Chapter 99: Ninety-ninth day of quitting the circle Why not hit you, not me...

The reporter of Beijing North Finance Channel is Ge Qingying, who transferred from Yuantie Province TV Station to Beijing North TV Station. As a relative of Ning Changsheng and Xing Shuyang, she is very aware of the grudge between the two, not to mention that she lives in the same community with Gao Yuan, the project manager of Xing Group who died on the way to the auction.

Gao Yuan has been outstanding and promising since childhood. After the college entrance examination, the banner in which he won the city's top scorer in science was hung at the entrance of their community for a whole month. Every time she entered or left the gate, she would look at it twice to motivate herself.

Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, Gao Yuan died young in a car accident.

When she returned to the community, she often heard the elderly people in the community gathered together to discuss the truth behind Gao Yuan's death. Everyone said that the "mentally ill" truck driver must have been sent by a business rival, but no one had any evidence.

Later, she also paid attention to Xing Shuyang and learned that Xing Shuyang had been targeting Ning Changsheng, presumably to avenge his good friend Gao Yuan. Unfortunately, the latter was too powerful, and almost everyone around Xing Shuyang had a bad ending. As a result, Xing Shuyang fled Yuantie Province in disgrace and settled in the south.

Before today's business forum, Ge Qingying had actually suspected that, given Xing Shuyang's years of avoiding Ning Changsheng, he wouldn't even show up. Unexpectedly, he not only showed up, but actually gave a speech right in front of Ning Changsheng! But what she couldn't have anticipated was that as Ning Changsheng passed by her, the strange chandelier flew from the stage, made a sharp ninety-degree turn, and crashed down on him with a loud bang.

Ge Qingying looked at the camera showing the recording, then looked down at Ning Changsheng's hand, which was only three or four centimeters away from her toes.

She was silent for two seconds, and before anyone could react, she pretended to be startled by the falling chandelier, took a few steps in panic, and stepped hard on Ning Changsheng's fingers. Ning Changsheng, who had been knocked unconscious, suddenly twitched in pain.

When she had stepped on him enough, Ge Qingying kicked the opponent's fingers away when she retracted her foot. The camera lens in her hand suddenly moved downwards, capturing Ning Changsheng's miserable appearance clearly.

She felt a little regretful when filming. If she was the staff member responsible for the live broadcast at the venue, it would have been great. At that time, she could show many netizens in a 360-degree all-round way how miserable the usually overly domineering Director Ning was at the moment.

In stark contrast to her mood, President Ding had just made a last-minute trip to the conference venue. As soon as he stepped through the restroom door, he received a frantic call from a venue staff member. As soon as the call connected, his face dropped to a state of shock, and he broke into a sprint, his legs leaving afterimages and his wig nearly flying off his head. He finally arrived at the venue. Standing at the door, holding onto it, he caught Ning Changsheng's miserable appearance through his sweat-stained vision, and he let out a sharp cry.

"Director Ning! Director Ning! Damn it, whose chandelier is this? Why is the quality so poor?"

Hearing this shout, the stunned CEOs around him reacted and quickly stood up to surround Ning Changsheng. But perhaps because the crowd was too crowded, people in the front row muttered, "Stop pushing! You're going to step on Director Ning!"

What? Are you going to step on Ning Changsheng?

When the friend who had spoken up when Xing Shuyang arrived at the venue heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up like light bulbs. He shouted "Don't push, don't push" while pressing all his strength onto the back of the person in front of him.

The only three people behind him were Shen Wanglan, Zhai Hong, and Huo Chengji: "..."

The three of them looked at each other. Huo Chengji coughed lightly and also shouted a few words symbolically: "Stop pushing."

Shen Wanglan: “…”

Ning Changsheng was watching the excitement from behind, while Xing Shuyang quickly bent down to pick up one or two jade beads scattered on the ground. But before he could stand up, he felt a hand grab his collar. His expression changed slightly, but he remained calm. At the same moment, the hand suddenly exerted force, throwing him off the stage. At the same time, a clear and pleasant female voice reached his ears: "Stay away, go find Shen Wanglan and the others."

