Chapter 89: The 89th Day of Retirement I suspect this is the Yuantie Province branch...
The infinitely amplified screams resounded and shook the entire exhibition hall. The ceiling blocked the leaking sound and squeezed it back again. Everyone's eardrums were buzzing and their heads were dizzy.
Yang Jing's fingers rested on the outside of the Qiankun bag, their tips millimeters away from the talisman paper. But the headlight fell so fast, it took only a blink of an eye, leaving him no time to react! At that moment, Ning Changsheng's screams were drowned out by the crash of the headlight. Yang Jing's face changed drastically, and finally came to his senses. He took two steps and leaped onto the stage in three or two steps. His fingers were shaking as he tried to move the chandelier.
"Mr. Ning? Mr. Ning?!"
After calling out several times but hearing no response from Ning Changsheng, Yang Jing's face darkened. But thinking back, Ning Changsheng had a lot of life-saving items on him, so a single blow would only look scary; he probably wasn't seriously injured.
While he was thinking, the real security guards and reporters in the audience finally reacted and came forward to help move the chandelier, then called the police and an ambulance.
[Fuck!!!]
All his attention was focused on saving people. The live broadcast room, which no one paid attention to, exploded instantly like cold water poured into a frying pan after a classic Chinese curse came out.
[Oh my god! What the hell is going on here?!]
[Is this a horror film being staged in broad daylight? The video is censored, the wind is blowing through the window, and the chandelier is falling on people. Help, Ning Changsheng, what the hell have you done?!]
[Such a large chandelier fell down... Is Ning Changsheng still alive?]
[My friend was a victim taken away by Dai Jianhua. The real situation is not what Ning Changsheng showed in the video. The surveillance video is fake. He fabricated the video, maliciously tampered with the truth, and misled public opinion. Ning Changsheng deserves retribution. /Smile]
[What do you mean? Another reversal?!]
I've been to so many press conferences, but I've never seen a chandelier knock someone unconscious... well, maybe even kill them.
[It's obvious that even God couldn't stand Ning Changsheng's nonsense, so he taught him a lesson.]
The livestream chatter was raging. Seeing the public opinion, which had finally been directed towards the girl, shift back to Ningchuan Real Estate and Ning Changsheng after the incident, the person in charge of directing and controlling the livestream comments paled and quickly called the staff at the venue. The employee who answered the call immediately put down the mosaiced surveillance video and rushed to turn off the livestream.
As a result, there were too many people gathered in front of the stage, and he didn't know who took a step back when he passed by him. He tripped and fell with a cry, and the live broadcast equipment that was hit by his arm could not withstand the force and could not maintain balance, and fell to the ground with a bang.
[Ouch, I fell down]
[Gah, that idiot hit me on the back of the head]
[My first visual experience of falling down, thanks to the staff of Ningchuan Real Estate/smile]
[The entire northwest of Shanxi is in chaos!]
[Don’t worry about me, go help your chairman first/doge]
The employee in charge of monitoring the video finally struggled to get up from the ground, reached out and pressed the switch, and the crazy barrage of comments suddenly stopped at a certain second.
Without time to pay more attention, the employee immediately turned back to help move the scattered chandeliers.
The chandelier weighing dozens of kilograms was not difficult to move with everyone's concerted efforts. However, as soon as the chandelier was moved, the broken glass began to fall onto Ning Changsheng, who seemed to have been dead for a while.
The employees had the illusion that Ning Changsheng would be pricked like a hedgehog.
"Blood! So much blood!" A scream suddenly rang in their ears. Everyone, including Yang Jing, turned their eyes to Ning Changsheng's left shoulder. Blood flowed out from below, quickly soaking Ning Changsheng's clothes and the soles of several people's shoes.
Yang Jing's pupils trembled violently. He raised his hand to touch Ning Changsheng's neck and felt his pulse still beating. He seemed to come back to life and shouted, "Where's the doctor? Why hasn't the doctor come yet?!"
"I just called, but the nearest hospital is more than ten kilometers away from the convention center. I'm afraid the ambulance won't come that quickly."
"Is there anyone at the scene who knows first aid?"
"I, I understand a little bit! All of you should move aside and stop blocking people."
