Chapter 29 I Can’t Be Taken Away! (Edited)

News arrived this morning that the pharmacist had been apprehended. Because the case involved metaphysics, it had been handed over to the Guild, and even Duan Mingxuan had been transferred there.

More importantly, the pharmacist had previously been involved in a case that implicated Si Cang. The president had directly ordered the case to be transferred to headquarters, and he would personally oversee it.

Things got out of hand in no time.

Duan Anluo, who had slept on the sofa in the middle of the night, opened his eyes and saw Bai Ziyue and Si Cang talking on the phone. Bai Ziyue's mouth was like a machine gun, talking non-stop, and he sounded full of energy.

What he was more concerned about was: "Is Duan Mingxuan the biological son of the Duan family?"

"No! The witch doctor gave him some medicine. I went to see him, and the medicine was disgusting. Even if you did a paternity test with a dog after using it, the result would show that the dog was born to a human.

Didn't you see? When he was caught, the drugs alone filled a whole truck! It was like the kind of refrigerated truck that transports ice cream, packed to the brim!

There are bottles and jars everywhere, including jars of pickled vegetables. I can't understand what's inside. People from the technical department have taken them away for testing, but we don't know the ingredients of the ointments and powders yet.

Oh, and they also found human remains and animal bones in the basement, some of which had been ground into powder. So disgusting! Those ointments and powders are probably made that way.

Come here quickly, I'll show you around."

Si Cang thought he was too noisy and gave the phone to Duan Anluo. At this time, the doorbell rang and Si Cang turned to open the door.

Bai Ziyue was talking about nausea while eating. Duan Anluo asked curiously, "Is your department so idle?"

"Hahaha, I don't have any mission right now. I'm just the boss's humanoid pendant, used to suppress the evil energy on him." Bai Ziyue made two "Pooh" sounds, as if spitting out something, and then said vaguely: "If the boss doesn't move, I won't move either. Everyone in our team has been dispatched."

Duan Anluo was extremely envious. He also wanted this kind of job, where he could eat, drink, watch the fun every day and get paid.

"By the way, have you shown the results of the investigation to Duan Mingxuan?"

"Not yet. I've been watching him for a long time. No one's paying attention to him now. They're mainly focusing on interrogating the witch doctor."

Duan Anluo raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "That's great, I'll go tell him myself."

Si Cang came back with breakfast and put it on the dining table: "Go after dinner."

Only then did Bai Ziyue react: "You two were together last night? Are you living together?"

Si Cang said impatiently: "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Bai Ziyue immediately understood, he discovered the truth again. He sent this news to their small group and could exchange it for six red envelopes.

Duan Anluo also felt that the young man was too noisy and he could hardly keep up with the pace.

Si Cang opened the lunch box and said, "There are disposable toiletries in the bathroom."

Duan Anluo put down his phone and went to wash up. When he came back, breakfast was already set. Si Cang hung up the phone and ate with an expressionless face.

Duan Anluo didn't hesitate and sat down to eat.

Si Cang looked at the man who had been dead for more than 500 years sitting opposite him. His eyes unconsciously stayed on Duan Anluo, and he handed him a pair of chopsticks.

Duan Anluo took the chopsticks, looked at them, and put them down again. What kind of chopsticks should be used to eat pie?

He picked up a pie with his hands, took a bite, and gave Si Cang a thumbs up while chewing: This pie is really delicious.

Si Cang found that Duan Anluo's posture when eating was particularly pleasing to the eye, and his every move was full of elegance. It was the kind of temperament that was engraved in his bones and could not be changed even if he wanted to. It made people doubt his background.

My eyes moved down to his hands. His fingers were long, white, and slender, and the shape of his joints looked better than others when he was pinching the pie.

At this moment, those beautiful fingers were covered with oil, and the nails were shining with a warm luster, so pink and tender that it made people want to...

Si Cang held his forehead and forced himself to stop thinking about it. This antique is poisonous.

Duan Anluo had almost finished a pancake when he noticed Si Cang's annoyed expression and urged him, "Eat quickly, we have something important to do later."

He took a sip of soy milk and frowned, saying, "Don't put sugar in soy milk next time. I don't like sweet soy milk."

Si Cang raised his eyebrows: "I am your servant?"

Duan Anluo answered confidently, "What if there's a next time? This is called taking precautions."

Si Cang was silent for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

After dinner, he went straight to the guild. On the way, Bai Ziyue sent a message saying that he was waiting at the door where Duan Mingxuan was imprisoned.

Duan Anluo was a little worried: "Will he really not reveal your secret? Just send me the location like that?"

Si Cang frowned, "He thinks you are one of his own."

As for what counts as one of his own people, Si Cang didn't say. He felt that Bai Ziyue just deserved a beating, and if he had an attack, he could just be beaten up.

