Chapter 91: Ninety-first day after retiring from the entertainment industry, did I undergo a dog nose transplant? ...
Sang Qiqi was amazed by her own idea and praised herself in her heart for being a smart kid. Then she stood up without hesitation and walked out of the ward, following Yang Jing.
Yang Jing seemed to be really angry, his legs were spread far apart and his steps were very fast.
When they got to the elevator, they found it completely packed. A few grumpy old men and women were shoving people out, cursing and yelling, just to make room for their own Tianci and Yaozu. Seeing Yang Jing walk in, the old man glanced at him and yelled at him like he was chasing chickens, "Get out, get out! Can't you see there's no room? You're almost squashing my grandson!"
The tone was bad, but Yang Jing's tone was even worse. He looked coldly at the little boy who was as fat as a piglet, and curled his lips. "If you can't stand, roll out sideways."
The old man was stunned at first, then he realized that this man was cursing his grandson. He pointed at Yang Jing with a frown and was about to scold him, but Yang Jing did not give him a chance to speak. He raised his hand in front of him, moved his lips silently, and turned to go up the stairs next door.
Seeing that he was too lazy to argue and the elevator door closed again, the old man immediately put down his hand in embarrassment, but he still muttered a few unpleasant words.
Sang Qiqi stood at the back and watched the whole thing. She couldn't help but sigh and casually swept a wisp of malicious ghost energy from the old man's body. But when she thought of the bad-tempered looks of the old men and women and the young people who were huddled in the corner and were complained about for taking up space, she decisively tore off a small part of the ghost energy and threw it back.
It won't kill you, but it will definitely be okay if you are unlucky.
Then, she quickly floated into the safety passage and followed Yang Jing again.
After Yang Jing walked up a few steps, he couldn't wait to pull out his phone and dial in the number. He couldn't use the hands-free mode, and the phone's privacy feature was very good. At least Sang Qiqi couldn't hear anything on the other end of the line, so she could only guess what they were saying based on Yang Jing's words.
Yang Jing, still using his intermediary to transfer the call to Ping Yangzi, heard the familiar hoarse voice and impatiently complained, "Sir, Qianxu, the head of the Yuantie Provincial Branch, just came to the hospital under the pretext of visiting Ning Changsheng. As soon as he entered Mr. Ning's ward, he began to taunt me, saying that I didn't care about Mr. Ning's safety and that you were treacherous and cunning. I refuted him a few times, and he tried to attack me."
Ping Yangzi was still standing in front of the huge French window. When he heard Qianxu was going to the hospital to visit Ning Changsheng, his eyes narrowed and a cold laugh escaped his lips: "I know."
They ended the call without further ado, but Yang Jing could sense Ping Yangzi's anger from those four simple words. He thought, Ping Yangzi should be angry. The unexpected incident with Ning Changsheng's press conference was bad enough, and now there was also the uncooperative Qianxu, trying to sow discord between them and Ning Changsheng. Ping Yangzi probably wanted to kill Qianxu.
The building was more than ten stories high, but Yang Jing, relying on his superior physique as a Taoist priest, reached the first floor in no time.
Standing outside the hospital gate, he stretched out his hand to block the particularly dazzling sunlight and took a taxi to his residence.
Sang Qiqi looked back at the old men and women who missed the stairs one after another after coming out of the elevator, humming a song and followed them to catch the ride.
The Didi car had been driving for nearly half an hour. The chatterbox driver started chatting as soon as Yang Jing sat down, inevitably mentioning the big events that had happened today. He asked in a gossipy tone, "Brother, I saw you coming out of the hospital. Did you run into the richest man in our Yuantie Province? I heard he was sent to the First Hospital after being hit by a chandelier this afternoon."
Yang Jing didn't expect that the driver would mention Ning Changsheng when he took a taxi. Now he felt uncomfortable all over when he heard the name "Ning Changsheng". His solar plexus trembled twice, and he closed his eyes without saying a word.
Seeing this, the driver shut up, but spoke again after a while.
If Sang Qiqi wasn't a stalker, she would at least respond to the driver.
Fortunately, half an hour passed quickly, and when it was completely dark, the driver stopped the car at the gate of the villa complex where Yang Jing lived. After getting out of the car and paying the fare, Yang Jing walked towards the gate. After walking for a while, he suddenly stopped.
