Chapter 113: The 113th Day of Retirement #That’s great! My boss was…

The Ten Kings of Hell and the Five Ghost Emperors did not have much contact, especially Shan Xuelin and Chao Song. In order to avoid suspicion, they usually stayed in their own halls most of the time and rarely took the initiative to contact others.

Neither of them knew much about the Ghost King of Dangzhong Mountain.

Shan Xuelin's forehead throbbed with pain, and he rubbed it even harder with his fingers. He closed his eyes to calm the irritation that had risen when he spoke of the Ghost Emperor of Mount Dangzhong. He suppressed his anger and said, "No, that's not the case. The fact that the man who succeeded in ascending to the throne in Fengdu couldn't settle the matter of Mount Dangzhong in time is enough to prove Jiang Yushan's ability."

"The reason why the matter wasn't settled in time wasn't because the man from Fengdu was seriously injured in his fight with Master Jintian. What does this have to do with Jiang Yushan?"

"Are you stupid?" Shan Xuelin lowered his hand, the vein in his forehead twitching again. "At that time, Luofu Mountain's Ghost Emperor Cao Chengxuan died in battle, Baodui Mountain and Taozhi Mountain remained neutral, leaving only Jiang Yushan, who clearly sided with Master Jintian. Just based on Jiang Yushan's status, Duan Sui should have killed him when Master Jintian was defeated, but he didn't. Why? It must be because he couldn't kill him!"

Seeing Chao Song still had something to say in rebuttal, Shan Xuelin sneered and continued, "Duan Sui may have no helpers among the Five Ghost Emperors, but he has many lackeys among the Ten Yama Kings. Peng Su and Xin Ji are also quite capable, aren't they? But they simply didn't pursue their victory. This only proves that Jiang Yushan's strength at the time was, if not superior to Duan Sui and his group, at least on par with them."

Over the past few decades, Duan Sui's strength has recovered, but Jiang Yushan is definitely not at the same level as before.

No one would choose to stay and wander around when surrounded by wolves.

Chao Song felt a little more relaxed after hearing Xue Lin's words, and his mood was not as tense anymore.

But his newly relaxed mood was flared up again the next day when he heard that Huiming and his group had been sent to several smaller hells for punishment. This time, however, Chao Song was calmer, and he didn't rush off to Shan Xuelin's main hall. He lowered his gaze, quietly waiting for Huiming and his group to enter his own eighth hall.

Shan Xuelin had a similar idea to him.

No matter how anxious I am, I have to endure it.

When Huiming was sent to the Small Hell of the Fourth Hall, the executioner from the Third Hall, who had brought him there, threw him at the entrance of the Small Hell like a chicken. He raised his eyelids and ordered, "Lord Lin has instructed us to torture him to death... Oh, but don't let him die."

"knew."

The executioner of the Fourth Hall nodded in agreement.

At nightfall, the small hells of the Fourth Hall fell silent. Huiming lay tied to a wooden cross, his arms spread wide. His ghost was in tatters, his body covered in scars of all kinds, but even these scars couldn't capture the torment he'd endured over the past two days. Only then did Huiming understand why Sang Qiqi's expression had been so profound when she'd thrown him into the underworld.

When Hui Ming thought of Sang Qiqi, he began to breathe rapidly and panted.

I wish I could eat her alive.

"Are you the head of the branch of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society?"

A deep voice came from behind him, and Huiming subconsciously shuddered. He struggled to turn his head to see the true face of the person who spoke behind him, but the pain of being restrained prevented him from continuing the action or attempt.

And the voice continued: "As long as you tell me everything truthfully, I will rescue you."

"Save me?" Hui Ming said, as if he had just heard a huge joke. "This is the underworld, full of ghost messengers. How can you save me? Besides, I've already said everything I need to say."

He told everything. He told Sang Qiqi and the King of Hell everything he knew about the Jiuyou Tongshen Society, but no one let him go!

Huiming's pupils were bloodshot with anger, and his panting became heavier.

Shan Xuelin narrowed his eyes as he looked at his back.

As the Yama of the Fourth Hall, Shan Xuelin could not see the interrogation materials of the First Hall unless he applied.

Therefore, Hui Ming told Lin Bo that he had no other choice but to ask again.

His eyes darkened slightly as Shan Xuelin walked around to Hui Ming's front, revealing his true face. He slowly spoke, "I am the master of this Fourth Hall. Do you think I can let you out?"

Hui Ming was stunned at first, his breathing gradually slowed down, and hesitation and surprise appeared in his eyes.

