Chapter 54: The 54th day after retiring from the circle, he looked a little dead.

Although Tang Yingjun is only 27 years old, he is already showing signs of neurasthenia due to the high pressure of making short videos and the strange supernatural events he often encounters on the way to work, so his sleep quality is naturally not very good.

Seeing Sang Qiqi fall asleep with her eyes closed, I can’t tell you how envious she is.

but.

He pointed at Sang Qiqi and whispered to Taoist Mingxin and Cheng Heyi, "I didn't hear what Boss Sang said about luring something out of the cave. But, is it okay to just lie down and sleep after arriving?"

Tang Yingjun didn't hear it clearly, but Cheng Heyi heard it very clearly.

Besides, on the way here, Sang Qiqi had already explained the whole story of Meng Zhengxiang's situation to her. She exchanged a glance with Taoist Master Mingxin, who suddenly flicked his whisk at Tang Yingjun, a look of worry on his face. "I don't think it's right either. Why don't you go wake up Boss Sang and ask him more carefully?"

Although Tang Yingjun is a little stupid, he is not stupid.

Sang Qiqi had just said that she wanted to sleep for a while, but Mingxin, with an expression that clearly showed that he was waiting to watch the fun, urged him to wake Sang Qiqi up.

Isn't this just asking for a beating?

He took a step back: "I'm not going."

Ming Xin felt rather disappointed to see that Tang Yingjun hadn't fallen for it, but she still refused to give up and continued to urge him, "Are you really not going? Boss Sang doesn't look like he's sleeping well. He looks more like he's a little dead."

Tang Yingjun: “……?”

Although he also had this idea, could he say it so bluntly?

The four big words "You are impolite" were clearly written in Tang Yingjun's big eyes when he looked at Mingxin.

He curled his lips and was about to mutter something when he saw Mingxin actually walk up to Sang Qiqi's window and put his finger under Sang Qiqi's nose.

Tang Yingjun: “…”

How presumptuous! How presumptuous!

Ignoring the sudden widening of Tang Yingjun's eyes and the dilated nostrils caused by his inhalation, Mingxin retracted his hand and said to him, "It's really dead. If you don't believe me, try it yourself."

In order to prevent Tang Yingjun from thinking that he was talking nonsense and not being fooled, Mingxin replaced the original finger movement with the whisk of his own whisk and placed it in front of Sang Qiqi's nose. Time passed by minute by minute, but the drooping whisk did not show any sign of fluttering.

Tang Yingjun took another half step back.

He counted the time in his mind. After about two minutes, he saw that the whisk had not moved. Curiosity overcame his reason and he moved forward to Sang Qiqi and reached out to explore.

No, I really can’t breathe!

And when he looked closely, he found that Sang Qiqi's chest had no rise or fall caused by breathing!

He swallowed and quietly poked Sang Qiqi's hanging arm with his finger. The arm seemed to have lost control and drooped down again like a corpse.

Tang Yingjun: "Fuck!!!"

His pupils widened again, and he pointed at Sang Qiqi in a panic, then at himself, and then at Mingxin. Seeing this confused look, Mingxin finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

Seeing him bent over with laughter, Tang Yingjun asked: "......?"

Cheng Heyi watched the entire process with a rather baffling expression, feeling deeply that Taoist Mingxin possessed none of the aura expected of a direct disciple of the Liuyun Monastery's abbot. With a soft sigh, she stuffed the snacks she'd scavenged from home into Tang Yingjun's arms, who remained with his arms outstretched, his fingers stiffly pointing at Mingxin. "Taoist Mingxin was just teasing you," she said. "Qiqi's gone for something and will be back soon."

Tang Yingjun: “…”

However, this passage made the whole thing even more terrifying.

However, Tang Yingjun is also an experienced anchor. Wherever he goes to explore, he always encounters some strange things, such as stepping into a puddle on the ground and almost getting electrocuted, turning on the faucet and having bright red water spray out, walking into the house and the chandelier above his head suddenly falling down, walking in a closed space and his clothes suddenly fluttering, being clearly acting alone but someone touching the back of his neck, and taking a picture with his camera and the camera suddenly focusing on an empty and deserted corner.

