Chapter 79: Seventy-ninth day after quitting the circle, I killed Sang Qiqi? Who? Me...
No evil spirits?
Are the explosion and cracking of the crematorium and urn just quality issues?
Sang Qiqi was slightly stunned by Mingxin's slightly annoyed tone, saying that they had made a wasted trip. She bit the lollipop in her mouth, making a crunching sound. She asked suspiciously, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, that's what the disciple from Huanlongtai said." Mingxin glanced at the oncoming bus. He clamped his phone between his ear and shoulder, reached into his backpack for coins, and said vaguely, "I won't tell you now. I'll see your pig when I get back."
Sang Qiqi kindly reminded: "My pig is still trending. If you have nothing to do, you can first observe my excellent talisman skills from the photos, but please save the compliments for me."
Mingxin: “…”
He finally realized that if Sang Qiqi had a tail, it would be raised to the sky.
But she, a ghost, actually has the talent to draw talismans...it's really amazing.
Mingxin sat down in the window seat and opened Weibo. Sure enough, he saw that the topic #桑柒柒野猪# was still in the middle of the hot search list. He clicked on it and couldn't help but take a breath when he saw the fat and strong black wild boar.
Damn it, the first time he used the transformation talisman, he just turned his master's foot basin into the tabby cat that his master kept!
He even encouraged his senior brother to kiss and caress the tabby cat. As a result, just as his senior brother was hugging and petting the cat, the transformation talisman failed, and his senior brother dove headfirst into his master's foot basin. Then, like a piglet being held down during Chinese New Year, he was grabbed and beaten by his senior brother for a long time.
My butt is so swollen that I can't even sit down.
It's a story of blood and tears.
On the other hand, Sang Qiqi's one-stop funeral service business has seen explosive sales, and her two-day tour is also trending. She is so happy.
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Not long after Sang Qiqi hung up the phone, she received an emoji from Mingxin filled with envy and jealousy. She knew instantly that he must have gone to Weibo to see her transformed into a wild boar. Humming with satisfaction, she opened the Luming Society post about the village crematorium's crematorium explosion and read through the thousands of replies without missing a single word. She cupped her soft cheek, a strange expression on her face.
"What are you thinking about?" Duan Sui walked over to her, carrying a piece of fried chicken. He dragged a high chair over to the side and sat down, revealing his long legs clad in black pants. Unwrapping the package, the fried chicken, coated in batter and honey amber sauce, exuded an alluring aroma. However, neither the food nor the beauty seemed to pique Sang Qiqi's interest.
She still had a slightly furrowed brow. After hearing the question, she placed her phone on the table and said bluntly, "Regarding the crematorium explosion in Yuantie Province, Mingxin and the Taoist priests from Huanlongtai went to the scene and both said it was an accident caused by quality issues."
"But you don't think it's a surprise." Duan Sui spoke slowly, expressing Sang Qiqi's thoughts.
Sang Qiqi held her face in her hands and nodded, "How could such a coincidence happen? It's a funeral home, and not only did the crematorium explode, but the urn also exploded and cracked. It's just weird no matter how you think about it."
After all, Sang Qiqi has worked like a slave for the underworld for twenty years, so she has quite rich experience in investigating and arresting evil spirits.
No matter how you look at it, this seems like some little devil's vicious form of revenge.
"What do you think? Based on your many years of experience as an employee of Luofengshan, is this an accident?" Sang Qiqi asked Duan Sui.
"Not likely." Duan Sui said succinctly, "I share the same idea as you. However, if I want to know the specific situation, I have to wait for Taoist Mingxin to return, or go to Yuantie Province in person."
Duan Sui thought for a moment and added, "But based on our speculation, there seems to be something illogical."
Sang Qiqi understood immediately: "You think, if what I said is true, this is really a trick of the little ghost, and Mingxin can't have failed to find it?"
Duan Sui nodded.
So there are only two possible directions left for this matter.
Or, their guess was wrong, and there really was nothing in that village in Yuantie Province.
Or, there is a bigger secret hidden in the village, and this secret has successfully deceived Mingxin and the disciples of Huanlongtai.
"Then we can only wait for Mingxin to come back. But then again—" Sang Qiqi suddenly stared into his eyes, narrowed her eyes and asked, "How are you doing with learning to fly like a bird?"
Duan Sui: “…”
He looked away, tapped the edge of the fried chicken with his fingertips, and asked, "Don't you want to eat it? It's cold."
