Chapter 17: Seventeenth Day of Retirement: You guys call the iron pipe Sang Qiqi...
The black crow spread its wings, circled twice in the night sky of Tongzhou City, and then dived down, landing steadily on Sang Qiqi's right shoulder. It tilted its head and touched Sang Qiqi's face with its sharp and cold beak, silently telling Sang Qiqi what it saw and heard while following Qiao Tianyi.
Sang Qiqi lowered her eyes and kicked Qiao Tianyi, who looked like a dead body. She repeated thoughtfully, "Yunhe Temple?"
Bending down, she pushed aside Qiao Tianyi's clothes, hooking her fingers around his collar and pulling it down. A ring-shaped jade pendant, tied with a black string, was revealed before Sang Qiqi's eyes. The jade pendant was made of exquisite material. To ordinary people, it seemed soft and translucent, but Sang Qiqi was only focused on the thick, dark, ghostly aura that enveloped it.
This ghostly aura...seems to be coming from more than just Fu Rui.
Unable to figure it out for the time being, Sang Qiqi simply stuffed the jade pendant into her pocket, and then at the crow's signal, took the lifelike figurine from Qiao Tianyi's pocket.
After doing all this, she yawned lazily and said to the crow, "Let's go, Xiao Hei, let's go home."
Sang Qiqi planned to take a shortcut through the underworld. As she slowly passed the Naihe Bridge, she spotted Sister Mengpo at work. She stood in a small pavilion, several large ceramic jars behind her. With her head bowed, she filled a paper cup with ingredients and asked the next reincarnated ghost, "What flavor of Mengpo soup would you like?"
This ghost looks very young. He probably didn't expect that the Mengpo soup in the underworld is similar to the milk tea in milk tea shops on earth, and can even be DIY.
A hint of embarrassment flashed across his face, but his fingers quickly ordered five toppings: "Normal iced, 50% sugar, original milk tea with coconut flakes, double boba, taro balls, grass jelly, and milk cap! Thank you!"
Meng Po: “…”
Are you drinking Eight Treasure Porridge here?
Quickly preparing the young ghost's eight-treasure porridge and milk tea, Meng Po stuffed it into his hands and called out, "Next."
Sang Qiqi quietly appeared behind her, her tone carrying the reasonable questioning of a worker to their boss: "You're working so hard, why hasn't your boss assigned you an assistant yet?"
Meng Po was startled: "Who the hell is scaring me—"
Turning to see it was Sang Qiqi, he quickly swallowed his curse words and shrugged, "It's arranged. He said he worked in a milk tea shop in the human world before he died. Although he wasn't very old, he had worked in stores for no less than ten brands. Not only was he professionally qualified, he was also able to innovate and innovate. He was an excellent worker. How about you, have you been busy lately? I ran into your eldest brother when I went to Lao Xu's for dinner the other day. He heard that you were doing so well in the human world that you seemed to be reluctant to leave."
Sang Qiqi waved her hand modestly: "No, no, I'm still a little short of being successful."
But a little more than bloody.
Seeing that Meng Po was really busy, Sang Qiqi stopped chatting with her and continued to float slowly. Finally, she returned to the funeral dragon before the sunlight spread to every corner of the world.
It was still early, so Sang Qiqi didn't rush to open the door. Instead, she took out the jade pendant and placed it on the table. She bent her fingers and tapped the edge of the jade pendant. The sound was like knocking on the door, and the black mist surrounding the jade pendant swayed slightly, then slowly solidified into a human shape.
Fu Rui stood in front of the cashier counter.
His face was quite dismal, pale and bloodless, his eyes and brows betraying a sense of weakness and exhaustion. His clothes were tattered, with large patches of blood staining the corners and collar, ranging from red to black. His exposed skin bore numerous scratches and some obvious charred marks. The former were likely from Fu Rui's car accident death, while the latter were etched into the ghost, presumably Qiao Tianyi's means of controlling Fu Rui.
"Hello." Sang Qiqi held up her face and greeted him warmly.
"Hello." He moved his lips, his voice unusually hoarse due to the long silence.
Fu Rui's gaze was fixed on Sang Qiqi.
In the past two years, he stayed in the jade pendant on Qiao Tianyi's chest, and was fed up with Qiao Tianyi's arrogant face when he used him to achieve success, especially when he heard others call him "Little Fu Rui". That nauseous feeling followed him like a shadow, churning in his stomach and tormenting him badly.
Every day he hoped that one day someone would discover Qiao Tianyi's true identity.
Then, one day when he was gradually becoming disappointed and desperate, Sang Qiqi appeared.
He had witnessed Sang Qiqi's taunting of Qiao Tianyi, and naturally, he had also seen Qiao Tianyi's fury, his rage rising like a whirlwind, his hair standing on end. Although the suffering was not equal, Fu Rui felt that he had finally gotten some relief.
Especially when he saw the statement "even the acting is fake", his heart, which had obviously stopped beating, seemed to come back to life, with the thumping sound echoing in his ears. He pinched his palms tightly, forcibly controlling his body that was trembling with excitement.
He felt that Sang Qiqi knew everything!
And now, when he once again left the jade pendant and saw that the person standing in front of him was not Qiao Tianyi but Sang Qiqi, his sixth sense finally came true.
Fu Rui didn't know how to describe his feelings at the moment. He only knew that when he heard Sang Qiqi's gentle and crisp "Hello", his throat was so dry that he could hardly speak. His eyes, which had long lost their luster, could not get moist even when they encountered the pain of their soul being burned. But at this moment, he had an urge to cry.
