Chapter 72: Seventy-second day of quitting the circle. This is already your 18th turn...
Sang Qiqi was extremely grateful that she had been keeping an eye on Huo Wenbin on the way to the villa. Otherwise, with his bad luck, he would never have arrived at the villa area intact and would have been torn into pieces.
However... the bodies of this father and son, hollowed out by women, are too weak. Their level of misfortune is far higher than Huo Chengji's.
The frequency of bad luck is like the leeks that come one after another, without stopping.
She sighed twice, and out of the corner of her eye she saw the villa area security personnel quickly approaching this side after hearing the noise. Seeing them jump into the small pond and grab the struggling Huo Wenbin, Sang Qiqi patted her clothes and turned away calmly.
If the matter of the young Taoist priest had not been resolved, she would have stayed here to eat melon seeds and watch the show.
She felt a little regretful, but she took big steps.
Returning to the tree near the young Taoist's villa, she was surprised to find Duan Sui no longer perched on the trunk. Looking through the window, the young Taoist inside was nowhere to be found either. Sang Qiqi was bewildered. She circled around twice, still unable to find him. Just as she was about to reach for her phone to contact Duan Sui, the villa's door suddenly opened.
She looked over and saw Duan Sui still wearing the same abstinent white shirt that somehow looked incredibly alluring on him. The collar was straight, but the cuffs of the sleeves were rolled up, revealing his lean, fair arms. Further down, in his left hand, he held the missing young Taoist priest, and in his right, a... a bird?
Sang Qiqi's expression became even more stunned: "What's going on?"
Duan Sui looked at the two creatures knocked unconscious by his brick blow and briefly recounted what had happened after Sang Qiqi left: "After you went to find Huo Wenbin, the bird flew to the windowsill. Then the young Taoist priest called out 'Master' to the bird, and the bird opened its mouth and spoke human language."
Thinking that the two rabbits waiting for the rabbit had already gathered, Duan Sui had no idea when Sang Qiqi would come back, so he decided to go all out and hit the young Taoist priest on the head and then hit the bird on the head.
The young Taoist priest was hit by the backlash of the curse he had cast earlier. He was in so much pain that he couldn't even stand up and had no ability to fight back.
But the bird didn't do anything. It flapped its wings twice, its body stiff and straight, and then lay on the ground, as if it was silent.
"That's probably what happened." He raised his right hand, turned the bird's face towards Sang Qiqi, and said, "I extracted its soul. It's a human."
"Human?!" Sang Qiqi blinked, surprise evident on her face. "A human soul is crammed into such a tiny bird?"
Although this bird is several sizes larger than ordinary birds, it is still a very narrow container for humans.
Sang Qiqi imagined what it would be like if she were squeezed in the body of this bird... and she couldn't help but shudder.
You'll die if you hold it in.
"Yes." Duan Sui nodded and continued, "And when I pulled his soul out, he seemed to be under great shock. A layer of flames erupted around his soul, and within a few seconds, thick black smoke billowed out."
The smell was particularly pungent, and the soul in his palm was shrinking. Duan Sui was worried that when Sang Qiqi returned, she would see nothing but empty air, so he stuffed his soul back into the bird's body.
"I suspect he might have been cursed." Duan Sui guessed.
Does this involve casting a curse?
Sang Qiqi was increasingly curious about the identities of the man and bird before her, and said to Duan Sui, "Then take them back to the funeral service first. I'll ask Mingxin about the situation."
"Okay, I'll wait for you in the store."
After Duan Sui left, Sang Qiqi went to the hospital and took Mingxin away, who was still trying to do more business with Huo Chengji.
Ming Xin sighed, "Why is Mr. Huo not interested in what I'm saying about Feng Shui?"
Sang Qiqi: "Right now, he's only interested in getting rid of his father and his illegitimate brother. Once Huo Gan and Huo Wenbin are brought to justice, you can go find Huo Chengji. He'll definitely not mind spending some money to make things easier."
Mingxin was a little unsure, and asked with a frown, "Really?"
