Chapter 94: All Chinese Mysticists Are Evil Cultivators

Big gold brick! Duan Anluo has never seen a big gold brick since his rebirth.

"Do we have to curse them all to death? I think the project is a bit too big and difficult to complete. If not all of them are killed, can you give it to the younger ones?"

Si Cang was amused. He was quite good at bargaining.

"I'll change it to a smaller one for you. If you kill one of these people who borrowed the country's fortune, I'll give you a small gold bar."

Duan Anluo immediately became excited: "If you say so, I won't go out."

The distance was so far, and he still had to rely on words. Duan Anluo was afraid that the force was not enough, so he drew a formation on the spot to give it some support.

He tore off the talisman paper on his body, summoned all the black energy, pointed at the island and cursed: "Anyone who borrows our country's fortune will be retaliated and die without a burial place."

"I curse you to have volcanoes erupt, buildings collapse, bridges break, typhoons every day, and sink to the bottom of the sea, leaving nothing behind."

"Anyone who has stained his blood with the Chinese people will have no rebirth in the afterlife."

The curse was too widespread, and Duan Anluo was afraid his power wasn't enough, so he silently recited it nine times, wrote it down, and placed it on the altar. His own black energy combined with the power of heaven and earth could make the curse last longer, but it had to be accurate.

He specifically highlighted the first point and focused on it first, killing as many people as he could.

Hou Qing's evil spirit coiled around like a snake, and the curse power condensed into deep marks. The whole wooden board began to turn black. Duan Anluo counted and found that there were quite a few people who set up this borrowed luck formation, and there were a total of forty-nine curse marks.

There is a layer of gas protecting it, which prevents the evil spirit from invading it.

However, the evil energy of the ancient demon god was not so easy to resist. As the layer of gas that was used to resist it was corroded and a hole was formed, the evil energy seeped in and many bright red marks suddenly appeared on the wooden sign. Duan Anluo counted and there were 14 of them.

This is, 14 people died?

Duan Anluo silently chanted "Amitabha". These people were so powerful that they even dared to borrow the country's fortune. He thought they were so capable.

After some operations, I felt a lot more relaxed.

Si Cang's method is really good. It uses up all the black energy that cannot be used.

He no longer has black aura all over his body and looks like a villain.

Although the black energy in his body was ten times larger than before, he could still control it.

Si Cang looked at the joy on his face and asked, "Is it done?"

"Well," Duan Anluo yawned, "the thieves of national destiny killed 14 of them in one go. Let's see how long they can hold out. I guess there are a few capable ones among them, otherwise they wouldn't dare to touch the national destiny."

He paused, then looked at the wooden sign. "I think we'll know the outcome tonight. Let's use up all the demonic energy first. I'll use it up when I absorb the resentment later."

As he spoke, he yawned again. He was sleepy and his body was reacting to the black energy.

I felt uncomfortable all over, bearable, but not entirely comfortable. I felt alert for a moment, then wanted to sleep again.

Si Cang reached out and touched his forehead. It wasn't a low fever like last night, so there should be no problem.

Duan Anluo was slightly startled. Si Cang seemed to have some magical power that could absorb his fatigue and discomfort. So he pulled Si Cang and used him as a medicine bag, "Come on, go to bed with me."

The next morning, Duan Anluo saw a blood-red stain on the wooden sign. He couldn't count how many people had died.

However, there was indeed a powerful one among them, who had not died. He used up the black energy accumulated that night and continued to consume it.

Duan Anluo asked Si Cang: "Since they thought of borrowing the national destiny, do they usually have other tricks?"

Si Cang said in a cold tone: "There were people who came here to cause trouble before, but they are all dead."

Duan Anluo raised his eyes, his tone as calm as if he was discussing lunch with Si Cang, "When are we going to attack them? If they don't obey, we'll kill them. If we can assimilate them, we'll assimilate them. If we can't assimilate them, we'll leave them alone. This way we don't have to watch them jump around like dung beetles jumping on your feet. They can't bite you, but they're annoying."

Si Cang was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "What did your family do?"

It wasn't that he didn't support Duan Anluo, it was just that his idea was too unusual. In the past, ordinary people were lucky to have enough food to eat, and their first reaction was to seek food and clothing, but Duan Anluo's first reaction was to destroy the country.