"you……"

"You only have one chance." Shan Xuelin interrupted his doubts. "Tell me everything Uncle Lin asked you, including your answers. Don't leave out a single word. After you finish, I'll send you away immediately."

Huiming's long-dormant emotions finally stirred at these words. Ever since entering the underworld and undergoing the judgment of the First Hall, he knew his fate would be a fate worse than death. He never imagined that in the dead of night, he would face a different outcome.

He opened his mouth and asked, "Are you telling the truth?"

Shan Xuelin nodded: "Of course."

Huiming's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "Then I'll tell you everything!"

—

The world of the living.

After the police surrounded and eliminated the members of Jiuyou Tongshen Society, those bosses who were involved with Jiuyou Tongshen Society were also taken to the police station for tea at different times.

Feng Heti, the CEO of Feng Pharmaceutical, arrived at the company, neatly dressed as usual, and stepped into his office. A moment later, his personal assistant pushed open the door and, facing Feng Heti's slightly thin face, said apologetically, "Mr. Feng, we haven't been able to contact Taoist Li Shu yet."

"No contact?"

Feng Heti frowned, feeling quite surprised.

What is Li Shu doing?

We agreed to deliver medicine to him once every two weeks. Now, two days have passed since the agreed time, and not only has he disappeared, but we can't even contact him.

What about his body?

Feng Heti felt a little uneasy.

He and Li Shu met at a drinking party. Li Shu was brought in by the CEO of a company that was collaborating with Feng's Pharmaceuticals. The CEO pointed at Li Shu, smiled mysteriously at Feng Heti, and said in a meaningful tone, "Boss Feng, let me introduce you to someone, Taoist Li Shu. He's good at fortune-telling, healing, and exorcism—he's good at everything. I heard Feng's Pharmaceuticals has been having some trouble lately. Why not ask Taoist Li Shu for help? I'm sure with his skills, he can easily resolve it."

The minor trouble they were referring to was that a patient had used their Feng-produced medicine during treatment, but his condition did not improve and he developed other sudden illnesses. The doctor had already tried to rescue the patient three times and barely managed to save him from death, but due to the serious situation, the patient was still in the ICU.

When they learned that it was a problem with the medicine, the patient's family made a big fuss. In addition, the patient had some connections behind him, so Feng's Pharmaceuticals didn't dare to deal with it as they did before, just waiting for the patient to die and then giving him some money to get rid of him.

Hearing what the CEO of the cooperative company said, Feng Heti pursed his lips and casually added, "Oh? This Taoist Master Li Shu is so powerful? I wonder how he plans to deal with it?"

Although he agreed, Feng Heti had no faith in the Taoist's methods. In his eyes, Taoists were tantamount to charlatans. Rather than believing that this Taoist named Li Shu could solve Feng's Pharmaceutical's problems, he was more convinced that his partner had been deceived and had lost his mind.

At this time, Feng Heti had no idea that just two days later, the patient who was still in the ICU relying on expensive machines to keep his life would miraculously recover.

After the person was rescued, Feng gave some money to appease the patient's family and successfully silenced them. No unfavorable rumors about Feng's Pharmaceuticals were spread at all.

A crisis was overcome so simply, which made Feng Heti face up to Li Shu's existence for the first time.

His relationship with Li Shu also became much closer because of this.

But as Li Shu revealed his true purpose of approaching him, and heard that he wanted Feng Pharmaceutical to use the lives of drug trial volunteers to cultivate and create a so-called god, Feng Heti's face changed on the spot, and he chose to refuse without saying a word.

Li Shu expressed regret. "Mr. Feng, this is a business that can only make money. I hope you'll think it over carefully. After all, there's no regrets if you miss out."

Feng Heti was extremely resolute at that time. He waved his hands at Li Shu and said, "Don't say anything more. I will never do such a murderous thing."

Moreover, if the truth is revealed, wouldn't the negative impact on Feng's Pharmaceuticals be much greater than that of the ICU patient? Feng Heti felt that he was mentally ill for choosing to cooperate with Li Shu.

But at that time, he obviously did not expect that Li Shu's character could be so vicious.

On the third day after rejecting Li Shu, Feng Heti felt uncomfortable in his chest when he woke up in the morning. He went to the hospital for a check-up but nothing was found. Later that night, he was admitted to the hospital again because of a sudden coma.

The next few days were the most painful period of his life.