The villa, which should have been incredibly familiar, now felt strangely unfamiliar. All around was pitch black, with only a few old streetlights flickering, barely emitting a dim, deep yellow light. Yang Jing looked forward, and saw a figure standing in front of the villa's gate. The figure slowly turned, revealing a face that was incredibly familiar to Yang Jing.
A middle-aged man, wearing a black and gold Taoist robe, with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and a look full of malice.
It was Qianxu, whom I had seen in the hospital not long ago.
Yang Jing's expression suddenly darkened. Qianxu suddenly appeared here, blocking his way home. It was easy to guess what Qianxu was planning.
But if he really confronts Qianxu, he would probably have no chance of survival.
Although Yang Jing disliked Qianxu, he had to admit that Qianxu, the head of the Yuantie Provincial Branch, was worthy of his status.
"Why do you look so grim?" Qianxu casually brushed off his wide sleeves, staring at Yang Jing's defensive expression, and sneered, "Weren't you quite formidable when you just argued with me? You dare to dump all the shit on my head? You really think that I, the head of the Yuantie Provincial Branch, am easy to bully, right? I can even go against your master in the meeting, so naturally I won't let you, a dog, go easily."
As soon as he finished speaking, the talisman paper exploded. In the world that was so dark that one could hardly see one's hand in front of one's face, white light suddenly flashed. As countless terrifying lightning bolts struck Yang Jing, the talisman paper in Qianxu's hand changed, and the wind around it turned into wind blades. Then the huge Sanqing Bell smashed into the air with a bang. The tinkling sound of the bell pressed down on the talisman paper, condensing the wind blades into shape, making them bigger and spreading, and they flew towards Yang Jing at an unstoppable speed.
There was thunder above his head and wind blades in front of him. Yang Jing didn't even know where to hide. He could only bite the bullet and release the evil spirits he raised. Then he took out talismans and threw out several defensive talismans at once. He bit his finger and added blood beads. The moment the thunder struck, the blood-colored glass barrier grew rapidly from his feet like vines, rising up and reaching the top.
Bang.
Silver lightning struck the barrier, causing it to tremble, but perhaps because it was thick enough, no cracks appeared. Yang Jing breathed a sigh of relief, but only seconds later, he realized he'd let out a sigh of relief too soon. Countless wind blades, like a dense swarm of pear blossom needles in a rainstorm, pounded into the barrier. As the first layer of wind blades penetrated, the barrier began to creak. Looking overhead, the overwhelming wind threatened to lift the barrier off its feet.
When the second layer of wind blades and silver thunder attacked at the same time, a crisp "click" sound rang in Yang Jing's ears, and his heart sank suddenly. He had a bad premonition.
In less than half a second, the premonition came true and the barrier exploded in an instant.
Yang Jing's expression suddenly changed.
He didn't have time to dwell on it. The silver lightning was still gathering strength in the sky, but the wind blades were already bearing an unstoppable momentum, barreling towards his body and neck. He pulled out the talisman again, about to block it, but a hand pressed down on his shoulder. Goosebumps spread all over his body at that moment, and he was surprised to find that, at some point, the evil spirits he had sent against Qianxu, as well as Qianxu himself, had vanished without a trace.
Bang.
In his moment of shock and bewilderment, the hand, with its unyielding force, pressed down upon him with a force unbelievable by humans, weighing down his body with a force that weighed tens of thousands of pounds. Even standing up seemed incredibly difficult, let alone extracting the talisman paper. He practically watched helplessly as the wind blade drew ever closer.
Fear instantly filled his heart. He opened his mouth and roared, trying to struggle frantically, but there was no way.
Phew.
The sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out, and the hand pressing on Yang Jing's shoulder slowly withdrew. If Yang Jing had looked back at this moment, he would have discovered that the hand was completely different from Qianxu's. It was clean, white, slender, and had obvious feminine features.
But Yang Jing couldn't do it. He could clearly feel the wind blade piercing his throat, slicing his veins and sending blood spurting out of his neck, warm blood splattering onto the ground. He lowered his head in a daze, seeing his clothes also stained with blood, watching the liquid gather more and more on the ground. Until a certain moment, consciousness began to fade, his whole body went limp, and with a thud, his limp body began to fall, dizzy and spinning.