The mystical arts have always been considered low-class, but Duan Anluo's demeanor, temperament, eyes, and inherent arrogance are nothing like those of someone cultivated in this field. Even today, even the most affluent families wouldn't be able to cultivate such demeanor.

Duan Anluo glanced at him: "Didn't you check me out before?"

"You didn't check again after you got upset."

No matter what, Duan Anluo's martial virtue is too abundant.

Duan Anluo narrowed his eyes and said, "I won't tell you."

He probably had a bad reputation in history, one that didn't care about his job, liked to hang out with the lowlifes, and often went to brothels to listen to music. Who knew what rumors would spread about him. To be honest, he didn't even dare to check.

After a while, he suddenly stretched out his hand and looked at me with bright eyes: "Where is the gold reward for me?"

Si Cang chuckled and grabbed his wrist: "Come with me, I'll take you to get it."

"Where are you going?"

"Go get it at my house."

Duan Anluo paused and muttered softly, "But I haven't played enough with robots yet..."

"There are plenty of those things," Si Cang said naturally, "Give me the renovation team's call number and I'll send someone to keep an eye on them."

"Xun Xiao is still young..."

"I'll send someone to look after them. The guild has been busy lately, and it's inconvenient for me to run back and forth."

"Okay." Duan Anluo was abducted just like that.

After getting in the car, Duan Anluo suddenly remembered: "I still have to go home. I'm afraid of getting them into trouble."

Si Cang said in a deep voice: "I have already sent someone over."

Duan Anluo's eyes lit up: "Really? Thank you!"

After thinking about it, I still felt uneasy, "I'll go back and add a few more layers of insurance."

"I'll come back tomorrow," Si Cang said in a normal tone, "First ask your brother what he's been busy with recently and whether he'll be home tomorrow."

Duan Anluo lowered his head and sent a message to Duan Antang: "Brother, are you busy? I'll be home tomorrow."

After a few seconds, Duan Antang replied: "How could that trafficker not know whether I'm busy or not?"

"who?"

"The surname is Si."

Duan Anlang immediately understood that the two were definitely together, so he deliberately added, "Ask him if he plans to send me out tomorrow?"

Duan Anluo whispered to Si Cang, "When did this happen? Did you send my brother away?"

Si Cang shrugged innocently, "It's his home, how could I have the right to send him away?"

Duan Anluo: “…”

I don't understand what these two are doing.

No matter how good his upbringing was, Duan Anjian couldn't help but swear: This grandson! What a dog!

At the guild headquarters, Assistant Fang received an international complaint call early in the morning. There was a lot of chattering coming from the other end, and it was obvious that the person was very angry.

He listened expressionlessly for three seconds, then said coldly, "Find someone who can speak human language to talk to me... I can fucking speak, but that doesn't mean I want to, and after I'm done I still have to go brush my teeth!"

When the other party switched to speaking in stiff Chinese, Assistant Fang yelled, "What does your family's death have to do with us? Did we do it? Who knows what immoral things he's done again? He must be punished by God!"

Guilds from various countries have private contacts with each other, and sometimes they send people to help each other.

Ten years ago, China and the island country also cooperated. China was helping other countries, and that country happened to have cooperation with the island country. In this way, the three parties came together in a strange way.

After that, the island nation never wanted to encounter Chinese mystics again.

In fact, the Chinese are very willing to go over to "help", but the people from the island countries dare not use them because in their eyes, the Chinese mystics are all evil practitioners.

When faced with danger, Chinese mystics would say, "Ah! I can't die, my teammates are standing behind me," and then rush forward and fight to the death.

The Chinese cooperated with them, and when they encountered danger, they would say: "Ah! I can't die, my teammates are standing behind me." Then they sacrificed the Japanese and escaped.

Some even looked back while running, grinning, with the corners of their mouths almost splitting to the back of their heads.

Another possibility is that when there is no danger, the Chinese will take the initiative to create danger and sacrifice them.

The most infuriating thing is that these people will not leave any evidence behind, and no matter where they go, they always act like sages, which makes them swallow their blood and break their teeth.