These bizarre experiences made him extremely popular on Lizi Live, but of course, there were also some people who accused him of writing a script.

He used to think he was a gifted adventurous livestreamer, but after meeting Mingxin, he realized his horoscope was weak, making him prone to demonic possession. In other words, every strange incident he encountered was accompanied by a demon.

Knowing the existence of the little ghost and having personally witnessed the abilities of Taoist priests like Mingxin, he felt that he had guessed something.

"Your spirit is out of body, right?" Tang Yingjun changed his previous terrified expression and raised his chin, looking proud as if he had seen through all the truth. "You Taoist priests have many skills."

The six words "You are Taoist priests" fell into Mingxin's ears, making him realize that Tang Yingjun seemed to have been completely misled by the rumors on the Internet and was convinced that Sang Qiqi was a Taoist priest.

Huh.

How should I tell him that Boss Sang’s identity has nothing to do with being a Taoist priest, but is instead related to the ghosts he fears the most?

-

Ankang Psychiatric Hospital was bustling with activity, but Sang Qiqi's side was quiet.

After leaving the mental hospital, she returned from the underworld to Jingbei. However, just in case, she didn't attend the dragon's funeral, but instead returned to the original owner's home. Since possessing the original owner's body, she'd rarely returned home, needing no rest. She lay on the sofa for a while when a beeping sound suddenly rang out from the living room window. She tilted her head and saw a black crow fly through the thick glass, its claws landing on the back of the sofa.

Xiao Hei kept cacking for a long time, and Sang Qiqi seemed to be thinking about something.

"Qi Hongkai?"

“Quack, quack, quack.”

"The body belongs to Qi Hongkai, and the person inside is Meng Zhengxiang?"

"Gah!"

"Is my ability not weak? Can I detect your presence?"

"quack!"

"Oh, you mean, you two deliberately let yourself be discovered, and it was only your clones who were discovered, so he's not as powerful as you."

"Gah!"

The ghost and the crow communicated exceptionally smoothly. Sang Qiqi didn't dwell on who was more powerful, Meng Zhengxiang, Xiao Hei, or Maomao, but the appearance of these two was certainly part of her plan. She had to let Meng Zhengxiang know that the helpers she left behind were not as powerful as him, so that Meng Zhengxiang would not hesitate to attack Yan Jingrui.

It now appears that the plan was successful.

After scooping up some white rice and feeding it to Xiao Hei, Sang Qiqi clapped her hands and prepared to go out to earn some money.

Yan family.

After seeing Qi Hongkai and Kong Xingyan off, Yan Jingrui spoke to his wife and then prepared to go back to work. But Yan's wife hesitated, wanting to say something but swallowing it back when she met her husband's gaze.

After being married for so many years, Yan Jingrui could have guessed her worries.

He said gently, "Don't worry, Miss Sang has arranged everything. She said she called two helpers, one to follow me and one to stay at home to protect you."

Sister Yan frowned immediately: "Why protect me? Let him go with you. Meng Zhengxiang is a murderer and a ruthless villain. Having more helpers will better guarantee your safety."

What his wife said did make sense, but Yan Jingrui didn’t think so.

Sang Qiqi had said that it wasn't easy for Meng Zhengxiang to get close to him, so he had to settle for possessing the old man. Now that the old man was gone, it was just him and his wife left in the Yan family. Based on Yan Jingrui's understanding of Meng Zhengxiang, between him and his wife, Meng Zhengxiang would probably choose to deal with the latter first.

Therefore, facing his wife's proposal, he shook his head decisively: "No, one of them must stay to protect you."

After hearing Yan Jingrui's analysis, Mrs. Yan's heart trembled and she said nothing more.

Watching Yan Jingrui leave, she sat on the sofa, feeling her chest, the pounding of her heart. An inexplicable unease welled up in her. The last time she felt this flustered was on that evening six years ago. Just two hours later, she received the tragic news that her son had died in the line of duty.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Yan couldn't sit still anymore.

She got up from the sofa and paced back and forth restlessly.

About half an hour later, the doorbell of the small western-style building rang. The sudden ringing in the extreme silence startled the already panicked Sister Yan. She walked to the door and tried to see who was outside through the peephole, but as she leaned over the door, she heard a familiar voice: "Sister-in-law, it's me."

