Chapter 103: Retirement from the Circle, 103rd Day: No Hugging in Public...
Special Assistant Zhang didn't want to say anything. Special Assistant Zhang just wanted to run away.
As someone who knew Sang Qiqi, he knew very well that she was cunning and strange. However, he had come into contact with many powerful Taoist priests before, so he never took Sang Qiqi, a female Taoist priest who fought alone and had some minor skills, seriously.
But it’s different now.
When he couldn't contact Taoist Qianxu, the other party inexplicably appeared in front of him with Qianxu's mobile phone. The half-smile on his face looked like a devil in the eyes of Special Assistant Zhang.
He pursed his lips and pretended to be calm: "This is Director Ning's ward. You are not welcome here. I hope you will leave quickly."
Sang Qiqi couldn't help but laugh when she heard this: "I come to your boss Ning's ward every few days. Why don't you usually chase me away?"
Come every few days?
When Special Assistant Zhang heard these words, his brows knitted instantly. He couldn't understand what nonsense Sang Qiqi was talking about. However, as Sang Qiqi counted on her fingers and told him what happened to Ning Changsheng in Yuantie and Jingbei ward, Special Assistant Zhang's face turned pale.
What's the meaning?
When Taoist Qianxu and Yang Jing were arguing in the ward, was Sang Qiqi watching nearby?
When Taoist Qianxu introduced Mei Yishan to Mr. Ning, was Sang Qiqi also in the ward?
Even... when Director Ning lost his temper and started cursing because of online public opinion, Sang Qiqi was there?
Shock filled his head. He stared blankly at the beautiful face before him. After a long while, a flash of light finally crossed his mind. He asked, almost breaking his voice, "Did you kill Yang Jing?"
Originally, he and Director Ning had assumed that Yang Jing had died after an argument with Qianxu, who had humiliated him and was seeking revenge. At the time, Director Ning had frowned, saying that Qianxu's motive was too obvious, and that he was quite bold, not afraid of Pingyang's trouble. But now, after hearing what Sang Qiqi said, Yang Jing's death was clearly suspicious!
"Congratulations, you got the answer right." Sang Qiqi smiled, "There's a reward."
With a deft flick of her fingers, she slowly closed the door behind her, shielding passersby from view. Realizing what she was about to do, Special Assistant Zhang's expression darkened. But he was at a loss, completely unsure what to do. Surrounded by Taoists, he knew only too well that facing an opponent with these special abilities would mean death for an ordinary person like him.
No, that's not right. He still has the amulet given to him by Taoist Qianxu!
He hurriedly took the amulet out of his suit pocket. Perhaps because he was too flustered, the amulet slipped through his fingers and fell to the ground. It bounced twice on the ground and rolled to Sang Qiqi's feet.
Special Assistant Zhang: “…”
Sang Qiqi: “…”
Sang Qiqi raised her eyelids with a complicated expression.
Special Assistant Zhang had never dreamed he could be so foolish. He finally thought of a life-saving device, but when he pulled it out, he slipped! A drop of sweat dripped down his forehead. He looked at Sang Qiqi, then at the brocade pouch, thinking about rushing over to pick it up. But the next second, he saw Sang Qiqi slowly lift her foot and then step on the pouch with her toes.
With a click.
The round brocade bag was flattened.
Assistant Zhang's pupils widened little by little, and after a few seconds, his eyes were bloodshot.
"you--!"
Hearing the sudden roar erupt beside her, a dense ghostly aura emanated from Sang Qiqi's fingertips, quickly reaching the sachet. In front of Special Assistant Zhang, a black mist enveloped the sachet. In the blink of an eye, a stench of burning fumes reached her nose. Not only had Sang Qiqi stepped on the sachet, but she had also incinerated it to ash. After the incineration, she lamented, "Qianxu is using a piece of junk like you as a talisman?"
Special Assistant Zhang was almost mad with rage. He never considered that Yang Jing and other Taoist priests who could make amulets for him had died at the hands of Sang Qiqi. How could he possibly escape with the help of this amulet?