His heart felt like it was being pressed and kneaded by a hand every moment, and all the bones in his body seemed to be broken and reassembled. Even the most effective painkiller produced by Feng's company was of no use to him, and the hospital's advanced machines could not find anything.

Feng Heti and the doctor who treated him were all confused until Li Shu appeared again.

He was wearing a black and gold Taoist robe, a Taoist scarf on his head, and holding a whisk in his hand. At first glance, he looked like an immortal. But this appearance was just an appearance. He looked at Feng Heti with a smile, and the first words he said made Feng Heti shudder.

Li Shu asked, "Mr. Feng, do you regret it?"

Feng Heti was not a stupid person. As soon as he heard the words "Do you regret it?", all the questions that had been bothering him for the past few days had answers.

He stared at Li Shu blankly. The constant pain made his voice weaker, but he was incredibly certain: "You did it. It was all you did."

Li Shu flung the whisk in his hand to the other side, his smile unchanged. He did not choose to answer, but asked again: "Regarding my last proposal, has Director Feng changed his mind?"

When Li Shu asked this question, Feng Heti's face turned pale, and the pain in his heart surged again. After hesitating for a full five minutes, he finally closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "I agree."

From that day on, Feng Heti embarked on a path of no return.

But unlike the turbulent future, his body recovered quickly. During another physical examination, the doctor told him that his physical fitness was comparable to that of a 30-year-old young man and he could live many more years.

Feng Heti couldn't describe his feeling. He carried out Li Shu's orders with a bit of joy and a bit of numbness, and then went to get the pills Li Shu gave him on time, covering his already chaotic life with a layer of false stability.

"Go to Taoist Priest Li Shu's villa and look for it." Feng Heti ordered in a low voice. He vaguely remembered Li Shu saying that the spirit was almost taking shape in recent times and he would become very busy. It was not impossible that he forgot to contact his people because of the matter of the spirit.

Upon hearing this, the assistant quickly said "oh" and turned around to contact the person.

However, just as he was about to open the door, there was a knock. Feng Heti said, "Come in!" and the administrative assistant opened the door with a strange expression. "Mr. Feng," he said, "the city police want to investigate something with you."

As he finished speaking, the middle-aged policeman, who had been blocked by the door and his assistant, stepped forward from behind. His tall figure stood across from Feng Heti, a small space between them. He showed Feng Heti his ID, his sharp eyes icy and unapproachable. "Mr. Feng Heti, right? You are suspected of the deliberate murder of numerous drug trial volunteers. Come with us and discuss the details."

Suspected of intentionally murdering many drug trial volunteers.

Feng Heti's expression shifted slightly as these words fell into his ears. But after years of experience in the business world, having dealt with all sorts of people, he quickly regained his usual composure and asked, "Are you mistaken? Volunteers who come to Feng Pharmaceuticals sign an agreement before they start testing the drug. I have no control over their lives. Officer Qi, neither Feng Pharmaceuticals nor any other pharmaceutical company can guarantee that any new drug they develop is safe and harmless for everyone."

The implication of this statement is that it is normal for a few volunteers to die.

"Besides, without them, how can companies identify problems with new drugs and make improvements? Isn't that right?"

Officer Qi looked rather fierce, his eyelids drooping at the corners of his eyes. At first glance, he exuded a powerful aura. He stared at Feng Heti for a few seconds, scoffed, and answered irrelevantly: "You don't know yet? Li Shu is dead, swallowed up by the spirit he nurtured."

boom.

This sentence caused a huge wave in Feng Heti's heart, and all the sounds turned into buzzing noise at this moment.

Li Shu, dead?

He stared blankly at Officer Qi, as if asking, or perhaps talking to himself: "How is that possible?"

Li Shu was so powerful, how could he die like that?

But when Feng Heti thought about how Officer Qi had openly mentioned Li Shu's name and the existence of gods, he knew that he could not have lied to him.

His open lips trembled, and he wanted to say something, but facing Officer Qi's sharp eyes, he couldn't say anything.

Finally, Officer Qi asked calmly, "Do you still want to struggle? I have plenty of time to talk to you about how those volunteers who came to your Feng Pharmaceutical with great hope, hoping that the new drug would save their lives, died."

Feng Heti's lips trembled even more violently, his face turned pale at this moment, and his straight back slowly bent down.

—

When Sang Qiqi learned that Feng Heti had been arrested, she was lying on the sofa in the funeral home, listening to Duan Sui talk about Huiming. This morning, when Huiming was being sent to the Fifth Hall to continue his punishment, he suddenly turned to ashes, dead beyond all possibility of death.