"Old Qi?"

Mrs. Yan was stunned for a moment and quickly opened the door.

Outside the door, Qi Hongkai seemed to have tidied himself up. He had changed into clean and refreshing clothes and his beard had been shaved cleanly.

"Didn't Old Yan tell you to go back to the hotel and rest? Why are you here again?" Sister Yan checked the time. It had been just over an hour since Qi Hongkai left the small western-style building that morning. She frowned, "You haven't rested at all."

"I really didn't get much rest." Qi Hongkai smiled and walked naturally towards the house. As he walked, he said, "I suddenly remembered something, so I came back."

"What's the matter? Lao Yan has already gone to work. If it's not urgent, why don't you talk to him in the evening?"

"No need, you can tell your sister-in-law about this."

Mrs. Yan felt a little strange, but thinking it might be something about Qi Hongkai's family, she nodded in agreement. She asked Qi Hongkai to sit in the living room and went to the kitchen to boil some water.

She made a cup of tea for Qi Hongkai. The tea leaves were brought by the old man's students, who said that they grew and picked them themselves at home.

"Sister-in-law, I heard that Beijing TV Station seems to have launched a legal program and is cooperating with Brother Yan's unit?"

Qi Hongkai took the cup of water, and the scalding cup wall was held tightly in his hand, staining his fingertips red, but he did not seem to be aware of being "scalded". He just raised his head slightly, with a smile on his lips, and asked Sister Yan with a smile.

Mrs. Yan's attention was originally on Qi Hongkai and the water cup. She was about to remind him to "be careful of the heat", but when his question rang out in the living room, Mrs. Yan was a little confused: "It seems so, why are you asking this?"

Mrs. Yan did hear Yan Jingrui mention this matter at the dinner table, and Kong Xingyan was also at the table at that time.

Yan Jingrui said he originally proposed using a case from three years ago in Xifeng District, northern Beijing, for the legal section. The murderer was a kind man, but after suffering long-term oppression, his psychology became disturbed, leading him to commit murder in the heat of the moment. Choosing this case serves not only to educate the public about the law but also to warn society and the public about the importance of human interaction and mental health, which deserves attention.

But the TV station's director was quite dissatisfied.

He felt that there was no "explosive point" in this case.

Kong Xingyan asked on the spot: "Then what kind of case is called a high-profile case?"

Yan Jingrui said, "The one he fell in love with had a surprising twist. Initially, police received a call reporting the discovery of a body stabbed multiple times in a rented apartment. Upon investigation, our detectives discovered it was a murder of passion, with the victim being the murderer's mistress. But later on, we discovered that the so-called original wife was also a mistress. The man had found a wife in his hometown, and then another in northern Beijing, committing bigamy. As for how the 'original wife' discovered the mistress, it was the man's wife back home who discovered the affair. The woman disguised herself as a gaming friend and approached the 'original wife,' gradually encouraging her to kill the mistress, and then she reaps the benefits."

Kong Xingyan: “…”

If nothing else, the head of this TV station really understands ratings.

"But I think that neither the case proposed by Brother Yan nor the case proposed by the TV station director is appropriate."

Qi Hongkai's words pulled Mrs. Yan out of her memories.

She was a little unresponsive and asked subconsciously: "How do you know this?"

He even knew what Yan Jingrui said at the dinner table.

But Qi Hongkai answered the question irrelevantly.

He slowly loosened his grip on the teacup and flicked the glass with his fingertips. With a snap, the glass shattered into dust in a fraction of a second. He casually wiped away the remaining powder and water droplets from his fingertips, lowered his eyelids, and said nonchalantly, "I have an idea. Sister-in-law, you might want to hear it."

Deputy Director Yan, about to be promoted to a full-time director, returned home and discovered a body hidden in his house. Upon closer inspection, he discovered the body belonged to his childhood playmate, a former student of his father's. Shocked, Deputy Director Yan began searching for the murderer, only to be surprised to discover it was his wife. He had been a man of justice and integrity his entire life. His father was a renowned teacher, his son a martyr with first-class merit, yet his wife had murdered him.