Without saying any more nonsense to Assistant Zhang, Sang Qiqi felt in her pocket and took out a new evil curse talisman paper.
Puppet spell.
According to Su Shi's description, this curse can deprive a person of their thoughts, rendering them completely obedient. However, against a being with a powerful mind, the curse's effectiveness is reduced. Even so, it's sufficient for dealing with ordinary people like Special Assistant Zhang.
Ghost energy spread out from the talisman paper. When Assistant Zhang had a bad premonition and was about to run away, the ghost energy pierced into his back.
Pop.
His raised foot fell back to the ground, and he changed his running posture and stood still like a log.
Sang Qiqi circled around him twice, raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes. Special Assistant Zhang didn't react in particular, not even blinking, looking stupid. Sang Qiqi asked him, "What's your name?"
Special Assistant Zhang said nothing.
Sang Qiqi: “…”
Is this curse correct?
She took out her cell phone and sent a message to Su Shi. Su Shi’s first reaction after receiving the message was: Where did Sang Qiqi get so many experimental subjects?
Then he explained: Have you ever seen a puppet that can answer people's questions? The person under the curse can only be manipulated by you. If you pull him forward, he will move forward. If you pull him to jump off the building, he will jump off the building.
After reading the explanation, Sang Qiqi gave her evaluation: It’s useless.
Back in time: ???
Ignoring Su Shi's frustrated questioning, Sang Qiqi finally took out her most useful tool, shook the Qiankun sack, put Assistant Zhang in it, threw it behind her, hummed a song slowly, and left the hospital quietly.
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North of Beijing, Hushan District.
Hushan District borders the neighboring province and city and is surrounded by mountains. There are several tourist attractions here, and there is also a secluded Taoist temple in the mountains.
Inside the Taoist temple, a relatively youthful-looking Taoist priest, about forty years old, knelt before a massive golden statue, silently chanting scriptures with a cold expression. After a moment, he stood up and returned to his monastery. His figure swayed slightly, and the forty-year-old body lay breathless on the bed. Meanwhile, the old Taoist priest sitting in the corner opened his eyes.
Pingyangzi left the Taoist temple and came to a villa in Hushan District.
When I opened the door, the introducer was already pacing around in the living room. When he saw Ping Yangzi coming, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his previous anxiety and uneasiness disappeared in an instant.
He walked anxiously to Pingyangzi's side, and the introducer handed him the information he had sorted out: "Sir, Ning Changsheng is in trouble again."
Ping Yangzi's eyes swept over the information in his hand.
Ever since Ning Changsheng was hit by a chandelier at the convention center in Huaping City, Yuantie Province, and angrily called his introducer to vent his anger, Pingyangzi had given him the cold shoulder. It was undeniable that a wealthy boss like Ning Changsheng was a great help to the Nine Netherworld Divine Society, but if he truly wanted Ning Changsheng's money, he had more than just the option of coercing him.
He was impressed by Ning Changsheng's ruthless character and his genuine ability to make money, believing him to be a valuable asset. Otherwise, he could easily have cast a curse that would have Ning Changsheng voluntarily hand over all his wealth to him. But Ning Changsheng clearly didn't understand this. Over the past two years, the people within the Nine Netherworld Divine Society had praised him too highly, leaving him somewhat lost.
Now, upon hearing the news that he was in trouble again, Pingyangzi asked with a sneer on his face, "Didn't Qianxu give him all his Sanqing Bells?"
"It's useless." The introducer wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was from the Beijing North branch, so he naturally sided with the branch. He didn't have a good impression of Qianxu, so he didn't hide it when he complained about Qianxu and his Sanqing Bell. "Ning Changsheng not only had half of his shoulder smashed this time, but also his head. He hasn't woken up since the operation. I've asked around, and the doctor said his chances of waking up are slim. Qianxu seems to be thinking of giving him a new body. The Taoist priests who follow the old man and the old lady of the Ning family often hear Ning Changsheng's wife mention this matter these days. The other party also keeps asking if she can also get a young and beautiful body if she gets wrinkled as she ages."
laugh.