As he finished speaking, a cold wind brushed across his nose, and then his nose hurt and a drop of blood fell.

His heart trembled, and he dared not hesitate any longer. He quickly retreated and walked around to the side of Shen Wanglan and others from the other side of the aisle. During this time, he also felt a strange chill on his back, but before he could think about it, the feeling disappeared completely.

Seeing him rushing over, Shen Wanglan reached out to hold his arm and whispered, “Uncle Xing.”

Xing Shuyang waved his hand: "It's okay."

He turned his gaze back to the front of the stage, but unfortunately it was empty.

So he lowered his voice and asked, "Wanglan, I just heard a voice. Could that be what you said—"

Before he could finish his words, Xing Shuyang felt a gentle pressure on the back of his hand. He immediately realized what was happening, but he didn't stop talking. Instead, he continued, "A ghost born in Ningchang? I felt like my wrist seemed to have hit something, and then the jade beads you gave me, which had been blessed by a Taoist priest, all fell off with a clatter."

Shen Wanglan was a cautious person. Although he didn't notice that someone was watching them, he still said, "I'm not sure."

After a while, doctors and nurses rushed over and lifted Ning Changsheng, whose right shoulder was crushed to a bloody pulp, onto a stretcher.

With Ning Changsheng's departure, the originally noisy venue fell silent. But the silence only lasted a few seconds, and then there were whispers and sighs.

In the open space outside the venue.

Sang Qiqi crossed her arms, her eyes fixed on Mei Yishan's tall figure, and she tilted her head.

Mei Yishan was still wrapped in a black robe, with a huge hood covering his entire face. He didn't react much to the girl's half-smile, "The master you're protecting is almost being smashed to death. Aren't you anxious?" Instead, he frowned slightly and looked back at her with a questioning look. His hoarse, old voice gradually rang out: "Someone from the underworld?"

Yo.

Sang Qiqi was really surprised this time.

Ever since she opened the Sang Qiqi Funeral Service, she never used the name of the underworld when catching ghosts and confronting them. The ghosts that passed through her hands could never guess her true identity before she introduced herself. However, the one in front of her was very special.

The corners of her mouth curled up, and she didn't hide it. Instead, she asked with a smile: "How did you tell that?"

"There is a disgusting smell about you." After giving a puzzling answer, Mei Yishan's figure suddenly swelled. As his body expanded, countless strong and foul smells instantly filled the entire open space. At the same time, the blue sky above his head began to turn gray and black, giving a suffocating feeling as if dark clouds were covering the city.

The aura spread to Sang Qiqi's feet, completely enveloping her. An extremely chilling feeling filled her entire body. Sang Qiqi glanced around. The ghostly aura was tinged with a few wisps of conspicuous scarlet. The murderous and tyrannical aura came crashing down on her like a blade. The strong smell of blood filled her nostrils, irritating her and causing her to frown.

Although he had long guessed that the strength of the evil ghost in front of him should not be underestimated, probably because his hands were stained with enough blood, he still felt a little unhappy when he actually felt it.

Casually dispelling the incoming aura, Sang Qiqi's figure flashed, and a new figure appeared where he had been standing. Mei Yishan was amazed at Sang Qiqi's quick reaction, thinking she was indeed a ghost from the underworld. Peng Su's roar had sent him reeling, nearly forcing him to flee. The underworld employee he encountered now was no ordinary person.

Mei Yishan's face gradually became gloomy. While he was thinking about how to deal with this employee of the underworld, Sang Qiqi took the initiative to take action.

But surprisingly, she had a smile on her red lips and a few pieces of talisman paper were hooked between her slender fingers.

...Talisman paper?

Isn’t that a Taoist’s thing?