His back fell into the pool of blood. He looked at the sky above his head, and a shadow suddenly fell in his eyes.
My blurred vision made it impossible to see the other person's appearance clearly, but I could vaguely realize that the other person seemed to be bending over.
Sang Qiqi leaned over and took out Yang Jing's cell phone from his pocket, then dialed the number at the top of the call log. When the call was connected and a familiar male voice came, she threw the phone to Yang Jing's side, raised her hand to wave away the black fog lingering around her, took out Yang Jing's ghost and stuffed it into a Qiankun sack, then walked away slowly with her hands in her pockets.
Yang Jing's eyes widened, lifeless in them. The phone that had fallen to his ear was still echoing with a male voice: "Yang Jing? Yang Jing?! Where's he?! Yang Jing!"
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When she returned to the VIP ward of the hospital, Sang Qiqi found that Qianxu had left. She didn't mind and didn't go to find Qianxu immediately. Instead, she continued to stay in Ning Changsheng's ward and watch TV.
It wasn't until after eleven o'clock in the evening, after all the Ningchuan Real Estate executives had reported on the day's progress, that Ning Changsheng finally waved them off, exhausted. His special assistant bent over and pulled the quilt back over him, reassuring him, "Don't worry, Mr. Ning. Taoist Yang Jing is right. There's still a chance to turn the tide of online public opinion."
When mentioning Yang Jing, Ning Changsheng thought of his confrontation with Qianxu.
Although Ning Changsheng was merely a financial backer, solely responsible for distributing funds to the Nine Netherworld Divine Society and not participating in its internal communications and actions, he had heard from fellow members of the Divine Society that the leaders of various factions appeared to be as friendly as brothers, but were actually engaged in scheming against each other. He had initially assumed these remarks were malicious, but after witnessing them with his own eyes today, he realized they were not exaggerated at all.
The special assistant noticed his expression and could roughly guess what he was thinking. Recalling the sarcastic appearance and words of Taoist Master Qianxu to Taoist Master Pingyangzi in the ward, the special assistant did not say anything. He just turned and left after getting Ning Changsheng's consent.
Ning Changsheng had a slight headache and forced himself to close his eyes and sleep.
At that moment, a slender figure suddenly appeared in the VIP ward. Duan Sui's appearance was sudden, but his gaze fixed on the sofa in the blink of an eye. Sang Qiqi, who was drinking the milk tea she had brought from Meng Po, met his gaze and was stunned for a moment. Then she stood up and pulled Duan Sui towards the door. The two of them hid in a small corner of the emergency passage. She whispered, "Why are you here?"
Seeing her guilty look, Duan Sui found it funny: "There's no one here."
Sang Qiqi straightened up and said, "That's right."
Duan Sui explained: "I didn't see you come back after closing the shop, and I sent you a message but you didn't reply, so I thought I'd come over to check on you."
Speaking of this, Sang Qiqi touched the tip of her nose, feeling a little guilty. "I was using my phone to record Ning Changsheng and the others' conversation, and it ran out of battery half an hour ago."
After explaining why she didn't reply, she couldn't wait to talk about her gains in the ward and her plan to kill Yang Jing and frame Qianxu. "I didn't leave any information this time, for fear of being too deliberate. But I think with Pingyangzi's 'intelligence', even without any warning, he would definitely guess that it was Qianxu who did it, and he would definitely go after Qianxu to settle the score!"
Sang Qiqi was very particular when dealing with Yang Jing.
After returning from the old city that day, she and Duan Sui studied where the dents on the wall came from. Later, she remembered that Li Quan and others had mentioned that Qianxu liked to use wind blades to cut people's necks, so she guessed that the dents were most likely caused by wind blades.
Therefore, today she also carefully followed Qianxu's habit and killed Yang Jing.
"Well... even if Pingyangzi feels there are doubts about Yang Jing's death, I think given the level of hostility between Qianxu and Pingyangzi, Pingyangzi wouldn't miss the opportunity to settle accounts with Qianxu. So no matter what, Yang Jing's death was a good one." Sang Qiqi's eyes shone as brightly as the lights in the emergency passage. "If they clash again and Qianxu is dead, there will definitely be someone smart enough in the Jiuyou Tongshen Society to pin the murder on Pingyangzi."
