Chang'e Does Not Ascend to the Moon 3

She stood to the side, holding a broom in a show of effort while actually directing Seventeen to do the cleaning.

Xu Si did not provide any steamed buns this time, but since she had not violated any rules, Hou Yi could do nothing but watch in a fit of impotent rage.

"Mistress..." Seventeen, having cleaned the entire house in one go, looked a bit aggrieved.

Feeling that she shouldn't overwork a ghost, Xu Si gave her a bag of steamed buns. Then, she grabbed the mop and shoved it directly at Hou Yi.

"Chang'e, Chang'e! What are you doing! Get away from me!" Hou Yi shrieked as he ran, his voice growing increasingly shrill.

"Hehehehe, don't run!" Xu Si chased after Hou Yi with the mop, letting out an eerie laugh.

The task was to clean, and as far as she was concerned, anything dirty had to be scrubbed—and the filthiest thing in this house was Hou Yi!

"Just you wait, Chang'e, just you wait! I'll be eating dumplings tomorrow!" Hou Yi scrambled about, holding his head like a cornered rat.

"Dumplings, dumplings, I'll dumpling your head! Can't you come up with a different threat?" Xu Si, completely unhinged, swung the mop wildly in every direction.

After a long while, she finally stopped, exhausted.

Then, Hou Yi approached again with his blood-red eyes. "Chang'e, you aren't being obedient!" He gnashed his teeth, his grip tightening on the kitchen knife he held.

Panting, Xu Si spouted nonsense: "I am being obedient! You told me to... clean up... so I did..."

"And you got all dirty after eating, so I used the mop to help you clean up!" She continued her rambling, adding a touch of feigned grievance. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought Hou Yi was the one who had just chased a ghost with a mop.

The kitchen knife slipped from Hou Yi's hand. The ghost seemed to glitch, tilting his head back and forth, contemplating something.

"Is... is that so? Thank you, Chang'e, you are so good to me! Go back to your room and rest. I'll give you the elixir once I finish watching TV." With that, Hou Yi sat back down in front of the television.

Xu Si collapsed into Seventeen's arms, her limbs flailing and her legs cramping from exhaustion. Seventeen carried her back to the room and shut the door.

Severely drained, Xu Si tremblingly used the steamed buns to exchange for random food. A cup of watermelon juice and a bowl of cooked instant noodles appeared on the floor.

She hesitated before handing the watermelon juice to Seventeen. "Can ghosts even drink this stuff? Do you want it?"

"Mistress, ghosts don't need to eat, but if you want to give it to me, I suppose I'll reluctantly accept!" Seventeen took the cup and gulped it down. In truth, she had wanted it, but the thought of the blood oozing from her severed limbs had killed her appetite.

Xu Si, being thick-skinned, fell asleep as soon as she was full. Seventeen sat guard by her side.

"Thump, thump, thump!" She was jolted awake by the sound. It was Hou Yi knocking at the door—he had come to deliver the elixir!

"Chang'e, this is the latest version of the elixir developed by the Jade Rabbit. It doesn't matter if you forget to take it, hehe... hehe... hehe..." Hou Yi handed over a pill, then turned and left, closing the door behind him.

Xu Si took a whiff; a foul stench assaulted her senses. Who would dare eat this? Eating it would probably just result in a "fast-track" to death.

She needed to go out in the middle of the night, but how was she to track the time? The room had no windows or clocks, and her flip phone was unresponsive. Since Hou Yi had told her to rest, she couldn't go back into the living room.

A thought occurred to her: if steamed buns could be exchanged for food and kitchen knives in this instance, perhaps they could be exchanged for other things as well!

Xu Si excitedly exchanged her points for a watch.

Wait, why did a "Little Genius" children’s smartwatch appear?

The staff seemed to hear her inner thoughts, responding in her mind: "You just asked for a watch, didn't you? Hehe."

Xu Si: "..."

It was indeed a watch; she had no room to argue.