Moreover, Bai Ziyue has an ability that allows him to tell good from bad at a glance, no matter if it is a human or an animal, as long as they are alive.

After arriving at the guild, Duan Anluo and Si Cang separated. He went to see Duan Mingxuan, and Si Cang went to find the pharmacist.

This was the first time Duan Anluo met Duan Mingxuan, and he looked completely different from the other members of the Duan family.

Although Duan Duohai's face made him angry at the sight of it, his appearance was impeccable. With his broad yin gate, long and clear eyebrows and beard, a flat and broad brow, and a high nose bridge, he had the features of a man who would have both wealth and power, and live a life of prosperity and wealth. Even the white hair at his temples reflected the mature charm that time had added to him, making him the quintessential handsome uncle.

Lin Wanqiu, needless to say, had delicate features, a gentle temperament, and was as elegant as a perfect painting. Even with her age and the fine lines around her eyes, she could still put countless young ladies to shame.

Although he had never met Duan Anlang, Duan Anluo knew what he looked like and thought his adopted brother should be pretty good-looking too.

Duan Mingxuan's appearance can only be considered above average. Not only his appearance, but also his temperament is incompatible with the Duan family.

The Duan family gives people the impression of being open and honest. No matter whether it is a conspiracy or an open conspiracy, victory or failure depends on the means used.

Duan Mingxuan always looked at people with a certain scrutiny, appearing polite on the surface, but actually cautious, not wanting to offend anyone. His eyes, lowering his head, were filled with calculation, weighing the pros and cons of every person he looked at.

No wonder at the beginning, the Duan family went to more than a dozen hospitals for tests, but in the end they were still unwilling to believe that he was their biological son. They could only blame it on the fact that Duan Mingxuan had suffered too much and was raised like this.

Now everyone's focus is on the pharmacist, and no one cares about Duan Mingxuan. There are tables and chairs in the interrogation room, but he is curled up in the corner, his eyes are red, and he keeps mumbling something. He is obviously mentally abnormal.

Bai Ziyue reminded him, "If you don't provoke him, he'll be more obedient. He'll get angry if you talk to him. Let me show you."

After saying that, he suddenly jumped to the door, pointed at Duan Mingxuan and shouted: "Duan Mingxuan, you poor bastard!"

The man in the corner jumped up like a spring, rushed to the door, and roared at Bai Ziyue: "You are poor! You have no money! I am from the Duan family! My father has plenty of money, and all his money is mine! You have never seen so much money!"

His eyes were bloodshot and he was gritting his teeth like a madman.

Bai Ziyue shrugged. "See, that's it. They say the drug lasts a month. It's crazy."

Duan Anluo curled his lips: "How terrifying."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Duan Mingxuan seemed to be turned on. He stared at Duan Anluo with red eyes: "Why are you here?"

Duan Anluo looked at his miserable appearance with great interest. The more he looked, the more he wanted to laugh. "Nonsense, of course I came to see you in such a miserable state."

This attitude irritated Duan Mingxuan again: "Stray dog! You should be a stray dog! Why did you come back? Damn that couple! They actually took you back! I'm their biological child. They made me suffer for so many years, why should they be so good to you? They should go to hell for being so biased! They all deserve to die! They all deserve to die!"

Duan Anluo covered his ears and watched him curse hysterically. When he got tired of cursing, he poked him lightly: "You are the one who deserves to die, you are a fake, I am the real one, you are fake!"

The scene was just like the real and fake Monkey King, except that the real Monkey King was calm and composed, while the fake Monkey King was crazy and mad, jumping around in anger, but he was locked up and couldn't get out.

Duan Mingxuan slammed the door with red eyes, "You're the fake one! You're a bastard who was taken away by mistake! You don't even know who your biological parents are!"

Duan Anluo covered his ears again. After Duan Mingxuan finished scolding him, he poked him secretly: "You fake, you will never get the Duan family's money. When you die, you can't even afford a decent urn. You can only use a plastic bag."

"I'm going to kill you! Ahhhhhh!" Duan Mingxuan was so angry that he completely lost control. He slammed his body against the door frantically, and the alarm on the door immediately sounded sharply.

Someone opened the door from next door, "What's going on?"

Bai Ziyue replied with a smile: "It's okay, my brother is playing with the monkey~"

The person next door shook his head. "He's too greedy. He's gone mad. The drug damaged his brain. Even if he recovers, he'll still be manic."

Duan Mingxuan's crime does not deserve the death penalty. They also investigated his biological parents and found that they were not kind people.

After Duan Mingxuan entered the Duan family, he secretly resented their previous mistreatment of him and their frequent attempts to create obstacles for his biological parents. If he returned home with this illness, one could imagine how difficult his life would be.

