Nan Yuanman's ahoge (a single hair sticking up) twitched, and he pointed at himself with a bewildered expression, asking, "A genius of the Xuanmen (mystical sect)? Me?"

"Grandpa, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"

Miao Shaohua, who had just celebrated his fortieth birthday, stumbled. His eyes widened as he looked at Nan Yuanman in disbelief, and he stammered, "What...what did you just call me?"

grandfather? !

Is he really that old?!

Nanmanyuan's big eyes were exceptionally sincere: "Grandpa."

Miao Shaohua felt as if an arrow had struck his chest, and the 908 team members who came with him couldn't help but burst out laughing.

When Miao Shaohua looked over with a dark expression, they had already returned to their serious demeanor.

"You!" Miao Shaohua's face darkened, a hint of anger rising in his heart. But when faced with Nan Yuanman's soft, fair face, he couldn't utter a single harsh word. He could only mutter, "Little kid, I'm not that old!"

Nan Yuanman scratched his head, honestly said "Oh," and looked behind him, asking, "Where's Sister Xue Liu? Where is she?"

“Zhong Xueliu is busy, so I'll handle your affairs from now on.” Miao Shaohua coughed lightly, looking around the room with displeasure: “What happened?”

Nan Yuanman frowned unhappily, but didn't say anything. She pointed at Gao Jingjing, who looked uneasy, and briefly explained what had happened.

After listening, Miao Shaohua sneered and stared at Gao Jingjing with a sinister look: "You treacherous dog, so many people have worked hard to create a peaceful environment for you, and you, on the contrary, are afraid that we will live too peacefully, right?"

As he spoke, he pulled a cloth bag from his waist, muttered something, bit his finger, and smeared the blood from his fingertip onto the bag.

"Buzzing..."

A tiny, whirring sound of wings rang out, and tiny black insects, no bigger than grains of rice, buzzed out of the bag, quickly forming a dark cloud that flew towards Gao Jingjing.

Gao Jingjing's eyes widened in horror. She screamed as she grabbed Lingling and ran away, yelling, "Ahhh! What is that?! Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer—!!"

Nan Yuanman stared wide-eyed in shock: "!!"

Lou Yuqi trembled with fear and subconsciously moved closer to Nan Yuanman.

Meng Qingwan sensed something was wrong, raised her hand to protect the two little ones behind her, and looked at Miao Shaohua with a wary and scrutinizing gaze.

Miao Shaohua said smugly, "These are the Heart-Eating Bees that I have painstakingly cultivated. Once bitten, they will feel the pain of being devoured!"

He usually used these Heart-Eating Bees to deal with those stubborn or utterly wicked evildoers.

Although this woman is an ordinary person, what she does is no different from those heinous evildoers.

Using heart-eating bees to deal with her was already considered merciful!

Gao Jingjing felt as if her heart was about to burst. Lingling, whom she was holding tightly in her arms, struggled to use her Yin energy to create a shield to protect her.

Lingling gave a weak, cold snort and said sarcastically, "How are your actions any different from ours?"

"You call us evil spirits evil, but you self-proclaimed righteous sorcerers are even more evil! More hypocritical! More disgusting!"

Miao Shaohua's face darkened, and just as he was about to make another move, members of Team 908 stepped forward to stop him: "Old Miao..."

Upon hearing this address, Miao Shaohua's face darkened: "What are you calling me, Old Miao! Call me Captain Miao!"

They keep calling him "Old Miao," making him sound old!

“Captain Miao.” The 908 team member immediately changed his tune, pointing to Gao Jingjing, who was wrapped in insects and rolling on the ground screaming in pain, and said with a forced smile, “She’s just an ordinary person. A small punishment is enough to teach her a lesson. If we really kill her… it will be hard to explain to the director.”

Nan Yuanman frowned slightly, secretly observing Miao Shaohua.

She always felt that the ugly-looking old man in front of her had ill intentions.

Miao Shaohua noticed Nan Yuanman's gaze, straightened his back a bit, and raised his chin high: "I know what I'm doing."

He released the Heart-Eating Bees partly to demonstrate his strength to Nan Yuanman and intimidate her.

Miao Shaohua didn't believe that Nan Yuanman was really a once-in-a-century genius of the Xuanmen sect, and he didn't want to lose face by politely recruiting a child who was many years younger than him!

So I might as well scare her a little and then lure her into room 908 while she's scared. That would be completing Deputy Director Li's mission.

However, to Miao Shaohua's surprise, the little dumpling's milky white face showed no sign of being startled at all.

Miao Shaohua began to doubt his life. Was it because his Heart-Eating Bees weren't ferocious enough?

Hearing Gao Jingjing's increasingly weak screams, Nan Yuanman felt uneasy and frowned as he asked, "Grandpa, can you put the Heart-Eating Bee away now? She's dying."

The principle of the Southern Perfection School is to kill without abusing life, but Miao Shaohua is blatantly abusing his privileges to abuse life.

She doesn't like it.

"Do you need to tell me?" Miao Shaohua was a little embarrassed and retorted to her in an annoyed manner before waving his hand to put the Heart-Eating Bee back into his small cloth bag.

The 908 team members gave Nan Yuanman a grateful look, then rushed over to help Gao Jingjing, who had collapsed to the ground, up and put a pill in her mouth.

The rag doll in her arms was also wrapped and sealed by them with a large yellow talisman.

Nan Yuanman reminded them: "Besides this rag doll, she should have many other dolls at home that she didn't give to the aunt who came to ask for a child in time. Please remember to collect them as well."

Team member 908: "Okay!"

While the 908 team members were busy, Nan Yuanman and the other two sat on the sofa and checked on Dong Yuanxiang's condition with concern.

Fortunately, she only fainted from the shock and will wake up soon.

Miao Shaohua stood there for a while, but Nan Yuanman didn't come to talk to him, so he felt a little embarrassed.

You should know that whenever he appears in places frequented by rogue cultivators from various sects, they will shower him with compliments.

But this little brat acted as if he didn't exist, not taking him seriously at all!

Miao Shaohua cleared his throat and, with an air of superiority, said to Nan Yuanman, "Do you know who I am? Do you know why I've come to find you?"

Nan Yuanman looked puzzled: "Why should I know?"

This person is really strange.

Nan Yuanman cautiously shrank back.

Miao Shaohua choked for a moment, then said somewhat angrily, "You little brat, you really don't know how to respect your elders. I'm your senior, after all. Is this how you treat me?"

"I went to all this way to invite you to join 908, but now it seems that with your terrible character, you are not worthy of being a member of 908 at all."

Nan Yuanman was completely confused. She scratched her chubby cheeks and looked at Miao Shaohua with a blank expression: "Wait a minute, grandpa, when did I say I wanted to join 908?"

Miao Shaohua's forehead veins bulged: "I told you not to call me grandpa!"

"Wait!" Miao Shaohua narrowed his eyes slightly: "You don't want to join 908?"