar furniture, everything was foreign.
What surprised her most was that the wounds inflicted by the blood curse whip were actually beginning to heal.
"You're awake?"
Just then, Ye Chuan walked into the room. Seeing the woman looking at him, he asked,
"I don't have the money to take you to the hospital right now. You should contact your film crew. But you're so pretty, how come I haven't seen you on TV? Can't you get famous just based on your looks?"
"I see those little fresh meats are quite popular these days."
The woman didn't understand what the man in front of her was saying. She remained silent for a few seconds, then lowered her head,
"Thank you, senior, for your help."
She realized that Ye Chuan had no malicious intent.
But when she looked up, she met Ye Chuan's slightly pitiful gaze.
"Are you that deep into character?"
But he didn't dwell on it, just waving his hand,
"Since you're okay, go back. Let someone from your crew take you to the hospital. Oh, and you should also give me some compensation for emotional distress."
The woman stood up and cupped her hands in a respectful gesture, then walked quickly towards the door.
Her long sleeves fluttered, and she didn't forget to take her silver longsword, a perfect picture of a noble figure.
"She's really committed, huh? She might become famous in the future. Quite impressive."
Ye Chuan pondered for a few seconds, but then he heard the sound of footsteps again. The costumed woman had actually turned back.
Then, her body tilted.
And she fell in front of him.
Ye Chuan: "?"
Seriously, are you addicted to this?!