Chapter 55: Retirement Day 55: The Thin Dog Becomes a Double Door.
Ever since Meng Zhengxiang was shot dead and his ghost escaped, he had never encountered such a humiliating situation. He felt like a salted fish on a chopping block, being slapped madly by Sang Qiqi's tail. He was clearly furious and resentful, but he had no power to resist at all.
Sang Qiqi's speed and strength are really exaggerated.
His body actually made a whooshing sound as Sang Qiqi swung her arms! Every time his head passed through the air, he would be clear for a moment, but the so-called moment was only half a second, because half a second later, he and his head would hit the ground again, making him dizzy and his head almost shattered.
Meng Zhengxiang didn't know how long he had been hit. When he lay on the ground like a dead fish, barely able to breathe, Sang Qiqi circled around him twice and taunted him with a fatal jeer: "Noob."
Meng Zhengxiang: “…”
Anger stimulated the nerves, and the pure black mist that was so weak that it seemed like it would dissipate in the next second suddenly condensed and swelled up again, flying towards Sang Qiqi's face. At the same time, the shadow of Meng Zhengxiang lying on the ground turned into nothingness in an instant, and a swaying transparent wave swept through the air.
Sang Qiqi guessed his true intention in a second.
He pulled the soul-binding chain in his hand back with force, and with a muffled groan, Transparent Wave fell to the ground with a bang, and the ghost figure was exposed in front of Sang Qiqi again.
Meng Zhengxiang's eyes were slightly surprised. He obviously didn't expect that even though he had turned into nothingness, the chains could still bind him tightly!
But if the soul-binding chain cannot be removed, doesn’t that mean he will never be able to escape from Sang Qiqi?
Realizing this, Meng Zhengxiang unhesitatingly condensed the black mist into a sharp blade and slashed at his ankle. Screams and agony echoed throughout the house, shaking the very ceiling. Meng Zhengxiang stared at his left ankle, drenched in black energy, glared at Sang Qiqi, and headed out the door.
"Xiao Hei!"
boom!
When the ghost shadow crashed into Mrs. Yan outside the door, a black crow fell from the sky, flapped its wings, and stirred up a gust of wind that blew the unsuspecting Meng Zhengxiang back into the small western-style building, and he fell at Sang Qiqi's feet again.
Sang Qiqi folded her arms and tilted her head to look at him. The mockery in her almond-shaped eyes was like a slap in Meng Zhengxiang's face, making him feel that his carefully designed plan to take revenge on Yan Jingrui was a huge joke.
But it doesn’t matter. If you can’t win by force, then try another method. Besides, he has a trump card.
Meng Zhengxiang's mood eased a little. He stared straight at Sang Qiqi, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.
Then, the thick black mist on his body quickly splashed around. Wisps of mist suddenly rose from the ground where the black mist passed, and in the blink of an eye, all the furniture in the small building was covered, forming a dark space where you couldn't see your hand in front of you.
Then, the outline of Meng Zhengxiang's ghost slowly floated in the darkness.
He pierced the darkness, his gaze darting towards the shadowy figure standing in the corner. He raised his lips, revealing his sharp teeth. "Sang Qiqi, you want to be the savior, huh? Today, I'll let you die with the Yan family!"
"It's getting dark and you're starting to dream?" Sang Qiqi raised her eyebrows slightly and looked around the dark and empty space. Her index finger casually hooked the soul-binding chain, and she raised her wrist and swung it to the right side of Meng Zhengxiang's ghost.
Bang, snap.
A scream rang out.
Sang Qiqi raised the corner of her mouth: "We are all ghosts, don't I know your little tricks?"
Wasn't it just that he separated a portion of his ghostly energy and created a fake clone that was chattering here to attract her attention, and then the real entity tried to attack her and kill her? How was this any different from the hide-and-seek she played with the little ghosts in the underworld?
Sang Qiqi raised and lowered her wrist, each time in a different location, but she could always hear a painful groan.
Seeing the soul-binding chains coming down from above his head like a whip again, Meng Zhengxiang finally couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly crashed into the clone. He stared at Sang Qiqi with his bloodshot eyes and gnashed his teeth, "Sang, Qi, Qi!"
These three words were filled with strong hatred, twisting Meng Zhengxiang's already ugly and terrifying face into a hideous appearance.