However, this kind of private communication, like doing business, is entirely personal and has nothing to do with the country. Even if the two guilds were to fight, it would not escalate into an international issue.

Assistant Fang has always had a gentle image in the guild, but he has a bad temper outside. He and the president play the roles of the good cop and the bad cop, and they do very well.

"Ask your guild leader, that old blind fellow who's deliberately looking for trouble, is he trying to start a war?" Assistant Fang's tone became even colder. "A mystical master will fight to the death, not burying him. Do you dare?"

The other party was silent, not daring to do so.

Assistant Fang said sarcastically, "Don't forget where your stuff came from. A grandson is a grandson, and a grandson should be prepared to be a grandson. We're not killing you because we're worried about affecting our international image. There are tens of thousands of factions in China, and every one of them is your ancestor."

Before the other party could finish his sentence, Assistant Fang started cursing again: "What do you care what our president said? I'm just saying what the president said. I told you that your death has nothing to do with us. You're just looking for trouble. Stop talking. If you want to fight, fight. If you don't want to fight, shut up and get out!"

There was complete silence on the other end of the line.

Assistant Fang listened to the beeping sound and put down the phone in a bad mood, cursing, "Damn it! I told them all this, but they still won't fall for it. I can't even find a reason to kill them."

He flipped through the list irritably, "Is there any mystic over there? Can they disappear for a bit? National Day is almost here, I want to kill a bunch of them to celebrate."

At this time, the president slowly pushed the door open and walked in: "Assistant Fang, is what you said what I said?"

Assistant Fang paused, his expression unchanged: "President, I was a little emotional just now, please don't think too much about it."

The president's eyes lit up. "No, I mean, you finally want to take over! I can retire early! I can also pretend to be sick, dizzy, nausea, heart paralysis, cerebral infarction... Which one do you think is better?"

When he thought about being able to use his high pension to go fishing after retirement, he felt like he became several years younger.

Assistant Fang said indifferently, "You're overthinking it. You've read the report, signed the documents, and approved this month's bills. Take your blood pressure medication now."

The president suddenly looked old, which was really worrying. When would he be able to retire? When he looked in the mirror this morning, he found that he had more white hair.

Assistant Fang turned around and went out to call Duan Anluo: "What have you two done? I've received complaints from the island country."

Duan Anluo was in the car, his voice very innocent: "I didn't do anything."

"I received intelligence that they were stealing the national destiny, so I reported it to Captain Si. I haven't told anyone else yet. If it wasn't you two, who was it? Did he give you the idea?"

Duan Anluo smiled and stopped hiding it, "Yes, this is a really good idea."

Assistant Fang also laughed, "I knew it had something to do with you two."

Duan Anluo asked, "If they come to your door, what are you going to do?"

If the guild is unable to come forward, he can do it himself since he has nothing to do anyway.

"What can we do? Keep cursing, and whoever gets killed counts. Do you think they haven't cursed us? They're setting up formations every day, hoping for our demise." Assistant Fang's temper flared as he spoke. "They don't dare to engage in a mystical battle. This kind of fight, where death is the only option, is a losing battle. They're cowards, and we don't want that either."

Assistant Fang's tone became increasingly harsh: "In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, we fought several times. At that time, they were all privately organized. There was no reward for winning, and the casualties were all counted by the people themselves. There were hundreds of people who signed up.

Now that we're doing well, they don't dare to do that anymore. If a fight breaks out, those old guys in our guild who usually never leave the house will have to go up and beat them up even on crutches. Even our guild leader will have to be a cheerleader."

Duan Anluo thought of the president holding up his wig and shouting, and laughed out loud: "I have a picture."

The two of them talked on the phone, imagining the scene, and laughed at the same time: "Hehehe..."

Assistant Fang asked casually, "Where are you going? I heard the navigation system."

Duan Anluo said cheerfully, "Go to Si Cang's house and get your reward!"

"What reward?" Assistant Fang's gossipy spirit instantly ignited.

"Gold! Si Cang said if I kill one, he'll give me a small piece."

Assistant Fang was silent. This is a game that you rich people can afford to play. One of them is a commoner. He doesn't want famous brands or high-end custom-made clothes. He just likes gold.