He struggled to repeat the two simple words: "Hello."
Sang Qiqi could hear the hidden sob in his voice, but she didn't point it out. Instead, she smiled and pointed to the nearby shelf and asked him, "Would you like to pick out some clean clothes first? I have quite a lot of men's clothing here, so I think there should be a size and style that suits you."
"I don't have money to give you." Fu Rui said softly.
"It's okay. Just remember to give me a five-star review before you reincarnate." Sang Qiqi, always mindful of her performance bonus, stood up and walked with Fu Rui to the shelf. She rested her chin on her hand, thinking for a moment. "I remember you were wearing a smoky gray scarf shirt and black trousers in Xiao Xing's phone wallpaper. You looked pretty handsome. There's something similar here. Do you want to try it?"
Fu Rui hesitated for a long time, then finally shook his head and said, "...I want to go see my brother."
Qiao Tianyi heard every conversation he had with Tongxuan after he went to Yunhe Temple. When he realized that Tongxuan wanted to threaten him with his brother, he seemed to have completely fallen into the abyss. He was stunned and could no longer see any hope.
And now, Sang Qiqi kicked open the door that locked him, giving him the opportunity to go home.
"You can go, but don't worry." Sang Qiqi picked up the small doll that had been quietly placed on the table. When the doll stood up, its red eyes stared straight at Fu Rui. An irresistible sense of gloom suddenly surged from Fu Rui's back. Before he could say anything, Sang Qiqi said, "We have this doll with your brother's birth date and time on it. You don't have to worry about your brother's safety."
"not to mention--"
Sang Qiqi pointed at his tattered clothes and said, "It's not appropriate to go to your brother who idolizes you in such a shabby state."
Fu Rui lowered his head and touched the blood-stained corner of his clothes with his slightly charred fingers.
After a while, he nodded and no longer refused.
Before Sang Qiqi found the paper clothing set and set it on fire, she first threw a medicine box to Fu Rui so that he could treat his wound simply.
After a while, Fu Rui changed into new clothes and returned to Sang Qiqi.
Although Actor Fu, who had dressed up a little, was still in a damaged state, he looked much cleaner than before, and looked more energetic and handsome.
"good."
"Thank you." Fu Rui pursed her lips and asked softly, "Is Miss Xing my fan?"
"Yes, my phone wallpaper, phone case, WeChat chat background, and profile picture are all your pictures." Sang Qiqi said with a smile, "She's a very cute girl. Tomorrow, Saturday, she will probably come to my store and look around. I'll introduce her to you then."
Fu Rui nodded seriously.
"It's still early, let's go to your hometown first. Let's go."
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Near the airport access of Tongzhou City.
The unconscious Qiao Tianyi was discovered by a passing traveler.
Seeing what looked like a humanoid creature lying on the ground not far away, the young passenger rubbed his sore eyes. Between "airport panic" and "saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda," he decisively chose the latter. He summoned security and joined them. Upon seeing the man's face, the passenger's eyes widened. As he exclaimed, "Oh my god," his hand instinctively pulled out his phone, snapping away from dozens of camera angles to capture Qiao Tianyi's life.
This was the first time in his life that he had come into close contact with a celebrity!
And this is a half-dead star with a big bump on his head!
Seeing him jumping up and down excitedly like a monkey, the security guard reasonably suspected that this man was a black fan of Qiao Tianyi.
He pulled out his walkie-talkie and contacted the airport medical staff.
Dozens of minutes later, Qiao Tianyi slowly regained consciousness under the care of medical staff. The glaring light overhead dazzled his eyes, blurring his vision. A relentless, unbearable buzzing of bees echoed in his ears.
Fortunately, this feeling did not last long. Within two minutes, Qiao Tianyi was completely awake.
A strange figure in a white coat appeared in his eyes, but another familiar face appeared in his mind - Sang Qiqi!
He jumped up from the bed, but the severe pain in his forehead made him fall down again with a cry of pain. He subconsciously reached out to touch his head.
"Hey, don't touch it, don't touch it. The bump on your head is a bit big, don't press it." The doctor hurriedly stopped him and asked curiously, "Why did Mr. Qiao collapse alone in the airport corridor?"
The doctor's question brought Qiao Tianyi back to his senses from the pain. He threw back the quilt and gritted his teeth as he answered irrelevantly: "Call the police! I want to call the police!"
Within the local police station.
The young police officer who was receiving Qiao Tianyi was scrolling through the footage he had just copied from the airport surveillance camera, repeating with a strange expression, "You're saying that last night, you got off the plane and were about to take an online taxi, but halfway there, someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around and saw it was Sang Qiqi, who inexplicably punched you. That punch knocked you to the ground, and you fell asleep for half an hour at the airport?"
Qiao Tianyi listened to descriptions like 'inexplicable', 'fallen to the ground', and 'slept for half an hour'. He pinched his fingers, suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked expressionlessly, "Is there any problem?"
"Problem? Of course there is a problem!"
The police turned the tablet around and let Qiao Tianyi look at the screen.
Qiao Tianyi looked over and saw him walking in the silent and deserted passage. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but with a ferocious smile on his face, he bumped into the iron pipe under the signboard, and his expression suddenly froze.
The policeman asked quietly, "Do you call iron pipes Sang Qiqi?"
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