Sang Qiqi: "Don't change the subject. Yesterday you confidently told me you could cosplay Bai Yuan without any problem, yet today you're carrying the body of a grey stork and launching yourself into the air at a 90-degree angle without even flapping your wings. If you didn't know better, you'd think you were flying a plane."
Duan Sui: “…”
He sighed softly, resigned himself to his fate and stood up: "I'll go learn it again."
"Wait." The words came out of Sang Qiqi's mouth. Duan Sui paused and turned around immediately. When he saw that Sang Qiqi just pushed the fried chicken in front of him, indicating that he should eat some before leaving, he suddenly felt that he didn't have much appetite either. He shook his head and said, "You eat it."
Zhang Lin waited for Duan Sui to leave, then put down what he was doing and squeezed in next to Sang Qiqi: "If he doesn't eat, I will."
Then he bit his chicken wing again and whispered, "He's as obedient as a cat in front of you."
Even if I do something I am unwilling to do, I won't say a word or hesitate for a second.
Sang Qiqi was also biting into a chicken wing. The amber sauce was sweet and she liked it very much. She didn't expect Duan Sui to be so good at choosing. She praised him in her heart and raised her eyebrows at Zhang Lin and asked, "What about in front of you?"
Zhang Lin replied with a stern face: "Evil ghost."
The kind of evil ghost that could bite off the little ghost's neck with one bite and swallow him in one gulp.
Sang Qiqi: “…”
She stared at Zhang Lin thoughtfully, wondering if the kid had some misunderstanding about Duan Sui.
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evening.
The sky over northern Beijing was suddenly enveloped by massive dark clouds. Rain poured down like a waterfall, and a puddle quickly formed at the entrance of the funeral dragon. Sang Qiqi, feeling sorry for her wild boar, quickly led the mascot inside.
Forehead.
Although Zhang Lin didn't know why he had to feel sorry for the wild boar which was essentially a coffee table, it wouldn't catch a cold from the rain.
But he has always respected Sang Qiqi's behavior.
After a while, Duan Sui also came out of the storage room.
Meeting Sang Qiqi's immediate gaze, he explained, "It's raining. If we fly again, our wings will get wet, and it will be difficult to care for our feathers."
Sang Qiqi's expression drooped upon hearing this. She touched her face again and muttered, "Am I that unkind? I just wanted to ask if you got wet."
Duan Sui: “…”
Speechless and annoyed for a moment, Duan Sui looked at Sang Qiqi's puffed-up face and apologized obediently: "I was distracted. I didn't get wet. I got back in time. And I have some news to tell you."
"News? What news?" Sang Qiqi's attention was instantly diverted. She looked at him curiously, and then heard Duan Sui say, "The people guarding Bai Tong's villa reported that they saw someone enter the villa this afternoon and took photos. Do you want to see it?"
"certainly."
Sang Qiqi, her unapproachable demeanor gone, considerately pulled a stool closer to her, motioning for Duan Sui to sit down. Half-lying on the table, she leaned in close to Duan Sui's hand. Her soft breath rested on his fingers, causing his grip on the phone to tighten slightly. He lowered his narrow eyes, glancing at the distance between him and Sang Qiqi. It was only a finger's width, yet it still felt like an insurmountable chasm. Silently, he leaned closer to the girl. He enlarged the photo, letting both faces fill the screen.
Two young-looking men were heading to Bai Tong's villa. One was dressed smartly in a suit, his hair neatly combed, and an expensive jeweled brooch dangling from his chest... He didn't look like a domineering CEO, but he seemed to be trying to be one. The other was dressed casually, in a simple T-shirt and trousers, but Sang Qiqi spotted the logo on the white T-shirt.
It looks simple, but it’s actually five figures.
Sang Qiqi propped her chin on her hand, two slender white fingers sliding across the screen, constantly adjusting the angle of the person in the photo, then zooming in and out. Seeing her expression change from initial contemplation to understanding, Duan Qiqi smiled and asked, "Any ideas?"
"Yeah." Sang Qiqi nodded. "At first glance, the man in the suit looks a bit like the connections Bai Yuan mentioned, but there's something off about him. He doesn't look like the elite overlords like Huo Chengji and Shen Wanglan. He looks more like a nouveau riche in disguise. As for the man in the white T-shirt... he looks a bit like a Taoist priest. He has a string of miniature Three Purities Bells hanging around his neck, and a flag tied to the red rope on his wrist. It should be a magical instrument."