But Sang Qiqi's expression remained unchanged. She only urged, "Use whatever tricks you have. It's almost lunchtime. I need to go back and eat."
Meng Zhengxiang: “…”
Damn it, damn it, it’s so damn damn!
A burst of malice flashed in Meng Zhengxiang's scarlet eyes. Suddenly, a shadow of a long incense stick appeared behind him. The incense stick was lit, and the smoke was like silk. Although there was no wind in the space, it was still blown slightly.
What strange thing?
Sang Qiqi stared at Changxiang, whom she had never seen before, and her brows slowly furrowed.
During the few seconds she observed the incense stick, it burned at a rapid rate, reaching its end in the blink of an eye. Meanwhile, more and more smoke emerged from the incense stick, gradually condensing into the shape of a meditating figure.
The figure was not clear, but one could vaguely see that he was wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe, a Taoist scarf on his head, and a whisk in his arms.
He is actually a Taoist priest.
Meng Zhengxiang shouted, "Master, help me!"
boom!
The Taoist priest suddenly opened his eyes, and a strong wind blew up in the dark space and stabbed towards Sang Qiqi.
Sang Qiqi raised the soul-binding chains and swung them. The pitch-black chains split the gusts of wind like sharp arrows. Through the veil of wind, she saw Meng Zhengxiang's slightly thin body gradually grow larger as if inflated, and the black mist enveloping him became thicker.
The thin dog suddenly turned into a double door. Meng Zhengxiang raised his hand, closed his open fingers, and his bones made a crackling sound. He felt as if he had endless strength in his body. His scarlet eyes lit up and he punched Sang Qiqi regardless of the consequences.
Sang Qiqi: “…”
Why is Meng Zhengxiang so stubborn?
Confused, Sang Qiqi took a step back when the opponent's fist was about to hit her face, and blocked it with her right hand.
Bang!
The two men's fists collided with ghost energy, and the ghost energy swept out a wall of air.
Sang Qiqi stood still, her body barely swaying. The exaggerated smile on Meng Zhengxiang's face began to crumble as time passed. He felt the inside of his right arm begin to crack and crumble bit by bit. Then, this terrifying sense of disintegration spread from his palm and forearm all the way to his shoulder, and even his entire body.
With a snap, his arm hung down limply as if the bones had been removed.
Next comes the cervical vertebrae, spine, and knees.
In just these two seconds, he turned from a strong man with double doors into a pile of mud, collapsing on the ground.
Sang Qiqi retracted her hand, pinched her finger bones with her left hand, lowered her eyes, kicked him with her toes, and clicked her tongue twice: "In the entire underworld, there are not even two ghosts who dare to take a punch from me. I didn't expect you to be so brave and actually come up to me on your own initiative."
Sang Qiqi squatted down and poked his shoulder with her finger: "Hey, who was that Taoist priest just now?"
Meng Zhengxiang was still immersed in the horrific reality of being completely shattered by Sang Qiqi's punch. His head was buzzing with shock, and he didn't hear what she said at all. However, the hatred and anger he initially showed in his gaze towards Sang Qiqi had turned into fear and terror.
At this moment, he was completely unable to fight back. If Sang Qiqi wanted to, she could easily crush him to death like crushing an ant.
Realizing this, Meng Zhengxiang desperately tried to move his body to retreat, but Sang Qiqi picked him up from the ground like he was picking up garbage, and waved away the black mist that gradually dissipated as Meng Zhengxiang became weaker. She thought that interrogation should probably be left to professionals.
Just as they were about to head to the underworld, Meng Zhengxiang suddenly shouted, "Hands up! I still have a hand! Sang Qiqi, let me go! If you let me go, I'll hand Yan Jingrui's father over to you!"
Sang Qiqi suddenly stopped in her tracks.
She slowly raised her arm and brought Meng Zhengxiang, who had become no different from a slime, to her eyes. Interest flashed in her almond-shaped eyes as she asked word by word, "You mean, you possessed Old Master Yan, but didn't eat his soul?"
When Meng Zhengxiang saw Sang Qiqi's interest in Old Man Yan's soul, his eyes flashed with intense surprise. He wanted to nod frantically, but his neck was broken, so he could only hang down. He couldn't wait to respond, "Yes, yes, not only Yan Jingrui's father, but also Qi Hongkai's soul is here!"