There will definitely be a big fuss by then!
Duan Sui stared at the girl in front of him. When she got excited, her almond-shaped eyes curved slightly, and there was a bit of wickedness in her bright eyes, like a cunning little fox, but she looked extremely cute.
He resisted the urge to reach out and pinch her cheek, but he didn't stop praising her: "That's a powerful trick."
Sang Qiqi raised her chin and answered happily, "Of course I do. I'm so smart."
Duan Sui had already come to pick them up, so Sang Qiqi naturally had no intention of staying in the hospital any longer. The video recording was almost finished, and there was no need for her to be Ning Changsheng's companion. The two ghosts stepped through the gates of hell and slowly wandered to the most famous snack street in the underworld. Sang Qiqi checked the time. Ghosts didn't need much sleep anyway, so she urged Duan Sui, "Let's go get a midnight snack. Meng Po said there are a lot of new stalls in the snack street lately, and one of them makes really delicious crayfish."
Duan Sui nodded in agreement.
As soon as she reached the crayfish stall, Sang Qiqi spotted Meng Po, who had changed out of her work clothes. Meng Po, holding a shrimp in her mouth, waved her hand when she saw Sang Qiqi, "Come over and eat together."
Seeing this, Sang Qiqi poked Duan Sui in the back and asked, "Do you mind? That's Meng Po, my sister."
Since they were sisters, they were Sang Qiqi's family. Duan Sui's smile became more genuine as she said, "I don't mind."
That's fine.
Pulling Duan Sui to the small table, Sang Qiqi first introduced him to Meng Po: "Duan Sui, an employee of my shop, do you mind joining me?"
Meng Po swallowed the peeled shrimp meat and shook her head like a rattle: "Come on, such a handsome guy, I can eat two more 88 sets just by looking at this face, how could I mind."
After a brief greeting, Duan Sui stood up to order food. Meng Po hurriedly stuffed a piece of shrimp into Sang Qiqi's mouth and whispered, "Where did you find such a handsome guy as an employee?"
"Lin Yanluo found her, and I specifically asked for someone good-looking."
"...Your boss is really good. He can even meet your request." Meng Po sighed deeply. "My assistant used to be pretty, but now she has been ruined by work and looks like a ghost."
Sang Qiqi was speechless for a moment.
Because she saw the young assistant when she went to drink Mengpo Soup today. It was hard to imagine that the speed at which a ghost lost his hair was even faster than Lin Yanluo. He had only been working for a few days, but there was already a large area of hair loss on the top of his head. It was really amazing.
"Your employee looks quite lush," Meng Po praised, speculating, "It seems he won't be balding anytime soon. His blooming period should be extended for a while."
Sang Qiqi glanced at Duan Sui's head openly, nodded, and agreed with Meng Po's statement.
Duan Sui pricked up his ears and heard the conversation between the two clearly: "..."
He was silent for a while, then raised his hand and tugged at his hair.
Fortunately, it’s quite sturdy.
The lobsters arrived. Duan Sui put on disposable gloves and occasionally responded to the two girls' conversation, but he spent most of his time peeling the shrimp. When Sang Qiqi finally finished sharing her human stories with Meng Po and lowered her head, the lobster meat in her bowl had piled up like a mountain.
Sang Qiqi stared at the shrimp in a daze.
Meng Po raised her face, looked at Sang Qiqi for a while, then at Duan Sui, and gradually an aunt's smile appeared on her face.
Duan Sui pretended not to notice Meng Po's gaze lingering on his face, and simply tilted his head to ask Sang Qiqi, "Don't you want to eat?"
Eat, why not eat.
Sang Qiqi picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it into her mouth. The plump lobster meat wrapped in rich and spicy soup stimulated her taste buds crazily, making her squint her eyes in satisfaction.
"Is it delicious?" Meng Po asked with a smile. "I heard that this boss is in this business up there. He went to the underworld and found there were no good crayfish suppers here, so he set up a stall here. There's a place that makes grilled cold noodles further up. Their special sauce is absolutely amazing. It's delicious. You can try it later."