The sarcasm in Pingyangzi's eyes became even stronger.
Otherwise, how can they be called a family? Ordinary people would be scared to death when they heard about changing bodies, but Ning Changsheng's wife was thinking about her own beauty.
Really greedy.
"Don't worry about Ning Changsheng's family anymore. Find out where Qianxu has been these days."
Qianxu had dared to blame him for the Beiqing Village incident, and he was already furious. Now, he was even targeting the people he had recruited. This was like completely disregarding him and trampling on Pingyangzi's face! He knew without a doubt how the other branch leaders would mock him privately when they learned of this.
The introducer certainly knew that Pingyangzi disliked Qianxu. After hearing this, he could probably guess Pingyangzi's true thoughts and nodded in agreement.
Then, he hesitated and asked, "Sir, the man who injured Ning Changsheng..."
Pingyangzi did not respond.
But his eyes narrowed slightly, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.
If nothing unexpected happened, the person who injured Ning Changsheng was the same culprit behind the Beiqing Village incident. It seemed that the other party must have known about the existence of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society and was working against them.
And... Pingyangzi suspected that the other party was also involved in Yang Jing's death.
Of course, the premise of this speculation is that Qianxu would not be so stupid as to kill someone right after quarreling with Yang Jing, for fear that others would not know that he was the one who killed the person.
Thinking of this, Ping Yangzi's gaze returned to the information in his hand. After a few seconds, he suddenly ordered again: "Have someone keep an eye on the boss who challenged Ning Changsheng."
"Okay."
After leaving the villa, the introducer did not dare to delay what Ping Yangzi had instructed him to do, and immediately took out his cell phone and made a call.
One-stop funeral service.
After successfully carrying the person back, Sang Qiqi stepped through the door. Several customers waiting in line to pay saw her bare-faced, humming a song and looking cheerful. They all smiled and greeted her, "Boss Sang, what are you carrying? You look strong, but you look so thin and frail. I wonder if that's a lot of weight on your back?"
Sang Qiqi was carrying someone on her back, but her expression didn't change at all. She smiled and replied, "I just bought some wood. I'll make an urn when the time comes."
After saying that, he went into the storage room to 'unload'.
Zhang Lin: “…”
His sister's calmness is really enviable.
Meanwhile, after throwing the Qiankun sack into a corner, Sang Qiqi turned and was about to leave when she heard an unfamiliar phone ring. It took her two seconds to realize who the ringing belonged to. She pulled out her phone, saw the words "Referrer" displayed on the top, tapped the talisman against her body, and calmly answered the call.
After a few seconds, she asked back in Bai Tong's voice with some uncertainty: "Let me stare at Xing Shuyang?"
The introducer hummed, "The others are busy with other things, and I think you should be free right now. Remember to mention it to Taoist Master Bai Yuan. Don't underestimate this job just because Xing Shuyang is an ordinary person. I tell you, this is the master's personal order... And Xing Shuyang is suspected to have powerful people helping him. Be careful when you follow him and don't get caught."
Sang Qiqi's smile grew wider, and she excitedly said "Hey!" and then frantically promised him, "Don't worry, I'll definitely keep an eye on it. I'll tell Master when he comes back, and if anyone around Xing Shuyang behaves strangely, I'll notify you immediately."
"Okay, that's it for now. Contact me if you have anything else."
Click.
There was a busy tone on the phone, and Sang Qiqi burst out laughing.
Duan Sui, having traveled straight from the gates of hell to the funeral complex, used the storage room as a gateway to the exit. He was met with this sight of her, her eyes crooked with laughter. The moment his fingers silently touched Sang Qiqi's shoulder, she suddenly turned, pressing her palm against Duan Sui's shoulder and pushing him backward. With a snap and a muffled groan, Duan Sui's shoulder collided with the cold wall, slamming into it.
Sang Qiqi put most of her strength on him, and raised her chin slightly: "A sneak attack?"
Duan Sui lied with his eyes open: "No."
It would be strange if Sang Qiqi believed him.