It sounds like it makes sense.
"Don't worry, didn't he introduce you to his good brother named Shen? He's also a domineering CEO, and his family runs a hotel, so they need a Taoist priest like you who understands Feng Shui."
I'm not sure whether Sang Qiqi was deliberately coaxing him because she needed him to do something, but it does sound reasonable.
"Alright, alright, I'll walk by myself. What's the difference between you carrying me and flying with me? Don't scare people later."
Shaking off Sang Qiqi's hand, Mingxin called a car and rushed to the funeral home.
Sang Qiqi arrived before him and entertained two guests. When Mingxin arrived, she was introducing the latest model of quicksand urns to the new guests. It was Duan Sui who received Mingxin.
Mingxin's pupils trembled when he suddenly saw this face.
Where did Sang Qiqi find this handsome guy?
I just made 100 million and the next moment I got a handsome guy as a clerk. Is there such a great thing in the world?
"Master Mingxin?" Duan Sui greeted the dazed Mingxin, smiling as he bent down to put down the tea he had prepared. "Qiqi bought some new tea. You can try it."
"Oh, okay, thank you." Mingxin took it.
A few minutes later, Sang Qiqi successfully sold the quicksand urn. She had Zhang Lin hang a 'Temporary Rest' sign on the glass door and pulled the still-stiff gray-white bird out from under the coffee table. "Duan Sui said he was cursed and ended up squeezed into a bird's body. See if that's the case."
Does this employee also know how to cast spells?
Mingxin muttered as he asked, "You, an employee, also understand these things?"
Sang Qiqi turned her head to look at Duan Sui, who raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I know a little bit. I used to know some Taoists who were very knowledgeable about spells."
"Is that so?" Ming Xin replied subconsciously, "Then I can communicate with them when I have the chance."
The smile on Duan Sui's face deepened: "Maybe not."
Mingxin: “?”
Duan Sui: "They are all dead."
Ming Xin was speechless for a moment, and Sang Qiqi came over to comfort him: "It's okay, it's okay. We can still communicate after you die, Taoist Ming Xin."
Sang Qiqi kept saying things like "I'll wait until you die," and Mingxin, initially speechless and unable to put it into words, had grown accustomed to it. So, at this moment, he opened his mouth, ready to say, "Yes, the same communication applies in the underworld," but before he could finish his words, he heard Duan Sui say with regret, "But I've crushed their souls, so they can't go to the underworld."
Mingxin: “…”
Sang Qiqi: “…”
After a few seconds of profound silence, Mingxin turned to ask Sang Qiqi where she'd found the God of Killing employee. However, Sang Qiqi, with sparkling eyes and a face full of curiosity, leaned in close to the God of Killing employee, impatiently asking, "Is it okay if they've crushed their souls? Don't they have to go to the underworld to be punished? If the Ten Kings of Hell find out, won't they lose points?"
She seemed to have a hundred thousand questions, and her eyes were full of interest.
Finally, he said, "Before, when I was new to the business and tried to catch the evil spirits that had played tricks on me, Lin Yanluo repeatedly warned me not to get carried away in a fight. If I accidentally killed someone, I wouldn't be able to return to the underworld."
Duan Sui glanced at the close distance between the two people.
She leaned in very close, her long black eyelashes fluttering like butterflies, and her bright eyes gleamed with interest, like a silent temptation.
Duan Sui remained calm and blinked gently, "Maybe it's because... the Ten Kings of Hell can't control me."
Sang Qiqi realized it belatedly and retracted her head, "That's right, the Ten Kings of Hell really can't control the Luofeng Mountain."
Those who commit insubordination will be kicked away by the Ghost Emperor of Luofeng Mountain.
Ultimately, it’s because you’re not sitting high enough.
Thinking of this, her expression was a little regretful, like a cat that didn't get to eat dried fish. She looked listless and listless.
It was completely different from the warmth and brightness just now.