Sang Qiqi raised her eyebrows. "What about the others? You possessed ordinary people, used their bodies to break into their homes and slit their throats, then threw them into the river. You did all that, didn't you? I've read the records of the underworld, and the ghost messengers certainly didn't capture their souls. So where did their ghosts go?"
"I ate them. I ate their souls."
"You ate the ghosts of other people, but specifically left those of Mr. Yan and Qi Hongkai?" Sang Qiqi repeated this fact.
"Because I want revenge on Yan Jingrui. I'm going to eat his father's soul and his childhood friend's soul right in front of him!"
In fact, there are more than these two people.
His original plan also included Yan Jingrui's wife.
But all this was ruined by Sang Qiqi!
The hatred in Meng Zhengxiang's heart was still burning like wildfire, and a cold light flashed in his drooping eyes, but he knew that at this moment, he could only show weakness and put all his cards in front of Sang Qiqi in order to have a chance of survival.
As long as he could leave, he could go back to find the Taoist priest, and by then, he would still be a whole and intact big ghost.
By then, not only Yan Jingrui, but even Sang Qiqi will die!
They are all going to die!
When Meng Zhengxiang was imagining the future, Sang Qiqi almost laughed out loud.
She originally thought that Mr. Yan and his group were gone, but it turned out that Meng Zhengxiang had kept them here specifically to take revenge on Yan Jingrui.
"Let me go! If you let me go, I'll tell you the whereabouts of Yan Jingrui's father and Qi Hongkai!" Seeing that Sang Qiqi hadn't said anything for a long time, Meng Zhengxiang seemed a little anxious. He kept urging her, "I promise I won't lie to you!"
"Promise? How much is your promise worth?" Sang Qiqi snorted and threw him back to the ground, letting his head rest against the object behind him. She looked him in the eye and waved her finger nonchalantly, "We're all ghosts, how could I not know what you're thinking? I let you go today, and then you go back to trouble me after you've practiced enough? Do I look stupid? No?"
Her eyes are bright and she looks very smart.
Why did Meng Zhengxiang think she would be fooled?
Clapping her hands, Sang Qiqi straightened her back and said with a smile, "Thank you for telling me the good news that Old Man Yan and the others are still alive. As a reward, I'll ask the executioner in the underworld to cut you with one less blow. How about that?"
Meng Zhengxiang: “…”
He obviously didn't expect Sang Qiqi to not believe him at all, so he could only grit his teeth and threaten: "Without me, you will never find them in your life!"
Sang Qiqi raised her eyebrows and smiled brightly: "You are right, so you will definitely not die before you find them."
In front of Meng Zhengxiang's wide eyes, she said word by word, "I'm only suffering, crying out to heaven and earth for help, but no one is helping me. I regret again and again why I didn't die completely five years ago—I, guarantee, guarantee."
-
Sang Qiqi carried Meng Zhengxiang and stepped into the gates of hell. She then took a shortcut to the first hall, threw Meng Zhengxiang in, and hurried away.
Lin Yanluo had known Meng Zhengxiang before, so he naturally knew what he looked like. Furthermore, the bullet hole on Meng Zhengxiang's forehead was far too conspicuous. But… seeing Meng Zhengxiang limp on the ground like a puddle of mud, Lin Yanluo's forehead twitched uncontrollably.
This girl didn't even know how to hold back when she attacked.
He was beaten like this before he was even interrogated or punished. There are so many small hells ahead. Can Meng Zhengxiang endure it?
He withdrew his gaze from Meng Zhengxiang and looked at Sang Qiqi's back. He said "eh" and asked quickly, "Why are you in such a hurry to leave instead of staying to attend the trial?"
"I agreed with Sister Heyi to return to the mental hospital by midnight and treat them to dinner. Time is almost up and I'm going to be late." Sang Qiqi waved at Lin Yanluo, "I'll leave the interrogation to you, Boss. When the time comes, just have Cui Mutou bring me the interrogation transcript and my share."
Lin Yanluo: “…”
Okay.
Kang'an Mental Hospital, inside the ward.
Tang Yingjun, Mingxin and Cheng Heyi were really bored. Considering that Meng Zhengxiang might be watching their social accounts, the three of them didn't go online. Instead, they got together, took out a stack of cards and started playing Landlord.