Sang Qiqi was so drunk that she only had time to nod.
Thinking that she had to go to work the next morning, Meng Po spoke to Sang Qiqi for a while before getting up to say goodbye. Before leaving, she raised an eyebrow at Duan Sui and said with her arms folded, "Handsome boy, I'll trouble you to take our Qiqi home later."
Duan Sui nodded gently: "Don't worry."
Sang Qiqi devoured her crayfish, and when she saw Duan Sui's bowl was empty, she finally felt guilty and peeled a few for him. When Duan Sui finished, she stood up to pay, only to be told he had already paid. Without further ado, she simply dragged him to the cold noodle stand Meng Po had mentioned and bought him a family portrait.
"See you tomorrow."
Standing in front of the small apartment in the underworld, Sang Qiqi waved to Duan Sui. After receiving a smiling "good night" from him, she went home humming a song in a good mood. Duan Sui turned around and disappeared instantly, then reappeared from the Luofeng Mountain Hall.
Wei Ying was fiddling with the pile of walnuts in the main hall when he saw his boss suddenly appear. He was about to greet him, but his nose moved before his mouth. He twitched his nose and sniffed twice, then fixed Duan Sui with a suspicious look: "Boss, I smell spicy crayfish."
Duan Sui paused, looked back at him, and asked, "Did you get a dog nose transplant?"
Wei Ying: “…”
He thought Han Yan was just talking nonsense. His boss's mouth could poison him to death with just a few words. He was so mean that he couldn't be meaner. How could he fall in love with a girl and pursue her?
Ha, what a joke!
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the next day.
When Sang Qiqi returned to the funeral home from the underworld, Duan Sui was already cleaning. He also thoughtfully prepared breakfast and placed it on the newly bought coffee table.
"Are you here? I heard you talking to Meng Po last night and mentioned that you wanted to eat egg pancakes, so I bought some nearby. I wonder if the taste suits your taste."
Sang Qiqi loves delicious food, and everything she eats tastes delicious. She took a bite of the still-hot omelet, and her almond-shaped eyes narrowed comfortably again. "It's delicious, thank you."
Hearing the last three words, Duan Sui raised his eyebrows but didn't say much.
Sang Qiqi devoured the omelet in just a few bites, proving with her actions that she truly loved it. After eating the omelet, she thought about her cold, ruthless killer days before, so she searched online for related posts and actually found something.
Today's Weibo trending list has a topic that would scare even the faint of heart, called #Huapingshilatenightstrangetalk#
The marketing account intercepted a netizen’s self-narration on a forum:
Hey everyone, something strange happened. Last night, as usual, I was patrolling the residential complex where I work. It wasn't too late, so I just took a few turns with my flashlight. Soon, I noticed something sticky underneath my feet. I lifted my feet and, holy crap, they were covered in blood! The smell was so overwhelming, I fainted instantly.
When I woke up again, it was around 11 or 12 o'clock. I recalled the pool of blood I'd found before I fainted. With so much blood, I figured someone must have been murdered. I immediately called my colleague, but we searched for a long time and couldn't find the body. Still unconvinced, I checked the surveillance footage. My colleague and I stayed up all night, busy watching it, and we actually saw something!
The netizen didn't specify what it was, but posted a photo taken from a surveillance camera. The photo wasn't very clear, but a person could be vaguely seen lying on top. When Sang Qiqi tried to enlarge the photo, the words "Image has been cleared" suddenly appeared on her phone screen.
She opened the comments section.
[Hey, why is it showing a picture suspected of violating regulations? I don't see anything. Does anyone know what the picture is?]
[I know, I know. I just saw it! It was a man lying on the ground, covered in blood. He was obviously dead. But then again… why does this man look familiar? Do I know him?]
[I saw it too]
[I know who he is! He was at that hilarious press conference yesterday! He seems to be Ning Changsheng's bodyguard.]
[I found the recording of the press conference. Look, that's the guy.]
[Wait, are you saying that Ning Changsheng was nearly killed by a chandelier at the press conference, and then his bodyguard was found dead in the villa? Holy crap, God is doing something amazing!]
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