The chaos and noise lasted for over twenty minutes before the sound of sirens finally rang out from outside. Doctors and nurses hurried over, carrying a stretcher. When they came into contact with Ning Changsheng, someone asked, "Isn't it only ten kilometers? Why are they taking so long? If there weren't people on the scene who knew first aid, Mr. Ning would have bled out!"
The doctor could hear the complaints and dissatisfaction in the other party's words, and his face turned unhappy: "We tried our best, but we encountered two car accidents on the way here, and the road was blocked. If it weren't for the traffic police's help, we wouldn't have been able to get through in half an hour."
After saying that, he called on his companions to carry the person to the ambulance.
Ning Changsheng made it to the car without incident, but the press conference was a complete mess. The frightened reporters looked at each other. While they regretted that the surveillance video hadn't been played in its entirety, the news of Ning Changsheng being nearly killed by a chandelier wasn't bad at all. They immediately packed up and headed back to their offices to write their stories.
After a while, only people from Ningchuan Real Estate were left in the entire venue.
Yang Jing sent someone to follow Ning Changsheng, while he stayed in the convention and exhibition center. His eyes swept coldly over every corner of the scene, but he did not notice that someone was hiding there waiting for an opportunity to strike, as if the explosion of all the windows and the falling of the chandelier were just a simple accident.
But he knew there was absolutely no such coincidence, and someone must be behind it.
Soon, all the members of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society who were scattered all over the place also came. Yang Jing counted the servants and his face changed slightly: "Where are He Liu and Lu Tan?"
The members looked at each other, and everyone's face was filled with confusion.
"I just chatted with them ten minutes ago..." The Taoist priest who spoke looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a very young face. He scratched his head and said, "I'll give them a call and ask."
The phone was connected, and the beeping sound quickly dissipated. There was no busy tone, only silence. The young Taoist priest had a strange expression for a moment, and raised his eyes to look at his companions. At this moment, Yang Jing stepped forward and asked in a deep voice, "Lutan? Where are you two?"
Finally, there was a rustling sound, but it wasn't Lu Tan's familiar, hoarse voice that followed. Instead, it was an unfamiliar male voice. He hummed softly, then casually stretched out his voice, "Probably... on your head."
What?
Yang Jing didn't react, but suddenly a sound of breaking air rang in his ears.
He turned his head suddenly and saw two figures in the broken glass window frame, one in front and one behind, like pieces of garbage, which were easily thrown in and began to free fall over their heads.
The Taoists' expressions changed and they quickly retreated to the side. The two figures closest to the window flashed and ran out of the exhibition center, chasing in the direction.
Yang Jing and the others lowered their eyes to look at He Liu and Lu Tan, who had fallen in front of them and were obviously dead.
Their eyes were wide open. Even in their deathly state, one could guess they must have encountered something horrific and terrifying before their death. Yang Jing leaned over to examine their bodies, but couldn't find even a tiny wound or scratch. His brows knitted together, his expression heavy. He then pulled two talismans from his Qiankun bag, used to summon spirits.
As the name suggests, the Soul-Guiding Talisman can draw the soul of a living person out of his body under specific circumstances. However, these so-called specific circumstances are actually quite strict, either when the living person is in a panic, or when the other person is asleep or dead.
The soul-calling talisman gradually burned into ashes in Yang Jing's hand. The wind outside blew into the house through the glassless window frame, picking up dust and scattering all the ashes cleanly, but the souls of He Liu and Lu Tan were still unable to come out of their bodies.
"What's going on? Is the spirit-summoning talisman useless?" someone murmured.
"No, it has nothing to do with the soul-summoning talisman. It's that the souls of He Liu and Lu Tan are gone." Yang Jing exhaled, suppressing the rage burning in his heart. "Damn it, they were so cautious!"
After that, he turned his gaze to the others and asked, "Did you feel anything was wrong at the time?"
The others shook their heads: "No, no one is approaching where we are stationed."
"Then it seems the problem lies in the corner where He Liu and Lu Tan were stationed." Yang Jing rubbed his brows. "Unfortunately, both of them are dead now. We can only pin our hopes on Tu Wang and see if they can catch the guy who threw He Liu and Lu Tan in. Or... Zhang Qing, go check the surveillance footage of He Liu and his men's area to see if there's anything worth noting."