Mei Yishan frowned, but before he could figure it out, he saw the talisman paper in front of Sang Qiqi being blown up by a ghostly aura. She murmured, her eyes slightly widened, and suddenly said, "Rise!"

The stronger ghost energy emanating from her body shot into the strange pattern on the talisman paper, and then radiated out from the strange pattern half a second later, bursting out as fast as the evening glow, passing through the layers of obstacles created by Mei Yishan, and facing Mei Yishan's forehead!

Mei Yishan was shocked. Although he had no idea what Sang Qiqi's trick was, his sixth sense told him it was probably not a good thing. This premonition became a reality when he saw vines sprouting from the ground where the ghost energy was passing.

Mei Yishan glanced at the growth speed of the vine. In less than two seconds, it grew from the length of a finger to four or five meters high. The soft branches swayed, seemingly gentle, but in fact, when he moved, all the branches quickly attacked, madly increasing their length and chasing Mei Yishan.

Seeing this, Sang Qiqi threw out a few more talismans.

Then he sat cross-legged in the air, took out his cell phone, and pressed the start recording button.

Mei Yishan's reaction speed was quick, but it was clearly no match for the demonic energy emanating from the talisman. As he ran, he felt a few wisps of energy brush against his cheek and pierce his hood, a bad feeling dawned on him. Then, he watched helplessly as the demonic energy descended in front of him, uprooting vines and blocking the path ahead. At the same moment, a gust of wind blew from a gap between the vines onto his right cheek. He initially ignored it, thinking it was just a normal breeze outside, until he suddenly felt his skin begin to itch.

The itching becomes unbearable and begins to spread rapidly throughout the body.

Mei Yishan reached out and scratched, but the itching didn't subside at all; instead, it intensified. His heart skipped a beat, and he tried to endure it, but it was impossible! Not only did he feel the skin itch, he even felt like his heart was itching. He even tried to pierce his chest and squeeze his heart.

When his fingertips pierced his chest and the pain went straight to his brain through the nerves, his face suddenly changed when he realized what he was doing.

What on earth is this woman doing?

Are there any employees in the underworld who are good at dealing with evil spirits in this way?

Impossible? If such a method of torturing ghosts really existed, why would the Ten Kings of Hell have set up so many small hells in the underworld and trained so many executioners? This woman can torture the evil ghosts in the small hells of the underworld to death with just a piece of talisman paper!

But at this point, wondering if Sang Qiqi was an employee of the underworld was pointless. Mei Yishan bit down on his tongue, using the pain to suppress the itching. He abandoned his original plan and decided to attack. His figure transformed into countless wisps of ghostly energy, forcing its way through the gaps blocked by the vines. Seeing Sang Qiqi close at hand, Mei Yishan's eyes lit up. But just as he was about to regroup, he suddenly felt a huge shadow fall in front of him.

Turning his head, he saw a scene that made him tear his eyes out.

These vines are actually absorbing his ghost energy!

Furthermore, the vine that had successfully absorbed the energy grew at an incredible rate, becoming as massive as a multi-story building in the blink of an eye. Even more outrageous, branches began to grow from this giant vine, and on each branch appeared... his face.

It was his face not hidden by the hood.

When Sang Qiqi saw this scene, her lazy expression disappeared.

She slowly stood up, her eyes fixed on the face blooming on the vine. She chuckled softly and murmured, "Mei, Yi, Shan?"

Mei Yishan's expression changed slightly.

Sang Qiqi laughed, "No wonder he's covering his face. How did he know he was on the underworld's wanted list? He was so brave that he even tricked the executioner into fleeing the underworld, but now he's in the human world, he's become so timid."

Mei Yishan didn't answer.

He narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, it seems Sang Qiqi is indeed from the underworld, and it seems the underworld people have made a mistake. From the beginning to the end, it wasn't him who bewitched the executioner, but the executioner bewitched him!

But he didn't plan to tell anyone this.

