"Still a banner leader, one rank above me." I took off my token and smiled. I recognized the official system of the Yin Messenger's Mansion; it was based on the Ming Dynasty's Embroidered Uniform Guard. Not because I'm good at history, but from watching movies.
Zheng Bingbing was a banner leader, and I was a squad leader, the lowest rank, with soldiers below. Above that were "hundred-household commanders," "thousand-household commanders," and other higher-ranking officials.
"Bingbing is on her way back. Could it be that she also dreamed of something similar to yours?" Yao Yao guessed.
"Didn't she go back to Fucheng to visit relatives?" I asked, confused.
"An hour and a half ago, Bingbing called you. You were asleep then, and since I couldn't wake you, I answered. She said she was driving back to Qipanshan and asked where we were. I told her we were at Chen Lu's place in the city, so she's heading this way – she should be here soon."
As soon as Yao Yao finished speaking, the sound of a car horn blared from downstairs. I climbed to the bedside and opened the curtains. It was still very dark outside. I could vaguely make out a familiar car – it was Boss Zheng's Mitsubishi Pajero. I remembered Bingbing drove our SUV back. Did it break down on the road? Or did she really take it off-roading and damage it? That was a domestic car, and in professional off-roading, its performance might not be comparable to imported goods, especially since our country hasn't been developing this field for long.
These were minor matters. I couldn't be bothered to ask. It wouldn't matter if it was scrapped; it wouldn't even be worth as much as one live stream session for the fairies, and they had no interest in spending money. Chen Lu didn't need kickbacks either. Basically, I was the only one pulling a fast one.
I put on my clothes and went downstairs to greet her. Bingbing mysteriously asked me to get in the car. Yao Yao, probably guessing the gist of our conversation, didn't eavesdrop and squatted nearby, smoking.
Yao Yao's guess was mostly correct. Zheng Bingbing had also dreamed of a Yin Messenger's commander, but not Xie Bi'an. It was another one, named "Fan Wujiu," also a commander of the Yin Messenger's Mansion.
"She was quite good-looking, with super fair skin. But her clothes were a bit eerie – black clothes, black pants, black robe, black boots. On her head, she wore a rather tall pointed hat with four words written on it: 'Peace Under Heaven'."
Listening to her description, I was fairly certain that commander was "Eighth Master."
"Wait a minute, you said she… was good-looking… and a woman?" I asked.
"Yeah, a woman. She looked a bit like a character from a comic, strange and peculiar, with incredibly large eyes." Bingbing still seemed to be recovering from the dream, her palms sweating, her expression horrified.
"Didn't she tell you about your 'pure yin body'? Did she give you any token?" I asked with a smile.
Bingbing shook her head. "No, but she told me to come back and report to you, saying her colleague had already made arrangements with you."
I took off my token and gave it to Bingbing. "This is yours, hold onto it."
"Ah? What is this thing?" Bingbing examined it closely. She didn't recognize the seal script either, but she found the button on the back. Before I could explain, she pressed it.
"Hello, who are you looking for?" The voice of an operator immediately came from the token.
In the dream, the Yin Messenger's Mansion operator's voice sounded normal. But after returning to reality, it sounded off. It felt like the voice was coming from an old walkie-talkie from World War II, with intermittent static. The voice itself also sounded like it was being interfered with by electricity, very fake.
"Oh my god, this thing can talk!" Bingbing, scared, threw the token back into my arms.
"Huh?" The operator sounded confused. "Adult Zheng?"
I remained relatively calm. I had used it before. And the operator's voice, although processed, sounded a bit familiar. It was likely one of the ones I had connected with last night. I spoke softly into the button, "It's nothing, Adult Zheng is just testing the mic… no, testing the function. Thank you for your hard work."
"Adult Wu?" The other side also recognized my voice.
"Yes."
"Hehehe, good morning, Adult Wu. Glad to hear everything is alright. Goodbye, Adult Wu – *beep, beep, beep*."
"Bro, who… who were you talking to?" Bingbing asked, shrinking back.