"Got it." Zhang Qing nodded in agreement and left immediately. As he left, the exhibition center fell into silence again. The seventeen or eighteen-year-old Taoist priest asked cautiously, "Brother Yang, what happened today? How are we going to explain this to the Tongshen Society and Chairman Ning?"
"Have you contacted Tan Yang?" Yang Jing answered the question irrelevantly.
"I got in touch with her. He said Sang Qiqi had been in the store the entire time. This incident definitely had nothing to do with Sang Qiqi. Sang Qiqi was just a Taoist priest with some skills..." The member of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society who answered Yang Jing curled his lips, "I don't think we should have wasted our manpower on her back then."
Yang Jing said nothing, just thought with a serious look on his face.
Outside the convention center.
Sang Qiqi peeled off the voice-changing talisman and, imitating Mingxin and Taiwei Sanren's meticulousness, stuffed the used but still-torn talisman back into her pocket. Then she sat in a tree, waiting for the deliveryman, Duan Sui, to return. She hummed a tuneless tune, her slender jeans-wrapped legs casually swaying in a curve, unconcerned about whether Duan Sui would be caught by the Nine Nether Gods Society.
Two minutes later, Sang Qiqi keenly sensed the branch beside her swaying slightly, followed by a leaf silently landing on her shoulder. She tilted her head to look over, and sure enough, she saw Duan Sui's slender figure gradually emerging. He stood on a branch, one hand supporting the trunk. His long eyes lowered slightly, meeting Sang Qiqi's gaze. His thin lips curved into an arc, and he asked with a smile, "Have you been waiting long?"
"Not really. I just sat down." Sang Qiqi blinked and asked curiously, "Is it done?"
"Well, those two members of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society aren't very powerful. I stood next to them for quite a while, but they didn't notice me." Not only did they not notice me, but they circled around him like a headless fly, then scratched their head and muttered, "Where are they? We were chasing them fast enough, weren't we? How come we didn't even see a shadow of them?"
"It can be seen that the guy following Ning Changsheng today is not very powerful." Otherwise, he would not have watched the chandelier fall on Ning Changsheng.
Sang Qiqi sighed twice: "Perhaps the only ones with some real skills are those branch heads."
She stood up from the tree trunk, brushed off the nonexistent dust on her body, and waved to Duan Sui: "Let's go check on Ning Changsheng."
When she attacked, she had paid special attention, allowing the wind to blow the chandelier slightly off-center so that it didn't hit Ning Changsheng on the head. In addition, Ning Changsheng had a lot of valuable things on him, the jade pendant around his neck and the red rope on his wrist could both save his life. Sang Qiqi could guess that he was at most half-disabled now, but being half-disabled was still worth remembering.
The two arrived at the hospital and waited for a long time before Ning Changsheng came out of the emergency room. Instead, a doctor came and explained Ning Changsheng's current condition to the members of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society who had accompanied him. "The patient has a comminuted fracture of his left shoulder. The operation is a bit difficult and may take more time."
"Is your life safe?"
"It's not life-threatening, but there will be some shoulder problems later on, like being unable to lift heavy objects."
When the members of Jiuyou Tongshen Society heard this, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
It's okay as long as it's not life-threatening.
In the corner, Sang Qiqi propped her chin up with her hand and tutted her tongue twice: "Looks like it'll be a while longer. Let's go back first and come back later."
Duan Sui did not refuse.
The two returned to the funeral dragon, and the 'Sang Qiqi' created by the transformation talisman walked into the storage room. When she came out again, she was a different person. She yawned lazily and lay down at the cashier counter. She glanced outside the door and did not see the member of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society who was following her.
"I left thirteen minutes ago." The glass door was pushed open, and Jingyu walked in while saying, "I left once, but then I don't know why I turned back."
Although he was an executioner and couldn't match Sang Qiqi or Duan Sui in terms of fighting ability, he was still much stronger than the small fry of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society. This morning, while taking out the trash, he noticed a rat at the entrance of the funeral service. He suspected it was related to Sang Qiqi, so he sent a message to inquire. After receiving a positive response, he began to keep an eye on the rat from time to time.