A person's strength is limited, especially when he is in a manic state. Duan Mingxuan soon ran out of strength and collapsed to the ground.

Duan Anluo raised his hand and gently knocked on the glass window: "Hey, fake, let me show you something good. Can you read?"

Duan Mingxuan staggered to his feet, holding onto the door. His bloodshot eyes glared at Duan Anluo fiercely, as if he wanted to crawl out and bite him to death.

Duan Anluo put the paternity test report on the glass and said, "Did you see it clearly? You are a fake and have nothing to do with the Duan family."

"You're talking nonsense!" Duan Mingxuan was irritated again and pounded on the glass frantically. "They took the wrong child! I'm the Duan family's biological child! The Duan family owes me! All that money should be mine! Wait until I get out... wait until I get out..."

Duan Anluo suddenly remembered what netizens often said: No matter how many years of experience as a miner, he still can't find a nerve as pure as yours.

He decided to download a "neurotic digging" game when he got home to see if he could find a more outrageous psychopath than Duan Mingxuan.

After Duan Mingxuan calmed down a bit, Duan Anluo raised his hand and pointed at the air. An invisible force instantly calmed Duan Mingxuan's restless soul. "Who told you that you were taken away by mistake?"

Duan Mingxuan's eyes gradually blurred, and he said dully, "Yes, it was the man who sold medicine... I couldn't find a job after graduation... My parents quarreled every day at home... That day I met a man in black. He said I was a child taken away by mistake from a wealthy family, and as long as I could go back and recognize my parents... I could change my fate..."

Duan Anluo understood that the pharmacist took advantage of Duan Mingxuan's greed.

"If you weren't so greedy," Duan Anluo said softly, "you would live well in the Duan family."

As soon as Duan Anluo's hand left his body, Duan Mingxuan suddenly became excited, "That was originally mine!"

Duan Anluo sneered, suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Duan Mingxuan's soul out of his body, then punched him in the chest, "This punch is for you to hit the old man."

Before Duan Mingxuan could finish his scream, Duan Anluo grabbed his neck again and slammed the back of his head against the wall, "This time, you pushed her."

He looked at the stairs and thought that if Lin Wanqiu really fell from it, she would become a vegetable even if she didn't die.

Duan Mingxuan's soul was almost shattered by the collision. Seeing that it had become more transparent, Duan Anluo raised his hand, "Gather the soul! Calm the soul! Calm it!"

After fixing the other person's soul, he picked up Duan Mingxuan again, "And mine."

To be precise, it belongs to the original body.

Duan Anluo put two fingers together and drew a blood-red spell in the air, "From now on, if you have greed again, your soul will be shattered."

After saying this, he roughly stuffed the soul back.

The other party provoking him is the cause, and his attack is the result. No one can interfere.

When Duan Anluo turned around, he found that Bai Ziyue and the staff next door were all looking at him in amazement.

"It's okay, I'm still alive." Duan Anluo clapped his hands, as if to wipe off the dirt on his hands. "If you need this kind of service in the future, you can come to me. My fee is very cheap."

Si Cang stood at the end of the corridor without knowing when, "Are you messing around again?"

Duan Anluo winked at him: "Isn't this just helping you? I don't even want a salary, I just enjoy helping others."

"Sister-in-law... ahem, brother!" Bai Ziyue almost bit his tongue and quickly changed his words, "Are you going to see the next one? Let's go quickly, or the president will be here soon."

Duan Anluo raised his eyebrows: "What kind of new name is 'Brother Sao'?"

"Oops, a slip of the tongue!" Bai Ziyue waved his hands, his white pigtail swaying. "That witch doctor is covered in drugs. To facilitate the interrogation, they just pulled out the soul and tied it up. Do you want to watch the soul-searching? It's really exciting!"

Bai Ziyue wanted to trick him away quickly, otherwise the president would come.

Duan Anluo noticed that he was chewing something all the time, "What are you eating secretly?"

"Superior Longjing!" Bai Ziyue pulled out a handful of tea leaves from his pocket as if presenting a treasure. "Want a try? I got this from the old man's office."

Duan Anluo pinched a piece and put it in his mouth. The tea leaves melted into a refreshing aroma on the tip of his tongue. "This tea is really good."

But can tea be eaten as a snack?

Bai Ziyue boasted, "These two taels of tea cost the president half a month's salary!"

"You didn't steal it, did you?"

"How is that possible! I took it from the president's desk in broad daylight!"

Duan Anluo couldn't help laughing: "It's his blessing to have you."

Bai Ziyue was about to respond when his expression suddenly changed. The president's figure appeared at the end of the corridor. He hurriedly stuffed the tea leaves back into his pocket and ran away, pulling Duan Anluo.

Duan Anluo held out his hand, "Give me some more, I'll go back and make some tea."

When the president walked to the door, there was no one there.