He snorted coldly, wanting to teach Duan Sui a lesson when the sound of a door opening suddenly rang in his ears. They both turned their heads at the same time and saw Zhang Lin, who had already sent the guests away, twisting the doorknob in his hand. He scanned the strange movements between the two of them from top to bottom and left to right with a complicated expression, then threw down a word "Sorry to bother you", slammed the door shut, and left quickly.
Sang Qiqi: “…”
Duan Sui: “…”
Sang Qiqi rightfully threw the blame: "It's all your fault for the surprise attack."
Duan Sui accepted his fate and continued, "It's my problem."
Sang Qiqi instructed again: "Then remember to explain to the child that this is just a fighting posture between brother and sister, and there is absolutely no other meaning."
Duan Sui: "...Okay."
As the two ghosts pushed open the door and left the storage room, Sang Qiqi told Duan Sui about the call she'd just received from her referral. Duan Sui's smile nearly broke when he heard the referral requesting Sang Qiqi keep an eye on Xing Shuyang. He thought, "No wonder the little girl was laughing like that." He wondered if the referral would bang his head against the wall and die if the truth came to light.
While thinking, he walked towards the sofa.
Sang Qiqi poked Duan Sui's lower back with her finger, signaling him to remember to explain to Xiao Haige. Then, she looked down and saw Xiao Haige sitting cross-legged in front of the coffee table, writing something down. Looking closer, Sang Qiqi's eyes were filled with a few crooked words:
Things to note for employees of Sang Qiqi Funeral Service.
Look down.
Please ask the store manager and another adult employee to take care of the mental health of the underage employees.
No hugging or kissing in public, it will affect the store’s image!
Sang Qiqi: “…”
She took a deep breath and said immediately, "Come here, little brat, let me hug you."
Three minutes later.
Zhang Lin emerged from the storage room with a grin on his face, limping as he crumpled up the paper on the table and tossed it into the trash can. Meanwhile, Duan Sui sat to the side, legs crossed, gazing at him with a slight raise of his brow. When their eyes met, Duan Sui even gently asked, "Do you feel your sister Qiqi's love for you?"
Zhang Lin: “…I feel it.”
A much deeper love than a fucking feather duster.
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In the evening, Kong Xingyan ran to Sang Qiqi's funeral service after work, followed by two people, Xiao Xiao and Chen Xin.
It's just that when they arrived, a group of customers came to Sang Qiqi's store for shopping. Everyone was holding a bunch of strange paper-made items in their arms, including various big-name bags and expensive jewelry.
Chen Xin and Xiao Xiao squatted in the corner, touching the black pig's trotters and discussing in low voices.
"Boss Sang's business is really getting more and more prosperous. It's hard to imagine that a funeral home has become like an Internet celebrity store, with such a large number of customers every day." Xiao Xiao exclaimed. When he came over there just now, he heard two old men sitting on the roadside chatting. One of them said that his son was unreliable. He planned to go to Sang Qiqi in person to talk to him before he died. He paid a deposit in advance, and when he died, he would rely on Sang Qiqi to burn paper for him.
It is rare to see an old man with such advanced thinking.
"Boss Sang's products are really good." Chen Xin praised, holding his chin, "He is professional after all."
Xiao Xiao nodded vigorously.
After seeing off this group of guests, Sang Qiqi closed the glass door and pulled the rolling door, closing the door completely.
Seeing this situation, Xiao Xiao and his friends knew that the critical moment was approaching.
The three of them sat down at the coffee table. A moment later, Duan Sui emerged from the storage room, carrying a droopy-headed Special Assistant Zhang. After Sang Qiqi brought him back from the hospital, the puppet curse had been lifted. However, Sang Qiqi had sealed his mouth, strangely preventing him from moving his hands and feet. She hadn't turned off his phone, and all day long, the phone rang non-stop, but he never had a chance to answer it or call the police, leaving him feeling extremely anxious.
Not long after that, a strange and weird figure appeared out of nowhere. Cui Jing and Special Assistant Zhang looked at each other, and without saying anything, he threw Yang Jing and the other person in his hands in front of Special Assistant Zhang.