They don't play for money. The loser only needs to have the winner draw two lines on his face with a pen.
but……
Tang Yingjun had a dark face and stared at Cheng Heyi and Mingxin with his eyes as sharp as torches. He snorted coldly, "I'm definitely going to win this time. You two are definitely going to lose."
Mingxin tucked his whisk into his clothes behind him. Hearing this provocation, he just raised his eyelids and didn't care much: "You said the same harsh words last time, but you still lost miserably."
Tang Yingjun: “…”
He just doesn't believe it.
The cards were dealt one by one, and seeing that only a pair of royal flushes were left in his hand, Tang Yingjun's smile gradually spread. However, the next second, Mingxin threw out two joker cards.
Tang Yingjun: “……?!”
He looked at his cards, then at the Joker thrown on the ground, his face completely bewildered.
Sang Qiqi, who had been standing behind Tang Yingjun and watching silently for two minutes, finally couldn't help it. She raised her hand to remove the talisman paper stuck behind Tang Yingjun and slapped him in front. At the same time, the joker in Tang Yingjun's eyes became one against three.
At this point, Tang Yingjun still had something to understand. He stood up and pointed at Mingxin angrily, "You're cheating!"
Mingxin carefully collected the talisman paper and stuffed it into her bag. She pretended not to hear anything and turned her gaze towards Sang Qiqi, smiling and asking, "Boss Sang, is everything resolved?"
"It's solved." Sang Qiqi walked to Cheng Heyi's side and curled her eyes. "Thank you all for your cooperation. The evil ghost has been caught. Xiao Tang can now tell your fans that he's safe."
While waiting for Sang Qiqi's return, Tang Yingjun had pestered Cheng Heyi to explain what Sang Qiqi had been up to, and thus, he'd learned about Meng Zhengxiang. Now that he heard her say the matter was resolved, he let out a sharp sigh, "So, this Meng Zhengxiang won't do evil again, right?"
"Yes." Sang Qiqi picked up Cheng Heyi's bag and asked the three of them, "Shall we find a place to eat?"
"There's a famous Western restaurant in Hai City. Shall we go there?"
"become."
The Western restaurant was located in the heart of Hai City, atop a tall building. At night, the view was quite impressive. During dinner, Tang Yingjun pestered Sang Qiqi again to recount his battle with Meng Zhengxiang. Sang Qiqi was quite understanding, though her narrative skills weren't great. She kept repeating, "I crushed that loser with one punch."
Tang Yingjun was stunned and couldn't help asking, "Do you Taoists still have such a direct way of fighting? I see Taoist Master Mingxin swishing talismans and then making hand gestures. The scene is like a movie special effect, very beautiful."
Sang Qiqi picked up a chicken wing and put it in her mouth. She glanced at him and said vaguely, "Who told you I'm a Taoist priest? I don't use talismans in a fight. I usually twist the neck and hit the head. Although this method is a bit violent, it's more effective and worth promoting."
Tang Yingjun's attention fell on the first half of the sentence. He blinked and asked a little confusedly: "Aren't you a Taoist priest? Then what are you?"
Tang Yingjun still doesn’t know her identity?
Sang Qiqi was a little surprised. She put down the chicken wings, looked at Mingxin who was smiling, and then looked at Cheng Heyi who was holding his forehead with an expression that he couldn't bear to look at her. Suddenly, she understood.
She hooked her finger at Tang Yingjun, motioning him to come closer: "I'll tell you something in secret."
Tang Yingjun felt as if he was about to learn a shocking secret. His eyes lit up in an instant. He quickly lifted the leg of his chair and moved most of his body closer to Sang Qiqi. He rested his arms on the table, tilted his head slightly, and put one ear to Sang Qiqi's lips.
The next second, Sang Qiqi said in a weak and trembling voice: "I'm not a Taoist priest, I'm a ghost."
Bang.
Tang Yingjun's hand that was supporting the table slipped, and the chair staggered forward. His single leg was unable to stabilize his body, and with a thud, he fell to the ground.
Covering his sore butt, he pointed his trembling finger at Sang Qiqi.
"You asked me yourself." Sang Qiqi blinked innocently, comforting him with a rare attentiveness. "Don't be afraid. There are good ghosts and bad ghosts. Although I like to twist people's necks and hit them on the head, I am definitely a good ghost."