“There’s also a video.”
"Let me see it."
The video was very short, just a few tens of seconds long. It showed the man in the suit and the man in the white T-shirt standing at the door and talking in a low voice. I couldn't hear what they were saying clearly, but I could see that they seemed to have mentioned something. The man in the white T-shirt curled his lips in disgust, and pulled off the little doll hanging above his head. He took a look at it in his palm and threw it into the grass. The man in the suit saw his movements, moved his mouth, said a few words, and then reached out to press the doorbell. But the doorbell rang for a few seconds, and there was no response from inside the house. The man in the suit pursed his lips, raised his hand and pressed the password again. Immediately, the door opened.
The video also stopped abruptly at this moment.
"That's not right." Sang Qiqi frowned. "Of these two people, the man in the suit is in the dominant position. It's obvious that he was the one who brought the man in the white T-shirt to the villa... Well, the man seemed quite reluctant. Judging from the way he pulled down the doll hanging in Bai Tong's villa and the disgusted expression on his face, he doesn't seem to like these things very much."
But this is inconsistent.
He also has related magical instruments hanging around his neck and hands.
"So, maybe it's not these dolls he dislikes, but their owners." Sang Qiqi looked at Duan Sui, unable to contain her curiosity. "Just looking at the clarity of these photos and videos, it's hard not to suspect that the guy who took the photos was filming them right in their faces, but why is there no sound?"
Duan Sui was silent for a moment, as if he found it difficult to speak, but he still chose to satisfy Sang Qiqi's curiosity: "I asked, and he said it was his first time doing this kind of candid photography, and he was so excited that he forgot to turn on the volume button."
Sang Qiqi: "...It's my first time."
Duan Sui hummed and added, "I originally thought that he has a quick temper, so having him do the waiting job would be a good way to temper his temper."
Duan Sui's words piqued Sang Qiqi's interest, and she asked curiously, "What did he do before?"
Duan Sui: “…”
Sang Qiqi: "Can't you tell me?"
"Yes." Duan Sui rubbed his brow and smiled. "He's the self-proclaimed number one executioner under the Ghost Emperor of Luofeng Mountain, but he's almost there. The number of people and ghosts he's killed must be in the five digits at least."
Sang Qiqi: “…”
It turns out that the word "executioner" is not an exaggeration.
Her expression became a little complicated, and she mumbled, "Then asking him to wait for Master Bai Yuan and his apprentice is really a bit unfair to him."
"Don't feel wronged, give me my salary."
Indeed, how can you feel wronged when you work for money?
Sang Qiqi convinced herself and then shifted her focus from the Ghost Emperor of Luofeng Mountain's chief executioner back to the man in the white T-shirt. She said to Duan Sui, "I have a guess, but it's just a guess. Is it possible that this man in the suit is the mouthpiece or introducer of the Nine Nether God Society figure that Bai Yuan mentioned? As for this man in the white T-shirt, is he a member of the Nine Nether God Society who was brought by this introducer to try to locate Bai Yuan?"
"It's very possible, but if that's the case, we can't keep hiding it like this."
"Then wait until the rain stops, and then we'll go to the villa together to see what's going on."
The rain in northern Beijing arrived suddenly and departed just as quickly. In less than half an hour, the downpour had vanished along with the dark clouds overhead. Water droplets still dripped from the window sills, soaking the greenery and the ground when the sunset arrived.
Sang Qiqi's ghost huddled in the unfamiliar body. After a brief movement, it patted the shoulder of the gray ibis on the wild boar's back and said, "I'll give you a ride."
"Then I won't be polite."
The grey stork gracefully raised its wings, flew to Sang Qiqi's side, and landed gracefully. Its flexible and natural movements immediately drew Sang Qiqi's praise: "You are worthy of being an excellent employee of our one-stop funeral service. You have a talent for everything you do."
Duan Sui: “…”
That's not what you said at first.
They arrived smoothly at the villa where Master Bai Yuan and his apprentice were staying. When they reached the door, Sang Qiqi's eyes suddenly glanced at the tree trunk where she and Duan Sui had been before. She stayed there for less than a second, then turned her head back naturally, entered the password, and entered the house.
An executioner sitting on a tree trunk: "......?"
Did they discover him?