He gritted his teeth, feeling resentful that his ghost energy had been absorbed by the vines, and his combat capability was now reduced by at least 50%.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to smash the remaining ghost energy towards Sang Qiqi's head regardless of the consequences. The vine seemed to have self-awareness and spread in front of Sang Qiqi in the blink of an eye, blocking her head.

At the same time, Sang Qiqi, realizing Mei Yishan's true identity, stopped teasing him. This guy was the fish that Peng Su and Lin Yanluo had been coveting for a long time. If she really made him lose everything or let him escape, Lin Yanluo would stand by her bedside and strangle her to death in the middle of the night.

She raised her hand.

boom.

Countless vines covered the sky, completely blocking out the remaining light around.

Sang Qiqi's figure disappeared silently, then reappeared silently behind Mei Yishan. A chill ran down the back of his neck, and he turned abruptly. But the moment he turned, a pale, slender hand effortlessly grasped his neck and flung him onto a dancing vine. The vine pierced Mei Yishan's chest with a whirring sound. Sang Qiqi tiptoed in front of him, her fingers resting on his shoulder, giving him a gentle push.

A sharp pain filled Mei Yishan's body within a few seconds.

His body, struggling on the vines, drooped limply like a boneless jellyfish.

Sang Qiqi stuffed Mei Yishan into her Qiankun sack like she was collecting garbage. As she lifted the sack, she glanced at the holes in it and decided to find time to visit Liuyun Temple. The sack was so rotten, Mingxin would have to buy him a new one just for that cup of milk tea... Forget it, she'd better go to Taiwei Sanren and ask for a better quality one.

Muttering to herself, she flung the sack behind her. With a raised hand, the countless vines, clamoring and growing, suddenly began to shrink, eventually transforming into a ghostly aura, which was absorbed by the suspended talisman. At the same moment, the surrounding space, condensed by Mei Yishan's aura, completely dissipated. The black mist vanished, and the sky, once shrouded in dark clouds, gradually cleared.

In the distance, the sirens of an ambulance gradually faded away. The driver in the car looked up at the now bright sky and couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "What's going on with the sky? It's dark and bright, like the end of the world. I thought it was going to rain heavily."

The doctor in the car also felt strange, but the strangeness quickly disappeared when he touched Ning Changsheng's face.

In comparison, it would be even stranger for a person to be hit by a chandelier twice in a row.

-

Sang Qiqi went back to the funeral service, threw Mei Yishan to Duan Sui, and then hurried back to the venue of the business forum to join in the fun.

After Ning Changsheng's unexpected incident, the meeting hall fell silent for a long time. Finally, CEO Ding turned the tide, taking the stage, taking the microphone, and asking all the CEOs to move to the adjacent hall. After some fussing, the situation finally returned to its original state. CEO Ding wiped the sweat from his forehead and bowed to apologize to all the CEOs present. "I'm truly sorry, but it's not easy for everyone to gather in Jingbei. So, today's exchange meeting will continue. I'll visit Chairman Ning later."

Then he waved towards Xing Shuyang: "Boss Xing, let's follow the same process as before."

Fortunately, Shuyang hadn't expected Mr. Ding to be so impressive. Even after Ning Changsheng's devastation, he still remembered the forum. But then again, the Beijing Chamber of Commerce had been planning this forum for a long time. It wouldn't be easy for entrepreneurs from all over the country to put aside their current commitments to attend. If it were delayed until tomorrow, many entrepreneurs would have to leave.

He didn't refuse and went on stage.

After Huo Chengji watched Xing Shuyang go on stage, he heard a rustling sound coming from the empty seat next to him. He tilted his head, his gaze fell on the empty seat, and called out softly, "Boss Sang?"

Sang Qiqi knocked on the armrest.

Huo Chengji and Shen Wanglan looked at each other, and their eyes suddenly turned relaxed.

Although they did not doubt Sang Qiqi's ability, they still had to worry about it. Now that they confirmed that Sang Qiqi had returned, they felt relieved.