Si Cang followed Duan Anluo and said in a low voice: "Are you going to see that pharmacist? I've got you into trouble."

Duan Anluo waved his hand, "Hey! You gave me all your destiny and merits, so I didn't suffer any loss."

It is not yet confirmed that he and the original owner are the same person. There is no such person as Si Cang in the original owner's memory. It is like a novel that follows a routine story. He, the villain, was murdered, killed people, was caught, and killed... It was a horrible sight.

Moreover, he has written down the names of all the righteous people who killed his original body in a small notebook. He has already adopted one of them as his godson, and there are a long list waiting for him to adopt.

Si Cang calmly pointed out, "Your previous personality had obvious flaws, a sign of an incomplete soul."

Duan Anluo sneered: "Even if it's just one of my toenails, it can't be taken away by anyone!"

Si Cang's mouth twitched, unable to reason, "I'll take you to see someone later, he should know what's going on."

Duan Anluo refused, "No, I won't go even if I die."

In the interrogation room, the pharmacist's spirit had been extracted and pinned to the wall like a specimen. Chains of spiritual energy were wrapped around his limbs and neck, and a prominent red button stood out on the console next to him.

Bai Ziyue introduced: "See? There is a large amount of spiritual power stored in the box below. Once this button is pressed, his soul will be shattered."

Duan Anluo nodded thoughtfully, Oh, that's how it is used.

The pharmacist opened his cloudy eyes and saw Duan Anluo and Si Cang standing together. He let out a hoarse laugh: "Hahahaha... You should thank me for tying the knot for you."

Duan Anluo curled his lips in disdain: "What are you bragging about? You don't have the ability."

"Haha...!" The pharmacist was about to make a few sarcastic remarks, but his laughter suddenly stopped because he saw Duan Anluo's finger touching the red button.

He asked nervously, "What do you want to do?"

Duan Anluo smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I'll wipe off the dust."

The pharmacist couldn't laugh anymore. "You just want to know why I chose you, don't you? My client needs someone born on a Yin day, a Yin year, a Yin month, and a Nine Yin body. Your family protects you so well, you're always picked up and dropped off. I had no choice but to find a way to get you out. I didn't expect that idiot to actually believe it."

Duan Anluo raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it because my name is Duan Anluo?"

"It has nothing to do with your name. What I want is your Nine Yin Body. The Nine Yin can transform evil spirits and fill the air with resentment."

His fate was no longer under his control, and he had nothing to hide. "You can slowly corrode his fate, ten, twenty years... No matter how strong he is now, he will die one day. When he dies, the suppressed ancient demons and evil spirits will be released."

He asked in confusion: "Why didn't you turn into a ghost? Why are you still alive?"

Duan Anluo smiled and said, "Do you really want to know?"

As someone who studies pharmacy and has a heart that is constantly delving into research, it is really painful not knowing the truth.

Duan Anluo raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Call me dad and I'll tell you."

The pharmacist's face froze. "You're not Duan Anluo! Who are you?"

Duan Anluo turned around and pointed at the souls on the wall. "How do you usually deal with this kind of garbage? I can provide a soul-scattering service for free."

"You guys!" The president finally caught up.

Duan Anluo turned around and immediately put on a well-behaved smile: "Uncle President, it's been a while since I last saw you. Your hair is still so thick, and you look younger and younger."

The president's expression eased a bit. Look at how good he is at talking. Even though he's a bit evil, he looks well behaved! Unlike his subordinates, none of them are worry-free.

Bai Ziyue suddenly came over, reached out and lifted the top of the president's head, and told Duan Anluo seriously: "It's fake, a wig!"

Duan Anluo widened his eyes in shock and looked the president up and down with suspicion. Even his hair was fake. Was there really no problem with the president's character?

The president, who was exposed on the spot, was in a terrible state. "Bai Ziyue, you are going to die!"

Si Cang pulled Duan Anluo over and said, "Come with me to meet someone."

"I won't go! Don't try to trick me! Even if my soul is incomplete, my brain is sick, I'm stupid, I'm autistic, my three souls and seven spirits have been... torn apart... even if my cut fingernails become spirits, I can't be taken away!"

This is a shame!

Si Cang was so angry at his series of metaphors that he laughed: "Keep making it up. I want to see what else you can come up with."

"Anyway! Absolutely! Impossible!" Duan Anluo emphasized each word, "There's no way I'll be captured."

Si Cang was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He simply grabbed his wrists and dragged him away with just one hand.

Duan Anluo couldn't break free and his face turned red with anger. If the Heaven could come up with a "one-click stab to death" function, he would definitely hang Si Cang, the martial artist, on the wall!

The author has something to say:

I wrote it too hastily yesterday, so I made some revisions. I'm still writing today's update and will post it tonight.