"Once a scandal like this comes out, the Yan family's reputation will probably be ruined, right?"

As if talking to himself, or asking deliberately, Qi Hongkai slowly raised his head and faced Mrs. Yan, whose face had turned pale.

Although Mrs. Yan claimed that she was not a smart person, it would be a bit stupid if she still didn't realize that there was something wrong with Qi Hongkai at this moment.

The body sitting opposite Qi Hongkai was slightly stiff. Her fingers were tightly grasping the tablecloth hanging on the edge of the table. Her eyes were fixed on Qi Hongkai. Although her breathing became extremely rapid, she did not say a word.

Qi Hongkai didn't mind and just said to himself, "But I don't think this is bad enough. How about this: Deputy Director Yan was so shocked and excited when he learned that his wife had committed murder that he accidentally killed her while talking and pushing her. Deputy Director Yan looked at his hands stained with his wife's blood and was completely unable to react. As a result, he didn't notice that the neighbor's child was lying in their window. The child witnessed it all and wanted to call the police, but fell and made a noise, which attracted Deputy Director Yan's attention."

At the end of his speech, Qi Hongkai's nonchalant demeanor faded. He placed his hands on the table, leaning over to stare at Mrs. Yan, his smile growing wider. "So Deputy Director Yan killed this kid again? In the end, the case was reported nationwide. A deputy director, after killing two people, ended up in jail, waiting for his pitiful death."

Bang!

In response to Qi Hongkai, Mrs. Yan suddenly stood up.

She hid her hands under the table and grabbed the table top, using all her strength to push it towards Qi Hongkai's face.

Then he ran away.

But when the table was about to approach Qi Hongkai, a thick black mist suddenly burst out from his body. The black mist was like a barrier, and there was a very light collision sound with the table top. Then, the table top broke into countless pieces with a click, and fell to the ground due to gravity.

Mrs. Yan didn't dare to waste time looking at what was happening behind her. She ran out the door frantically with a pale face.

Soon, a strong sense of threat surged from behind her. When a wisp of black mist pierced the air like a sharp arrow and pierced her back, a shaking tiger roar suddenly sounded from outside the door. Xiao Hei jumped in nimbly, grabbed Mrs. Yan and threw her into the yard outside the door. He turned his head, bit the arrow-like black mist with his sharp teeth, pressed his four claws against the ground, and pulled it back hard.

Swish.

A crack was torn in the black fog.

Qi Hongkai looked at this scene and slowly narrowed his eyes.

Where did the tiger come from?

Wasn’t it just a stalking crow and a kitten that Sang Qiqi left behind?

Could it be...

The moment suspicions surged from his heart, the vicious tiger had already rushed towards him. But Qi Hongkai did not panic. He curled his lips in a mocking manner, and a ghostly figure emerged from his body, instantly transforming into the appearance of Meng Zhengxiang. At this moment, Meng Zhengxiang was wearing dirty clothes stained with blood and mud, with a black gun muzzle on his forehead. He looked exactly like the man who had been shot to death five years ago.

Powerful ghost energy burst out from around his body again, and all the furniture that was passed by the ghost energy shook and cracks appeared on the surface.

The entire small western-style building seemed to sway as well, giving a feeling of being on the verge of collapse.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Zhengxiang nimbly moved to the side and avoided the attack of the vicious tiger.

He stood in place, moved his fingers slightly, and countless ghost energy condensed into countless sharp arrows, stabbing at the evil tiger, but at the moment the evil tiger dodged, the arrows that had already passed through its body suddenly changed direction and merged with the arrows in front, forming a series of black streams, and connected them end to end, forming a huge cage, trapping the evil tiger inside.

The tiger was obviously confused. It scratched the cage with its claws, but was pricked as soon as it touched the edge of the cage. It howled in pain.

Meng Zhengxiang watched the beast spinning in the cage, his lips curled up as he sneered, "Leaving a piece of trash like you here to protect the Yan family? Sang Qiqi is truly foolish."

“Tsk.”

A smacking sound suddenly sounded behind Meng Zhengxiang's ears.