Duan Sui wanted to raise his hand to pinch her unconsciously puffed up white cheeks, but faced with the possibility of being slapped away, he chose to remain calm. Pinching his itchy and burning fingertips, he offered her an idea: "Perhaps, next time you encounter an evil ghost like this that angers you, you can first make his soul scatter, and then when Lord Lin Yan calls for accountability, tell him my name."
Meeting Sang Qiqi's shocked gaze, he said, "Just say I killed him. For Luo Fengshan's sake, Lord Lin Yan won't make a fuss."
Sang Qiqi took a deep breath, her eyes filled with thought: So this is the Duan Sui you are.
But she had to admit that Duan Sui looked even more beautiful in her eyes after saying this.
Holding Duan Sui's hands, her warm and soft palms pressed against his thin knuckles, Sang Qiqi's beautiful almond-shaped eyes were filled with gratitude: "Then it's settled. From now on, I will definitely take the pot... Oh no, I will definitely tell you my name!"
Feeling the girl's excitement and excitement as she shook his hand back and forth, Duan Sui's smile became even gentler: "No problem."
Mingxin, who witnessed the whole process: "..."
Is it possible that the point of this matter is not whether there will be punishment for killing ghosts?
But perhaps this is the daily life of the employees of the underworld... Well, yes, this kind of conversation is normal for the employees of the underworld.
Mingxin convinced himself mentally, trying to focus his gaze and attention on the large gray-white bird in front of him. He couldn't tell anything just by looking at it, but Mingxin had brought a lot of talisman paper with him when he arrived, including a few that Taiwei Sanren had given him.
He first tried it with the talisman paper he had drawn, but the big bird was still a hard bird, without any change.
Knowing that he was not well-educated, Mingxin could only sigh and then took out a piece of talisman paper from his Qiankun bag. The corners of the paper were pressed so smooth that even the edges were flat. The pattern looked no different from the original one, but the color of the cinnabar seemed to be much darker.
Meeting Sang Qiqi's curious gaze, Mingxin reminded with a stern face, "This is what I took out of my master's pocket before I left the Taoist temple. You've come into contact with him, so you should know that his talisman skills are very powerful. Take the lightning talisman for example. My lightning talisman can only attract a single lightning bolt, but his can attract a large area. The same goes for this revealing talisman. The effect is significantly improved. It will definitely make the opponent's spells visible."
Sang Qiqi thought of the commotion caused by Taiwei Sanren when he lifted the magic circle at Wuyanzhuang Reservoir that day, and she fully agreed with Mingxin's statement.
But her nod didn't seem to get the answer Mingxin wanted. After thinking silently for a few seconds, she asked doubtfully, "So...?"
Ming Xin: "So, in order to help you, I took out all the talismans I had saved. No matter whether this works or not, you must remember to add merit to me."
Sang Qiqi: “…”
She seemed to suddenly understand Cui Mutou's frustration at her daily urging for extra points.
After Sang Qiqi's repeated assurances, Mingxin pinched the long-preserved talisman paper between his fingers and threw it towards the gray-white bird with force. At the same time, he quickly formed a seal with his fingers and swept the whisk. The drooping tail just touched the pattern on the talisman paper. A dazzling golden light spread out and he whispered, "Show!"
The golden light spread out in circles, gradually covering the body of the big bird.
The strange sizzling sound lasted for about twenty seconds before a humanoid spirit slowly emerged from the bird's body. The spirit's face looked young, perhaps around thirty. But with a beard, he looked like a typical charlatan. He wore a bright yellow robe similar to that of a young Taoist priest, but the robe's outlines of his limbs, chest, waist, and even neck were entwined with a strange, thick red chain.
Sang Qiqi raised her hand to touch the chains, trying to grab one of them and pull it hard, but as soon as she did so, a burning pain suddenly rose from her fingertips, and charred smoke came out.
She couldn't help but look down at her right hand.
This hand followed her, somewhat aggrieved.
First, she was burned twice by the fish-biting-tail jade pendant, and now she was scalded by the chain. Her white and tender fingers seemed to be covered with a layer of burnt debris, which looked a bit strange.