Sang Qiqi propped up her chin and listened to Xing Shuyang's speech on the stage. She was so sleepy that she felt like she could pass out. Huo Chengji lowered his head and suppressed his laughter as he heard yawns one after another.

Fortunately, Xing Shuyang finished his speech after two minutes, but just as he was about to step down, the reporters who had been waiting in the press area raised their hands.

"Boss Xing, I have some questions about what you just mentioned. Could you please answer them?"

Mr. Ding had not mentioned this matter before coming, but Xing Shuyang glanced across the aisle, and after seeing Mr. Ding nod, he smiled and said yes.

The questions asked by the first few reporters, including Ge Qingying, were indeed centered around the content of Xing Shuyang's speech just now. But when it came to the turn of a male reporter in his thirties, wearing a suit and black-framed glasses, the tone suddenly changed.

He lowered his head and tapped the microphone, then smiled seemingly harmlessly and said, "Thank you, President Xing, for accepting my questions. However, all my professional questions have been answered, so I'd like to ask something else... For example, what does President Xing think about President Ning being hit?"

Wow.

The moment this question was posed, the executives present were in an uproar, staring at each other with a touch of amusement. This reporter was quite capable and courageous, daring to ask Xing Shuyang such a question under these circumstances. Who knew how Xing Shuyang would respond? A hypocritical wish for Ning Changsheng's safety and health? But even that would sound utterly hypocritical.

"How do you think he will answer?" someone asked the boss next to him curiously.

The other person touched his chin and analyzed, "With so many people watching, even if Xing Shuyang hates Ning Changsheng, he shouldn't show it so obviously, right? The minimum manners must be -"

Before he finished speaking, Xing Shuyang spoke with a faint expression: "What do you think? Didn't the netizens make it very clear? Director Ning is getting his comeuppance."!

The boss, who had just said that Xing Shuyang would maintain his composure, opened his eyes wide and was stunned.

The rest of the people are similar.

A group of bosses suddenly started quacking like ducks.

"Oh my god, is Xing Shuyang crazy?"

"Ning Changsheng's death report hasn't come out yet, right? Why did Xing Shuyang just start fighting with Ning Changsheng in front of so many people and cameras?"

"Was it Ning Changsheng or Xing Shuyang who got hit on the head by the chandelier?"

Sang Qiqi's ears were filled with chattering, filled with amazement. She glanced around with satisfaction, and also heard the conversation of the three people beside her. Shen Wanglan and Huo Chengji knew that Xing Shuyang now had Sang Qiqi as a backer, so they naturally said whatever they wanted. However, Zhai Hong was surprised. He sat up straight with the help of his crutches. His eyes fell on Xing Shuyang, and he sighed softly, "Young people nowadays are really brave."

Shen Wanglan smiled at Huo Chengji but didn't respond.

On stage.

The reporter, who was also surprised by the answer, was stunned for a moment.

He had interacted with Xing Shuyang before, and had asked him questions about Ning Changsheng on camera. Xing Shuyang's face had visibly darkened. His newspaper had capitalized on his reaction and generated significant traffic. He'd thought he could recreate that scene, but Xing Shuyang had actually sent him even more traffic!

The reporter sighed inwardly and asked again and again: "Do you think this is retribution?"

Xing Shuyang's expression remained unchanged as he asked, "What else could it be? Why didn't this chandelier fall on you or me, but Ning Changsheng? Not to mention that this chandelier was originally hanging above my head, right? Ning Changsheng could still be hit from such a distance. What else could this be but retribution?"

He lost his urgency to finish answering the questions and leave the stage. Instead, he said with a half-smile, "God is watching what we do. Some people may be able to hide from bad things for a while, but they can't hide forever. Reporter, don't you agree?"

Reporter: "...Yeah, right."

Xing Shuyang's expression relaxed and he nodded, "I think so too. Also, the venue manager can come to me later. I'll cover the cost of repairing the chandelier in the hall next door."