Special Assistant Zhang and Yang Jing were naturally familiar with each other, but he had never seen their miserable appearance with transparent bodies and pale faces as if they were about to die in the next second.
He couldn't speak, but Yang Jing was different.
His eyes swept over Special Assistant Zhang, and he twitched the corners of his mouth. His hoarse voice was filled with a hint of death as he said, "It seems that none of us can escape."
After saying this, Yang Jing closed his eyes weakly and said nothing.
But Special Assistant Zhang became even more panicked.
What do you mean no one can escape?
What exactly does Sang Qiqi want to do to them?
His chaotic thoughts lasted for a whole day. He waited for the conversation outside the storage room to die down. Sang Qiqi pushed the door open and said, "It's evening." Only then did Special Assistant Zhang realize that time had passed so slowly. He felt anxious for a lifetime, but only one day had passed.
He whimpered and tried to speak, but Sang Qiqi slapped him mercilessly: "Don't be impatient, you'll have your chance to speak later."
Pop.
The 5'7" grown man was thrown in front of Kong Xingyan and his group with extraordinary rudeness. The three of them were silent for a moment. Xiao Xiao smiled awkwardly and said, "Actually, I think we should come after you finish asking."
"Then why don't you go wait next door?"
Kong Xingyan waved his hand: "Come on, let's get down to business first. Compared to the truth, rules are not that important."
Hearing this, Sang Qiqi didn't hesitate any longer. She sat down in front of Special Assistant Zhang and nodded, "Come on, tell me about the years you've been Ning Changsheng's special assistant and how many dirty things you've handled for him."
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Two days later.
At the gate of Beijing North Private Hospital, several police cars blared their sirens and rushed into the hospital. When the cars stopped at the gate, several special police officers in uniform, with guns slung around their waists, walked quickly towards the elevator with cold faces and long legs, and pressed the floor buttons.
The patients and their families who were originally in the elevator were so frightened when they saw so many police officers suddenly coming in that they dared not move. However, despite their panic, they could not help but look at the police officers.
In the next half minute, the elevator stopped at each floor, but the people outside the elevator door stopped decisively when they saw the special police filling the elevator.
As soon as the elevator door closed, I pulled out my phone, found my friend's WeChat or group chat, and started talking: "Holy crap! I saw a lot of police officers at the hospital! They had bulges on their waists, like they were carrying guns! What's going on?!"
The news that could not be concealed soon spread throughout the local people's WeChat circle of friends as many patients' families spread the news.
Dozens of seconds later, the police arrived at Ning Changsheng's ward.
These days, it was Ning Changsheng's wife who was guarding Ning Changsheng's ward. The doctor came to check on the ward the day before yesterday but didn't see any accompanying caregivers. His face turned dark. He called Assistant Zhang but no one answered, so he could only call Ning Changsheng's wife. The other party mumbled and looked reluctant, but in order to show that the relationship between the couple was harmonious, she still stayed in the hospital for a day.
The same is true today.
But what she didn't expect was that just as she sat down, she heard hurried footsteps outside the door, and then the door was violently pushed open, and the noise scared her.
"you……"
Before he could finish his words, the leading police officer flashed his work ID and said to Ning Changsheng's wife, "Ning Changsheng is implicated in dozens of murders. We are temporarily taking over this area. Has he woken up yet?"
When Ning Changsheng's wife heard the words "dozens of murders", she felt dizzy and her face turned pale with fear.
It wasn't because she was afraid the person next to her might be a murderer, but because she was worried that these things would be investigated by the police. She had been with Ning Changsheng for many years and had a child with him, so she naturally knew about some of his bad deeds. However, as long as Ning Changsheng was alive, she could live a good life, so she pretended to be ignorant.
And now, the police came to our door with such fanfare. Did they find evidence?
Thinking of this, she almost had difficulty breathing and shook her head quickly.
At the same time, a topic quickly emerged on Weibo's trending search list. Clicking on it revealed a single line of text: Report! Ning Changsheng, implicated in dozens of homicides, had his hospital room surrounded by police!
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