Master of Monster Synthesis-Chapter 641 - 335 Golden Armor Warrior, Zhang Yida
"Huff huff..."
The autumn wind rustled, scattering fallen leaves around.
A handsome young man with thick eyebrows and large eyes jumped off a tricycle, his face flushed red as he moved his big and small bags to the roadside. Turning back, he revealed a somewhat honest smile and waved at the shirtless big man on the tricycle.
"Haha, thanks a lot, Master! Take care!"
The big man took a drag from his cigarette butt and glanced at the young man.
"Take care my ass, pay up, you deadbeat!"
"Oh, oh, sorry, I forgot, my bad..."
The young man snapped out of it and quickly rummaged around in his pocket, pulling out crumpled bills and carefully counting them.
Alright, thirty-eight yuan and fifty cents, that’s correct.
Handing over the money to the big man, he thanked him once again, only to see the man casually shove the money into his pocket, puff on his cigarette, and pedal away without so much as a glance back.
"What rotten luck, a hundred yuan haggled down to thirty-eight fifty, broke bastard..."
Even as he left, a grumble could still be heard.
The young man smiled indifferently, as if he was used to it.
Turning around, he stared at the thick piles of leaves unattended at the neighborhood entrance, a surge of excitement rising in his chest.
"Hahaha, who would’ve thought this would be the day Zhang Yida could afford a city apartment! My luck’s turning around, my days of misfortune are over!"
Hoisting his bags, Zhang Yida cautiously pushed open the side door of the apartment complex, his steps unusually light as his face lit up with hope for the future.
Abnormal Apartment?
People died here?
Pfft, what could be scarier than being broke in this world?
Walking into the complex, Zhang Yida set his luggage down, squinted his eyes, took a deep breath, and stretched out his arms as if embracing the entire world.
"Ahhh... the scent of the apartment, so refreshing!!"
"Chirp chirp..."
The autumn breeze swept a few leaves onto his head, making Zhang Yida instinctively open his eyes and glance downward.
"Holy crap... that’s a big roach—no, a big rat!"
With a piercing scream, he staggered several steps back, only to feel a squishy sensation beneath his foot.
"..."
He froze, his past experiences instantly clarifying the situation.
He’d stepped in dog poop.
"Damn it, isn’t this place supposed to be haunted? Why are there even dogs here!"
Walking on tiptoes, the young man jogged over to the withered yellow grass at the side, carefully poking his head out to check if anyone was around before discreetly rubbing his shoe against the ground.
Simultaneously, he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and checked the landlord’s address.
"Apartment 01, top floor, phone number is..."
"Whew..."
A gust of chill wind blew by, sending the paper fluttering away.
"Hey hey hey, wait, let me finish reading..."
Forgetting to continue rubbing off the mess, Zhang Yida turned and chased after the paper, only to freeze in shock.
The paper had landed right back onto the pile of dog poop.
Fine, washing hands later—he wasn’t scared!
...
At the window, Qin Shou leaned on the windowsill, supporting his chin with interest as he watched the scene unfold.
"Hmm, this guy’s body has a certain level of gray particles, but hasn’t turned into an abnormality. Just a bit unlucky... Oh, and broke. That’s definitely rare."
Qin Shou chuckled and shoved away Zhi Yin, who had sidled up to him.
"Zhi Yin, brew some tea and prepare to welcome our guest."
At these words, Zhi Yin’s face turned pale, her eyes welling with tears as her voice trembled, covering her face in agony.
"Master... you’re actually asking me to..."
"Stop. I said brew tea—you’re getting the wrong idea!"
Qin Shou sighed and rubbed his forehead, regretting letting her watch so many Hong Kong movies from this world.
...
Before long, Zhang Yida appeared, lugging his bags as he tiptoed into the lavishly decorated lobby, his expression both cautious and envious.
Yes, envious.
Zhang Yida threw a discreet glance at the maid Zhi Yin, unconsciously swallowing his saliva.
The life of the rich was truly indulgent!
Zhi Yin caught his gaze and glared fiercely.
Zhang Yida immediately shrank back, putting on an honest smile as he looked toward Qin Shou.
"Haha, hi there, big bro. I’m Zhang Yida. I saw the rental notice you posted saying single dogs—uh, singles—can enjoy free rent and half the utility costs. I was wondering..."
At the mention of discounts, Zhang Yida’s eyes gleamed with golden light.
Qin Shou pointed to the couch with a smile. "Take a seat."
"Alright, alright, thanks so much..."
Carefully sitting on the soft sofa, Zhang Yida’s face instantly morphed into an inexplicably lecherous look of bliss, as if he were receiving... a massage.
Qin Shou: "..."
Brother Monkey truly had an eye for characters—managing to find someone like this.
"Ahem, the rent is indeed free, and utilities are half off. But, as you probably know, this apartment isn’t exactly peaceful. Whatever happens, you’ll just have to deal with it."
Before Qin Shou could finish speaking, Zhang Yida opened his eyes wide and feigned seriousness. "No problem, I’m a rational guy who doesn’t believe in those rumors."
Qin Shou shook his head. "No, they’re not rumors. This apartment really is quite abnormal."
Zhang Yida’s heart skipped a beat. "H-how abnormal?"
Qin Shou’s expression turned mysterious as he lowered his voice. "There’s something very scary here..."
Zhang Yida’s pupils constricted.
"There are... cockroach mice!"
Zhang Yida: "..."
That thing... is scary?
"Ding dong..."
At that moment, the doorbell rang. Zhi Yin walked over to open the door, and the first thing she saw was a kindly-looking old man wearing a white Tang suit.
"Qin Long, old geezer?" Zhi Yin instinctively blurted out.
The old man paused, then smiled warmly. "Young lady, I’m not Qin Long. My surname is Jiang."
Zhi Yin tilted her head, carefully studying the elder. "If you’re not Qin Long, why are you wearing the same clothes as him? Do all old guys look the same..."
Shaking off her muttering, she asked, "What’s your business here?"
The old man chuckled. "I’d like to speak with the owner of the apartment."
Zhi Yin’s eyes lit up. "Are you here to rent a place?"