Wei Ying scratched his head, took out his cell phone, and sent a message to the second executioner under the Ghost King Luofengshan: I finally understand why the boss gave up his job as the Lord of Fengdu and the Ghost King Luofengshan, and ran to the world of the living to sell paper figurines in a funeral service company?
The second executioner who received the message lay lazily on the lounge chair in the Shen family villa and replied: Why?
Wei Ying: That girl is quite capable. She saw through me hiding in the tree at a glance. The boss probably wanted to recruit her into his gang and train her as the third executioner under the Ghost Emperor of Luofeng Mountain.
Second Executioner: ...
Wei Ying: Stop lying there. You lie there all day long, no matter where you go. If you keep lying there, someone will step over your head to get promoted!
The second executioner: Don’t worry about whether I lie down or not. I have prepared a lot of walnuts in Luofeng Mountain. You can eat some. Don’t waste my kindness.
Wei Ying: What's so delicious about that? I don't like it.
Second Executioner: It’s because you don’t eat that your brain is not working properly :)
Grass.
He also scolded him for being stupid.
Wei Ying hung up his phone, turned his gaze towards the direction of the Shen family in northern Beijing, jumped under a tree, and was about to go to the door to fight while cursing, when he suddenly shuddered all over, as if he realized something. He turned his head abruptly and saw a grey stork standing on the window with its legs propped up, its head tilted, and its black bean-like eyes glanced at him lightly.
Wei Ying: “…”
His body stiffened slightly as he silently climbed back up the tree and huddled in a corner like a quail to continue his surveillance work.
A gust of wind blew by, and the window next to the tree suddenly creaked twice and slowly closed.
Inside the villa.
Sang Qiqi, who had come here with Huo Wenbin once before, had already explored the villa thoroughly. She had been there twice since then, and it was no exaggeration to say that she even knew where Bai Tong had hidden his gold bars. As soon as she entered the villa, she noticed something unusual in front of the sofa: a golden compass sat on the coffee table, which should have been clean and tidy.
Sang Qiqi and Duan Sui looked into each other's eyes. The latter raised his wings and jumped lightly, stepping in front of the compass.
The next second, a rotten smell suddenly emanated from Luo Pan's body, and then the golden outer coat was peeled off bit by bit, revealing its original appearance.
It turned out to be a surveillance camera.
The green light on the surveillance camera flashed twice, and a voice came from inside without warning: "I really thought you were dead. But... Bai Tong?"
Sang Qiqi thought to herself that this member of the Nine Netherworld Divine Society was quite cunning, having actually placed a surveillance camera equipped with a transmutation talisman to constantly monitor anyone entering or leaving the villa. She burrowed into this stranger's skin, pursed her lips, and asked, "What's going on?"
A familiar voice reached my ears. The young man in the surveillance video, whose name and appearance were unknown, spoke again, but his words were obviously tinged with mockery: "Nothing, I just wanted to mock you. You're so pitiful that you even changed your body. But this body looks much better than your original one."
Sang Qiqi: “…”
She and Duan Sui had originally thought of using the spirit-changing talisman to explain Bai Tong's body change, but they didn't expect this guy to be so smart and said it first.
She sneered and didn't respond.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, there was a rustling sound from the other end of the surveillance camera, and then a different voice spoke, asking, "What's going on over there?"
Sang Qiqi suspected that these two men were the ones in the photo sent by Duan Sui, the executioner he'd been talking about. The man in the white T-shirt had initially spoken with sarcasm, and now the man in the suit had taken his place. Without batting an eyelid, she recounted Huo Chengji's good fortune and the foolishness of Huo Gan and his son. "Huo Chengji's assistant accidentally found that woman named Sang Qiqi. She teamed up with a Taoist priest and saw through the curse I'd cast on Huo Chengji. As a result, Huo Wenbin, without my knowledge, had me cast another curse on Huo Chengji. The curse backfired, severely injuring me. If Master hadn't arrived quickly, I'd be dead."
"Although my master and I left our original bodies in an apartment in Xifeng District, we couldn't guarantee that Sang Qiqi and the others wouldn't realize something was wrong. After all, that idiot Huo Wenbin had been here before, so we hid outside for a few days to recuperate. It wasn't until today that we noticed you guys coming to the villa."
"Did the woman named Sang Qiqi appear during this period?"
"No, but the police have already released a report saying a decomposing body was found in Xifeng District." Sang Qiqi made up a story so convincing she almost believed it. "I checked before coming here, and there were no stalkers around. Otherwise, Master and I wouldn't be here."