Tang Yingjun: “…”
Do you believe this yourself?!
He got up from the ground with a face full of grief and anger, and moved his chair towards Cheng Heyi, fearing that he would be eaten by this big ghost Sang Qiqi if he got close to her.
However, this fear of Sang Qiqi disappeared immediately after Tang Yingjun heard Cheng Heyi's story about the Wuyanzhuang Reservoir.
There was light in his eyes as he looked at Sang Qiqi.
She even asked excitedly, "Will I have connections in the underworld then? When I die, and no one burns down a villa or spends money on me, can I live in your house?"
A bit presumptuous.
But Sang Qiqi heard from Cheng Heyi that Tang Yingjun seemed to be an orphan.
Therefore, his statement that no one would burn down his villa or money when he died is an assumption close to the facts.
Sang Qiqi touched the tip of her nose and said frankly, "It might be a little inconvenient to live in my house, but don't worry, I'll cook whatever you want."
Tang Yingjun nodded happily, "That's fine too. I'll live next door to yours then. When Sister Cheng and Taoist Mingxin are dead, we can all get together in the townhouse every day to play mahjong and chat. It's bound to be fun!"
Mingxin: “…”
Cheng Heyi: “…”
It’s a good plan, but let’s not plan it yet, they still want to live a few more years.
-
During the meal, Tang Yingjun took a group photo of four people and posted it on Weibo and Lizi Live to report that he was fine. He told everyone that he was fine, but he accidentally slipped down the stairs while exploring the mental hospital last night. Not only did he fall, but he also dragged Mingxin down with him. Their phones also fell, so they didn't get a call from their friends.
To express their apologies, Tang Yingjun and Mingxin will go back to the mental hospital to continue their adventure. Although Sang Qiqi and Cheng Heyi are leaving, Sang Qiqi specifically instructed Tang Yingjun to hold a lottery during the live broadcast, and the lottery will be for her company's one-stop funeral products, and she will pay for the expenses.
So the four of them parted at the restaurant's door.
Sang Qiqi returned to Jingbei. The first thing she did when she arrived at the Jingbei airport was to drive her pickup truck to the Yan family.
Ever since realizing Qi Hongkai might be Meng Zhengxiang, Sister Yan's heart had been in a state of panic. She had luckily escaped a fatal blow, having been thrown into the yard by a massive tiger. She ignored the pain and hid behind a tree, her fingers trembling as she tried to call Yan Jingrui. But as soon as the call was connected, the small western-style building shook, and a clanging sound echoed from within.
The chaotic sounds and the strange black mist wafting from the window gaps presented a world that Sister Yan had never seen before.
Although she was extremely curious, fear was more important to her, so she didn't dare to look inside.
Until one moment, the entire small building suddenly fell silent.
It was as if all the sounds disappeared in an instant.
Mrs. Yan was stunned for a moment, and hesitated for a long time before quietly leaning forward. Then she saw Sang Qiqi walking out of the house carrying a strange thing. After seeing her, she greeted her and said, "Aunt, I've taken Meng Zhengxiang away. I'll come back this afternoon to tell you in detail," and then hurried away.
Only then did she realize that the thing Sang Qiqi was referring to was actually Meng Zhengxiang!
"I could vaguely make out a human figure, but his head was drooping. I couldn't see his face." Inside the small Western-style building, Mrs. Yan described what she had seen and heard to her husband. "But Miss Sang did say she took Meng Zhengxiang away."
Yan Jingrui pursed his lips and said nothing.
He trusted Sang Qiqi, and what Sang Qiqi said proved that Meng Zhengxiang had definitely been arrested.
but……
Just as he turned to look at the sofa, a figure hurried in from outside the door.
After hearing the news, Kong Xingyan dropped what he was doing and drove over. Arriving at the Yan residence, the first thing he saw was the numerous flowers and plants outside that had been beheaded. This scene made his heart tremble, but he didn't expect that the real show was inside the small western-style building.
Various pieces of furniture fell to the ground and cracks appeared on the walls, just like there had been a local earthquake.
Of course, the most eye-catching person was Qi Hongkai, who was leaning on the sofa, his life or death unknown.
Kong Xingyan: “…”
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