"I guess he got the news that Ning Changsheng had an accident at the press conference, so he came back to see if I was in the store." Sang Qiqi tugged at the corner of Duan Sui's clothes, indicating that she wanted to eat a popsicle. The latter turned around and went to the small refrigerator to pick out Sang Qiqi's favorite grape-flavored ice cream and handed it to her.
The two ghosts' familiar and natural movements made Jingyu look strange.
He deliberately ignored the feeling of being fed dog food and raised an eyebrow, "So it was you who really caused Ning Changsheng to be hit by the lamp?"
Taking a bite of the ice cream, the rich grape juice soaked her mouth. Sang Qiqi narrowed her almond-shaped eyes in satisfaction and asked slowly, "Then who else is so righteous?"
Hearing her boasting, Jing Yu glanced at her and said, "I just think that killing Ning Changsheng on the spot is more in line with your habits and preferences. Sparing his life is a merciful act that goes against your style of doing things."
Sang Qiqi: “…”
What kind of image does she have in Jingyu's mind?
He curled his lips and muttered, "You and Duan Sui are close friends. You have so much in common." Then he explained, "It would be boring to just smash him to death. He needs to be alive to trouble the Jiuyou Tongshen Society."
Sang Qiqi is now waiting for Ning Changsheng to wake up after the operation, see that his shoulder is comminuted, see netizens mocking him for doing bad things and getting retribution, see his company's stock price plummeting, and then become angry and angry, and blame the Jiuyou Tongshen Society.
It will surely be very lively then.
She took another bite of the ice cream and happily took out her cell phone to follow the various discussions brought about by the press conference on Ning Changsheng's untimely death.
Also watching the press conference were Mingxin and Pengqiu, who were accompanying them in the ward. Although Sang Qiqi had never mentioned Ning Changsheng's problems to them, their experience with the car accident in Beiqing Village had left a deep impression on them. Now, being mocked by netizens and some internet-famous Taoist priests who had long disliked them, they were almost hating Dai Jianhua and the Taoist priests of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society.
Naturally, Ning Changsheng, who was rumored to be a good friend of Dai Jianhua, was also implicated.
As for Ning Changsheng's lies about him and Dai Jianhua not being close, Mingxin and Pengqiu certainly didn't believe it, especially Pengqiu. When Chen Hong mentioned his village to him, he focused on all sorts of gossip about the bosses in their village, including the story of Dai Jianhua and Ning Changsheng's breakup and reconciliation.
The TV in the ward was turned on, and the remote control was pressed to switch to the broadcast channel of the Ningchuan Real Estate press conference.
Glancing at Yunsheng, who had struggled to wake up once before falling back into a deathly coma, Mingxin unceremoniously turned the volume up to 18. Ning Changsheng's appearance and his on-stage "rumor-busting" self-narration quickly caught the attention of everyone in the ward. Qingyang, who had been resting with his eyes closed, also opened them at this moment, his gaze fixed on the screen.
When Ning Changsheng ordered his employees to turn on the surveillance video and display it on the big screen, Mingxin saw the content and immediately sneered.
Qingyang and others turned their attention to him.
Mingxin met three pairs of eyes and couldn't help but ask, "...Why are you looking at me?"
Qingyang: "I want to know why you are laughing."
Mingxin snorted and explained with a curled lip, "I think Ning Changsheng is definitely not innocent. The jade pendant hanging around his neck is obviously a blessed magical instrument. The bodyguard following him is also strange. When he reached out, I saw an unusual string of beads on his wrist. These two people must know someone like a Taoist priest. Since a Taoist priest can consecrate jade, he must have some skills. I think it won't be difficult to create a fake surveillance video to deceive netizens."
Qingyang nodded thoughtfully and praised him: "That makes a lot of sense."
Mingxin straightened his back instantly, almost like a tail spinning behind him: "Of course, I am the leader of the younger generation of Liuyun Temple!"
Qingyang's eyes were still fixed on the TV screen, but he changed the subject: "I saw online that you two had been to Beiqing Village?"
Mingxin: “…”
Pengqiu: “…”
The former's expression drooped, and his once-strong back collapsed again. He said with a wrinkled face, "Uncle Master, why are you still poking us in the heart at this time? I came back to Master with a head full of evil spirit marks, and he almost threw me out. He thought I was fooling around somewhere!"