Then Duan Anluo said again: "When I get it, I'll give you a piece."

Assistant Fang was surprised: "Really?"

"Of course, we're good friends! Isn't gold scarce these days? Unlike back then... Anyway, I'll give you one piece as a gift."

The two of them laughed at the same time into the phone again: "Hehehe..."

Si Cang, who was standing by, heard it clearly and was speechless. Duan Anluo was using his money to support others.

He also noticed that even when he was just on the phone, Duan Anluo would habitually lower his head close to the receiver. His posture and laughter were exactly like Assistant Fang's, gossipy and mischievous.

Only then did Si Cang realize that Duan Anluo and Assistant Fang really hit it off. They hadn't met before, but they hit it off instantly, even sharing similar tastes in food.

When he arrived at Si Cang's house, Duan Anluo first noticed the tree next to his house. "I bought a luxurious bird cage and hung it on the tree so that the bird at home can come and watch over the house."

Si Cang said: "It may not be willing to come. Take good care of that bird. It is not an ordinary bird."

“It’s just a little ugly.”

"She'll look good when she grows up."

“How long does it take to grow up?”

"A few decades, I'm not sure."

Duan Anluo gave up in a second and said, "Forget it, let's just keep it."

After entering the door, Duan Anluo went straight to the topic: "Where's the gold?"

Si Cang opened the safe, and found dozens of heavy gold bars neatly stacked inside.

"I can only give you three." Si Cang said calmly.

"Why??"

"The mission has not been completed yet, and there are still several people who are not dead." Originally, these were all prepared by Duan Anluo, but now Si Cang doesn't want to give them away because he is unhappy that Duan Anluo is using his money to support others.

Si Cang glanced at Duan Anluo, and an inexplicable thought came to his mind: having three wives and four concubines was the norm in the past. Could it be that Duan Anluo was treating Assistant Fang as a "concubine"?

Thinking of this, Si Cang became even more unhappy.

Duan Anluo noticed that Si Cang was in a bad mood and tilted his head in confusion. What was wrong? Was he reluctant to part with these gold bars? That wasn't right. He seemed quite happy on the way. It couldn't be about the gold bars.

He thought carefully, what had he said to upset Si Cang? It didn't seem like anything. No matter what he said before, Si Cang had never been so upset.

Si Cang closed the safe, locked it, and took it back to his room. A moment later, he came out dressed in a new outfit. "I'm going to headquarters."

Duan Anluo stood up and said, "I'll go with you."

Feeling that Si Cang didn't need him to accompany him, Duan Anluo was afraid that Si Cang would refuse, so he made an excuse: "I'm going to go play with Assistant Fang for a while."

He was about to turn around when Si Cang grabbed him.

"What's wrong?" Duan Anluo paused, a little confused.

Si Cang exerted a little force with his arm and brought him closer, his other hand naturally resting on his waist. The distance between them suddenly shortened, and their breathing could be clearly heard.

Before Duan Anluo could react, Si Cang had already lowered his head and kissed him. This kiss was not hasty, but it carried a sense of not being able to be rejected. A simple touch, warm and firm.

Si Cang stepped back slightly, looked deep into his eyes, and said in a low voice: "When will you give me a name?"

Duan Anluo's face flushed, and his brain was slow to react. "Didn't I admit it?"

Si Cang looked at him dimly. Have you ever admitted it?

"Is this why you're unhappy?" Duan Anluo thought seriously. "Give me all those gold bars, and I'll admit it now, okay?"

Si Cang: “…”

Duan Anluo chuckled, held Si Cang's face with both hands, and said softly, "Just kidding."

He said seriously, "I'm sorry, I may not be as sensitive to feelings as I thought. I've always been alone and have no experience in this area. If I make you angry or make you feel insecure in the future, you must tell me, otherwise I may not be able to guess. Si Cang, you are the only person who has moved my heart in my two lives."

Si Cang's eyes darkened, and the nerves that had been restraining him broke. He lowered his head and kissed her again. Going to the headquarters didn't matter anymore!

The author has something to say:

I'm going out to play tomorrow. I don't know if I will have time to write when I get to the hotel in the evening. I will try my best to write, and I will come back later if I really can't.