Fortunately, these burnt debris will be removed completely in a few days.
Sang Qiqi pulled her hand back and returned her gaze to the Taoist priest. These strange chains tightly bound the Taoist's soul, and the intense pressure and restraint caused him to frown even in his coma, unable to rest.
Mingxin followed suit and touched the chains, unsurprisingly feeling burned as well. But this was enough to confirm his conviction: "He's definitely under a curse, and these chains are a sign of it. Judging by the extent of his soul's restraint, the Taoist who cast the curse must be quite powerful, at least more powerful than me."
"Even more powerful than Taoist Master Mingxin?" Duan Sui, who had not spoken for a long time, seemed surprised.
Mingxin touched his nose awkwardly: "With my ability, I can only bully the younger generation in Liuyun Temple. Looking at the Taoist temples across the country, there are many who are around my age but more powerful than me."
It seemed that those guys had no desire to explore the world below the mountain, nor were they willing to spend time going out to gain experience and broaden their horizons. They only knew how to stay in the Taoist temple and study scriptures, fortune-telling, divination, and feng shui talismans.
Sang Qiqi had little interest in the powerful young Taoist priest. She was contemplating how to send the bird-like Taoist priest back to the underworld. The revealing talisman only confirmed the existence of a curse on the other party, but it did not break the curse. Only by breaking the curse and extracting the other party's soul from the bird's body could the other party's soul be prevented from being completely incinerated before reaching the underworld.
From what Mingxin said, it was clear he was struggling to remove the curse. Furthermore, Sang Qiqi felt it was a bit idle to waste her time and energy removing the curse from someone who was clearly a bad guy.
She seemed to have thought of something and turned to look at Duan Sui.
Duan Sui, who caught her gaze, was stunned for only a second before he realized he was in sync with her: "You want to interrogate him here and then send him straight to heaven after the interrogation?"
Sang Qiqi added thoughtfully, "Then when Lin Yanluo asks you about it, just say that you were filled with righteous indignation and felt sorry for all the poor people who were hurt by this bird path. With one blow, he died completely, without even a speck of ashes left."
After that, she held her face in her hands and asked cutely and hopefully, "What do you think?"
Duan Sui felt that he couldn't say no.
Nodding: "I think it's good."
After a pause, he added, "I also have some experience in interrogation, so I can help."
Sang Qiqi clapped her hands in satisfaction. "Alright then, let's close the shop, clean up the place, and then start interrogating him. Taoist Mingxin, shall I take you back first?"
Mingxin waved his hand: "No need to send me off, I can just wander back by myself."
After watching Mingxin leave, Sang Qiqi surveyed the interior of the funeral service center, feeling it was increasingly cramped. But it didn't matter. Once she received the 100 million yuan in hiring fees donated by Huo Chengji, she could open branches across the country.
Feeling happy, she didn't waste any time and turned around and lay on the sofa to look at the prices of shops in various places.
A few minutes later, a shadow fell in front of her.
Sang Qiqi didn't care at first, but the shadow lingered for a long time, so she couldn't help but raise her head and meet the man's downcast gaze.
A small question mark appeared in her head, and she said, "You are blocking my light."
Duan Sui took a seat beside her, stretching out his long legs. As Sang Qiqi stared at him with suspicion, he took out a tube of ointment and motioned for Sang Qiqi to hold out her hand. "I see your hand is injured."
Sang Qiqi was confused.
A tough girl never cares whether her hands get hurt or not.
I wouldn't even think about applying ointment.
In the gradually silent atmosphere, Duan Sui asked softly: "Doesn't your hand hurt?"
"Is it alright?" She put her iPad aside, lifted herself from the sofa, and sat cross-legged. She held out her right hand, the burn marks clearly visible on it. But Sang Qiqi had been fighting since she was a child, fighting from the living to the dead, and even after death, so she didn't really care about the pain. She remembered the most painful experience she'd ever had was when two little brats at the orphanage were waving brooms around. When they saw her, they deliberately poked her in the eye.