Pengqiu glanced at Mingxin, thinking that Fellow Daoist Mingxin was quite good at acting, so he followed suit, "Senior Brother Sushi told me not to call myself his junior fellow next time. He said I was being set up and didn't even know it. It's really embarrassing... If my master knew about this, he wouldn't be able to hold his head down."
Su Shi glanced at him with an ambiguous look.
Qing Yang laughed when he heard this and comforted the two young people: "It's normal to have a car accident occasionally, just like I am now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mingxin wanted to say a few words to comfort his uncle, but suddenly the sound of breaking windows and screams were heard on TV. The attention of everyone in the ward was attracted at this moment. When they looked up, they saw the chandelier above Ning Changsheng's head shaking and then falling with a bang, hitting Ning Changsheng!
“Fuck!”
The sudden scene startled Ming Xin so much that he sat up straight up, his eyes widening instantly: "Is this even possible?"
Pengqiu was also startled. He noticed the back of Ning Changsheng, whose body was twitching slightly but seemed to be unconscious and unable to resist. He couldn't help but frowned: "Is he going to be crushed to death?"
Hearing this whisper, Qingyang's brows tightened and his face gradually darkened.
His fingers rested on the snow-white quilt, and his fingertips tightened unconsciously, leaving conspicuous marks on the surface of the quilt.
Su Shi, who accidentally glanced over and saw this scene, paused for a moment, but then he restrained his expression in a millisecond and looked back at the TV screen calmly, but there was a thoughtful look between his brows.
An accident occurred during the live broadcast, and the TV channel was cut off much faster than the employees of Ningchuan Real Estate.
But the impact has already been irreversible.
Ming Xin sighed madly, repeatedly lamenting, "Oh my god! Isn't this pure justice sent from heaven? Looking at Ning Changsheng's condition, even if he had a life-saving jade token on him, he'd be in serious trouble. If he were actually crushed to death, that would be hilarious. He's the first big boss in history to hold a press conference and end up killing himself... This will definitely go down in history!"
"The press conference was held on an auspicious day, wasn't it? It seems that God didn't bless him." Su Shi, who had been silent the whole time, raised his eyelids and said casually, "Or maybe this so-called auspicious day is the day when God punishes the wicked."
"This makes sense, very much so." Mingxin nodded in agreement and even clapped his hands.
Su Shi twitched his lips, his drooping eyes slanted slightly, and he caught a glimpse of Qingyang's uncontrollable ugly expression from the corner of his eye, and his expression gradually became meaningful.
interesting.
That's really interesting.
At the same time, having confirmed that the culprit who had driven Ning Changsheng into the hospital and killed He Liu and Lu Tan had fled, Yang Jing and his companions evacuated the convention center. He sent the other members home to rest while Yang Jing went to the hospital to check on Ning Changsheng. Ning Changsheng was still undergoing surgery, but after learning that his life was safe, Yang Jing stepped aside and called his referral from the Beijing North branch.
Although this was Yuantie Province, Ning Changsheng spent most of his time in Jingbei, only occasionally returning to his hometown for activities. Furthermore, the people who had originally recruited Ning Changsheng to the Jiuyou Tongshen Society were from the Jingbei branch, so Ning Changsheng's safety had always been the responsibility of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society's Jingbei branch members.
The call was transferred from the introducer to Ping Yangzi. When Ping Yangzi heard that Ning Changsheng had an accident during the live broadcast, his face instantly darkened.
The silent atmosphere was suffocating. Yang Jing gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and explained with a stiff upper lip: "I'm sorry, sir. The person who attacked Mr. Ning was really powerful. None of us noticed him approaching. However, I have some doubts that it was someone from the Yuantie Provincial Branch who did it."
"Oh?" The slightly raised ending in his voice made Yang Jing shudder. He immediately explained, "Although it's just my guess, I think it's very likely. The people from the Yuantie Provincial Branch have always been at odds with us. After the Beiqing Village incident, they suffered a loss and were blamed by us. They are probably holding a grudge. In addition, the influence of Beiqing Village is so bad that if the higher-ups blame us, I'm afraid no one will be able to survive. For this reason, they are very likely to use Mr. Ning's matter to use us and drag us into it, so as to distract the anger of the higher-ups!"
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