Wen Yan didn't bother with anything else. He borrowed the Nether Path and walked out from Old Zhao's basement.
After Tong Si came out and saw Old Zhao's house, then looked around, he realized Wen Yan was living in exactly the same kind of house. The envy in his eyes was practically overflowing.
Old Zhao and those five brothers, in his opinion, were really average in terms of power.
Even ghosts like that qualified to be Wen Yan's neighbors and lived in the same kind of house.
Judging by the way they greeted each other, they really seemed like regular neighbors.
Tong Si felt that all his previous hesitation was already more than fair to that burned-to-death ghost.
No matter what anyone said now, he was set on this—he was determined to reincarnate, find a job with public benefits, and get himself his own home.
It didn't have to be this nice, as long as he had one, that would be enough. His biggest longing was just for a home where you could turn on a tap and water would come out.