"We checked when we came here, and we didn't see any stalkers." The man, who had been a little nervous as Sang Qiqi recounted the story, relaxed. He said, "As long as you're all okay, I'm glad. If things don't go well, you can always use a new transformation symbol, but we have to speed up."
Speed up?
What speed?
Sang Qiqi was confused, but her expression didn't show any guilt at all, and she just nodded.
The other party seemed a little distressed and said a lot: "Fortunately, Huo Gan was slow to act and didn't get the approval for the temple's land. Otherwise, Sang Qiqi and the others would have found this temple by following Huo Gan's lead. Now that Huo Gan is gone, you must find someone else to do this immediately. The Yuantie Province is moving very fast, and the deity the members are worshipping is almost complete, while we haven't even finished building the temple here... Some people are already mocking you for this matter, and you are very angry."
Sang Qiqi: “…”
And so on and so forth.
There was too much information, so she needed to slow down.
Yuantie Province, gods, taking shape.
As these words flashed through her mind, she immediately thought of the explosion of the crematorium at the Beiqing Village Funeral Home.
She tilted her head to look at the grey ibis sitting on the back of the sofa.
Duan Sui perfectly replicated Bai Yuan's various little movements, folded his wings behind his back, and spoke in a calm voice: "Yuantie Province is not like Beijing North. It's remote and mountainous over there. There are not many people watching over it, so the implementation is not as difficult as in Beijing North."
"That's true, but adults don't like to argue with them. Anyway, you should speed up. If the Huo family doesn't work, find someone else. I think the Shen family is quite good. They have donated and built Hope Primary Schools and temples many times. Maybe using them won't attract attention."
"The Shen family can't do it." Duan Sui said.
"Hmm? Why?"
"Chen Wanglan has a very good relationship with Huo Chengji." This simple sentence completely destroyed the other party's hopes. The man was silent for a while after hearing this, and then he said, "That would be troublesome. Anyway, you can just look for wealthy people like the Shen family who are willing to be kind people. If you really can't find anyone... then see if you can kill Sang Qiqi. Without Sang Qiqi's help, the Shen family shouldn't be a problem."
Sang Qiqi: "...Kill Sang Qiqi? Who? Me?"
The other party was silent for a moment, seemingly recalling how Bai Tong had been tortured by Sang Qiqi and a certain Taoist priest, and had been forced to use the spirit exchange talisman in a desperate situation. Before he could even speak, the man in the white T-shirt, who hadn't interrupted him for a long time, sneered, "If you can't do it, let me do it. You can't even kill a woman, and you still have the nerve to talk like that."
Sang Qiqi resisted the urge to roll her eyes and sneered, "Then you'll go then."
"Oh, that's enough, stop arguing." The man in the suit persuaded him repeatedly, "Just follow the plan. Also, you guys should stop living in this villa now and move to another house."
"Got it." Sang Qiqi raised her hand to turn off the surveillance camera. The moment the green light went out, she looked at Duan Sui again. Duan Sui said, "It seems that something is wrong with Yuantie Province. You may need to call Mingxin and ask him to come over as soon as possible."
Half an hour later.
Sang Qiqi's funeral is a one-stop service.
Mingxin got out of the Didi car with a lot of bags. When he saw the fat wild boar at the door, he sighed twice and couldn't help but touch it.
Although I've never touched a wild boar before, the touch... well, it feels very real.
He put the bag on his shoulder and walked in while saying, "Boss Sang, is it true that your pig-transforming talisman has never lost its effect so far?"
"The compliment you've been waiting for all this time is just a pig-transforming charm?" Sang Qiqi raised her head from behind the cashier counter and cast her gaze at Mingxin, suddenly raising her eyebrows. However, Mingxin didn't notice at all. He took off his backpack and kept taking things out. "You can't expect a lemon spirit to say anything good, but I brought you some souvenirs—"
Before he could finish his words, a finger pressed against his temple.
Duan Sui met Mingxin's bewildered gaze, his expression unchanged. A few seconds later, a dark mark appeared on the skin where his fingers had pressed. Duan Sui's fingers applied a little pressure, and Mingxin hissed in pain. The next second, the black mark seemed to have a sense of its own, and it gradually emerged from Mingxin's solar plexus, following Duan Sui's fingers, and wrapped around Duan Sui's palm.
Pop.
The black ghost energy was crushed by him.
Duan Sui raised his eyebrows, not smiling, "A gift?"
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