He turned around abruptly and saw Sang Qiqi standing at the gate of the Yan family's small western-style building. She crossed her arms, frowned, and said unhappily, "You're really boring. If it doesn't have the ability, just mock it. What's the point of calling me stupid?"

Meng Zhengxiang seemed not to hear what she said. He stared at her in astonishment, his voice rising uncontrollably: "Why are you here? Didn't you go to Xiluo Province to look for Tang Yingjun and the others?"

Sang Qiqi blinked and spread her hands: "Yeah, but I went there and came back again. Are you surprised?"

"You did it on purpose!" Meng Zhengxiang reacted quickly, his eyes gradually frosted and a faint bloodshot appeared. "You deliberately designed a plan to lure me out!"

"Okay, I declare you smarter than the one inside."

One sentence offends two ghosts.

The vicious tiger in the cage kept howling and howling, as angry as a cat scratching at glass.

But Sang Qiqi didn't bother to pay attention. She only focused her gaze on Meng Zhengxiang, and raised the corner of her mouth. "If you say you're smart, you are a little clever. If you say you're stupid, you're really stupid. Even such a crude trick of luring the snake out of its hole was able to lure you out. It seems that you really can't wait to kill Officer Yan to avenge yourself five years ago?"

Meng Zhengxiang's face turned pale and blue.

He had clearly confirmed that Sang Qiqi had really gone to Xiluo Province for emergency assistance, but he didn't expect that he would still step into the trap dug by Sang Qiqi.

Being called stupid by Sang Qiqi, it seemed there was no way to refute it.

Meng Zhengxiang gritted his teeth and raised his hand, the cage holding the evil tiger quickly flying into his grasp. Then, under Sang Qiqi's slightly surprised gaze, he reached into the cage, grabbed the evil tiger's tail, and pulled it toward him. The evil tiger was about to turn around and bite off Meng Zhengxiang's arm, but strangely, its body seemed to be trapped by something, its head and limbs unable to move at all. It could only watch helplessly as he approached Meng Zhengxiang, meowing anxiously.

A few seconds later, the evil spirit on Meng Zhengxiang suddenly spread to the cage and wrapped around the tiger's hind legs like a vine.

The evil tiger opened its eyes wide, unable to see anything, but it could clearly feel that the vine seemed to have teeth embedded in its legs, and began to absorb and devour its body bit by bit.

Evil Tiger: “!!!”

Wailing sounds came from his throat, and the sobbing sound was particularly harsh in the small western-style building.

Sang Qiqi narrowed her eyes and quickly vanished, reappearing mere centimeters from the cage in Meng Zhengxiang's hands. This was the opportunity Meng Zhengxiang had been waiting for. The moment Sang Qiqi approached, a sharp blade condensed from ghostly energy pierced her heart.

Sang Qiqi caught this scene out of the corner of her eye, and while twisting her body flexibly, she caught the blade with her bare hands. With a swish sound, the sharp blade was clenched into dissipated air.

Then she quickly raised her right leg and kicked Meng Zhengxiang in the lower back.

With a bang.

Even though Meng Zhengxiang was prepared, he was still kicked more than ten meters away.

Meng Zhengxiang: “…”

Where does this damn woman get so much strength!

With difficulty steadying himself, he gritted his teeth and the black vines that had stretched out to bite the tiger suddenly retracted, attempting to pull both the cage and the tiger back. But Sang Qiqi refused to give him a chance. Without hesitation, she clamped the cage in her palm. The burning and stinging sensation spread from her palm throughout her body. The pain that had made the tiger howl seemed to have no effect on Sang Qiqi.

Under Meng Zhengxiang's astonished gaze, she exerted force on her wrist.

The cage, the cat, and the ghost were all thrown into the sky.

Sang Qiqi jumped up, stepped on the cage and flew close to Meng Zhengxiang. Before the opponent's ghost energy exploded again, the soul-binding chain rushed out and hooked Meng Zhengxiang's ankle.

Sang Qiqi grabbed one end of the chain, swung her arm and threw Meng Zhengxiang to the ground.

Snap, snap, snap.

The crisp sound of the ghost touching the ground was like a beautiful piece of music, lingering in the small western-style building for a long time, and Mrs. Yan outside the window was stunned by the sound.