The King of Hell in the Fifth Hall and the executioner, who had learned the news, were now arguing with Shan Xuelin's men.

The people in the Fifth Hall said that Huiming would die simply because the punishment in the Fourth Hall was too severe. This morning, when the executioner of the Fourth Hall threw him to the gate of the small hell in the Fifth Hall, Huiming was breathing in less than out, like a fish that had been exposed to the sun on the river bank for a day. He was dying and couldn't even speak.

The executioners of the Fourth Hall refused to admit it, saying that they were just following the orders of Lord Lin Yan and torturing the man to death, but he definitely did not die.

The quarrel was so intense.

I heard that they even started fighting.

Sang Qiqi held her chin with both hands, secretly hating herself for leaving home so early today that she didn't see this exciting and interesting scene.

"So is it a problem with the Fourth Palace or the Fifth Palace?" she asked Duan Sui curiously.

Duan Sui smiled and asked, "What do you think?"

Sang Qiqi: "I think it must be the Fourth Palace."

Duan Sui couldn't help but chuckle at her confident demeanor, then nodded, "Dan Xuelin went to the small hell in the Fourth Hall last night."

Sang Qiqi's face showed a look of astonishment, and she clapped her hands together, making a crisp sound. "I knew there was something fishy about this Old Deng. He must have confirmed Hui Ming's identity as a member of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society, and fearing he'd be exposed, he simply killed him to eliminate the problem. Then, to clear himself of suspicion, he blamed Hui Ming's death on the Fifth Palace."

"It seems that's the case."

"Then let's just wait for Shan Xuelin to show his true colors. I hope he's still as stupid as ever." Sang Qiqi made a praying gesture and turned to look at today's trending searches on Weibo. The topic about Feng Heti being arrested was followed by a striking word "explosive", which caused countless netizens to exclaim.

What's going on with these big bosses? Ning Changsheng in front, Feng Heti in the back?

[Oh my god, I saw a report saying Feng Heti used Feng Pharmaceutical to recruit volunteers to kill people. Is that true? That's too much, right? Why would he do that?]

My cousin volunteered for Feng Pharmaceuticals. They said they had a new drug that could stop his cancer cells from spreading, but he still couldn't make it. At the time, we didn't think anything was wrong. To put it bluntly, my cousin's case was a desperate attempt. And now you're telling me that drug trials were just excuses?

[Oh my god, could it be that some people's condition wasn't serious, but ended up getting into trouble after taking the medicine?]

[You don't seem to understand the situation. The problem isn't the medicine, it's Feng Heti's indiscriminate killing, understand? I suspect he's joined some cult. I heard from the people at Feng's Pharmaceutical that he gets medicine from a Taoist priest every two weeks.]

[Fuck, even scarier]

[Ahhh my Taoist PTSD is acting up again!!]

[Now I even feel scared when I see Taoist Master Mingxin/smile]

Sang Qiqi forwarded this comment to Mingxin and continued to read other topics.

In addition to #冯和Ti被抓#, there is also a topic called #如何我老板已抓了# which is rapidly climbing towards the top three hot searches.

Just as she was about to click in, she saw Bai Yingxin walk in with two cups of milk tea, saying it was a buy one get one free deal. Passing the milk tea to Sang Qiqi, Bai Yingxin's eyes caught sight of her phone screen and blinked, "You're also looking at this trending search, it's quite lively there."

Sang Qiqi could probably guess how lively it was, but she still wanted to see it with her own eyes.

[…To be honest, my boss was also taken away by the police today.]

[The sister above's boss was also arrested? I heard yesterday that our boss was on vacation abroad, and the board of directors called him back, and he was arrested at the airport.]

[Is this the old man who runs your business? I was on the same flight as him and saw him being handcuffed by the police. You know what? He looks like he's in his seventies or eighties, but he's so sprinting through the airport trying to escape. His physique is pretty amazing. / Thumbs up]

[Yeah, yeah, that's him. Two years ago, he was hospitalized for most of the year due to illness. They said it was cancer, but this year he inexplicably recovered. Not only is he on vacation everywhere, but he also harassed female employees / rolls eyes]

[Hahahahahahaha, my boss got arrested too. I don't know what happened, but it feels so good. Dogecoin lets you enslave me every day. Go to death row!]

[Our big boss has been arrested, and now the company is in turmoil. All sixteen of his illegitimate children have shown up, saying they want to be the CEO. One of them even has a pacifier in his mouth. / Laughing with hands on hips]

Sang Qiqi: “…”