At that time she was young, her eyes were fragile, and her mind was immature, and she cried loudly in pain.
Compared to the pain I felt that time, the hand injury was nothing.
However, she did not reject Duan Sui's kindness. She stretched out her hand in front of him and glanced at him: "You are the first one who thought of applying medicine to me after I died."
"Isn't it normal to apply medicine when you're injured?"
He unscrewed the cap, and the milky white ointment spread from his fingertips. The soft texture quickly covered her fingertips, feeling cool and comfortable. Duan Sui's fingers swirled around and gently kneaded them, trying to make the wound absorb the medicine faster.
Sang Qiqi sat obediently without saying a word.
Quite enjoyable.
Five minutes later, she couldn't sit still anymore. She moved her butt, slid closer to Duan Sui, and whispered, "Are you still not done? This is your 182nd turn."
Duan Sui: “…”
He withdrew his hand, coughed lightly, and stood up: "Okay."
Sang Qiqi then withdrew her hand and raised it in front of her eyes. She watched as the ointment on her fingers was completely absorbed, but a hint of fragrance remained. She sniffed it hard and asked Duan Sui curiously, "Did you buy this ointment from the pharmacy in the underworld? Or was it burned?"
"I bought it from the Underworld Pharmacy."
"Ah, the medicine in this pharmacy is so expensive." Sang Qiqi frowned, "The last time I went there to buy bandages, it cost me half a month's salary."
Duan Sui raised his eyebrows.
He had heard about this matter. He had heard Lin Bo and several other Yan Luos, who had a good relationship with him, discussing whether their employees were reliable or not, and Sang Qiqi was on the list.
She accepted the mission from the First Hall to catch a ghost, but the ghost, restless even in the underworld, cut off his own arms in an attempt to escape. When he failed, he held a knife made of ghost energy to his own neck, forcing Sang Qiqi to release him. Of course, Sang Qiqi disagreed. Not only did she disagree, she even went to Meng Po's place and got a cup of Meng Po soup. While eating sunflower seeds, she said to the ghost, "Kill it yourself."
Sang Qiqi had assumed the ghost's hand, gripping the knife, was shaking like Parkinson's, and he wouldn't dare commit suicide. But then, goaded by the idiot Yu Peng, the idiot ghost actually slashed at his own neck. If Sang Qiqi hadn't reacted quickly, kicking Yu Peng away while simultaneously leaping forward to stifle the ghost's surging aura, the ghost would have likely been completely annihilated.
Well, in order to cover its wound and prevent the evil spirit from being completely released, Sang Qiqi almost emptied out all the bandages in the pharmacy.
"The prices are quite normal now, and many high-priced stores have been ordered to rectify their prices." Duan Sui reminded with a smile.
Is there such a good thing?
Sang Qiqi looked a little surprised, thinking that it was probably the big boss who spoke.
Otherwise, given the nature of some people in the underworld, they would like some shops to charge higher fees so that they can make profits from it.
He was so greedy that Sang Qiqi couldn't even bear to look at it.
Time passed quickly and it was evening. When Sang Qiqi raised her finger again, she found that the hard charred skin on her fingertips had become unusually soft. She itched to pick it up, and a corner of the charred skin lifted up. When her hand itched even more and wanted to tear it off, a hand fell from the sky and slapped her with a force that was neither light nor heavy.
Sang Qiqi looked up and saw Duan Sui looking at her with raised eyebrows.
Sang Qiqi blinked: "...I think I'm almost well."
Duan Sui seemed to be unable to see that she was acting like a spoiled child, and his heart was very cold and hard: "No."
Why.
Sang Qiqi sighed and decided to give Duan Sui some face. After all, he had paid for the ointment, and she couldn't just waste his kindness.
Looking out the window, she said to Duan Sui, "How boring."
Before Duan Sui could respond, Sang Qiqi fished out the large gray-white bird from under the coffee table again and suggested, "Let's close the shop now and... interrogate this bird-loving friend."
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