Chapter 19 Net...home?
An abandoned construction site on the southern outskirts of the city.
Calling it a construction site wasn't quite accurate. It was just a simple, fenced-off area, covered in weeds. Occasionally, a few mice would scurry by, looking like they hadn't found much to eat that day.
"Jing...Zuozhu?"
Staying at home?
Qin Qinsen felt confused and looked at Boss Huang beside him.
"No rush, wait a little longer." Boss Huang took a puff of his cigarette and squinted his eyes in enjoyment. "It's the kind of work you like, quick and simple."
Qin Qinsen thought to himself, what he said was right, but there was no need to call him out in the middle of the night to get some fresh air.
It was nearly one in the morning, the temperature incredibly high, and a chilly wind blew. Perhaps it was the rhythm of his biological clock, formed during his days in the hospital, or perhaps it was the burden of too much external pressure on his body, but Qin Qinsen felt drowsy, and even the smell of secondhand smoke couldn't wake him.
"Young Master, why are you feeling sleepy standing here? Come in and have some hot tea and rest your feet."
In the 30-degree high temperature of the summer night, a slightly cool hand gently took Qin Qinsen and brought him into the house with a huge force that was completely different from his own.
He crossed the threshold and sat on a round stool. A steaming cup of tea was placed on the tea table in front of Qin Qinsen. The tea was greenish-yellow, with a subtle fragrance. Two broken leaves could be clearly seen at the bottom of the cup. It wasn't exquisite, but it held a great allure.
"Young Master, don't just stand there and watch. Drink your hot tea quickly."
The woman's voice was soft, sweet, and comparable to those of online anchors, and even more charming. It made the man's heart flutter, and he wanted to hold her in his arms, to hold her captive, to confide his deepest feelings to him alone.
He slowly grasped the teacup with his right hand. It was a little hot. The woman continued to urge him, "Yes, drink it. You'll feel better after drinking it."
He raised the cup and blew gently. The tea in the small cup stirred with Qin Qinsen's movements. "Painted skin devours the soul, enchanting voice penetrates the bones. Boss Huang, you really chose an 'easy' job."
As soon as he finished speaking, the high threshold, the round stool, and the tea table all disappeared. The small hand that had been caressing Qin Qinsen's shoulder suddenly exerted force, its five fingers forming claws, aiming for the back of his heart and about to pierce it.
Unexpectedly, Qin Qinsen seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. Not only did he turn over to avoid it, but the teacup in his hand flew rapidly towards the woman.
"you--!"
Dodging the cup filled with scalding potion, the woman looked up and glared.
Only then did Qin Qinsen realize that the woman's appearance was completely inconsistent with her sweet voice - her face was covered with rotten flesh, and occasionally maggots were crawling through the crumbling rotten flesh, which was disgusting.
"You let me watch this in the middle of the night?!"
Not far away, Boss Huang was still puffing away calmly, "The Painted Skin Ghost, which is nothing special, is easy enough for you."
He had a dishonest expression on his face, as if to say, "I'm just a dabbler, you have to do the professional stuff."
Qin Qinsen had no time to think about anything else. After nimbly dodging the Painted Skin Ghost's attack, he pulled up a half-man-high weed. He then bit his index finger, forced a few drops of blood, and smeared them on the weed. A dark golden light flashed, momentarily piercing the Painted Skin Ghost so hard that he covered his face with his hands, unable to open his eyes.
Seeing his movements, Boss Huang slowed down his smoking. His eyes were glued to Qin Qinsen, watching him transform the weeds into a dark golden whip and continuously whip the Painted Skin Ghost.
He seemed to be tired of beating, so he tied up the Painted Skin Ghost with a whip and threw it to an open space nearby.
"Things." Qin Qinsen approached and found that Boss Huang was staring at him strangely. "Isn't it to clean the house? Give me the things, forget it, I'll take it myself."
Slapping away the other person's hand that had barely touched the edge of his pocket, Boss Huang extinguished his cigarette and said unhappily, "You kid, do you know what modesty is?"
"The old Taoist priest has come to you, so he is one of us. Why are you pretending with him?" After saying that, he quickly pulled out the yellow talisman from Boss Huang's trouser pocket, ran into the abandoned construction site, and chose a pleasing location to get ready.
He held the talisman paper between his index and middle fingers, muttering something to himself. A gust of wind blew, and the talisman paper spontaneously combusted. Qin Qinsen released his grip, letting the wind sweep up the talisman paper, sending up countless plumes of smoke that swirled and lingered in the open space for a long time.
"Who taught you to clean the house like this..." Boss Huang was stunned.
Normal house purification involves either a ritual of offering sacrifices to the gods or following unique methods. Regardless, house purification is a peaceful and sacred endeavor. But how could this seemingly quiet young man make such a commotion while purifying his house?
The Painted Skin Ghost was whipped and a strong wind swept through. Although it was very efficient, who would explain to the victim where the iron fence that was blown away went?
"Why are you standing there? Come back." Qin Qinsen mentioned the Painted Skin Ghost, and his unobstructed disgusting face was facing Boss Huang.
In just one hour, Boss Huang was overwhelmed with so much stimulation that he pointed at Qin Qinsen and opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say to him.
At this moment, a familiar voice came, "Master Qin?"
Brother Hong, cigarette in hand, stopped the car in front of the two of them and asked, "What are you standing there for? Is this the end?"
It was obvious that these words were not directed at him, so Qin Qinsen tactfully stepped aside a few steps to make room for Brother Hong.
It would have been fine if it hadn't moved, but as soon as it did, Brother Hong immediately realized something was wrong. "Where's the fence? Wasn't it supposed to be cleared? Why is the fence gone?"
God knows how long he'd held onto this land. Whenever he started working, even just weeding, he'd attract venomous snakes and insects. So many times, so many people got hurt, that no one dared to touch it. Finally, someone suggested setting it on fire, but before the fire even started, the man went crazy. He poured gasoline on his head, and ended up spending two weeks in the ICU, unable to make it.
Since then, this place has become a forbidden area for Red Rhino Security.
If Boss Huang hadn't said in the afternoon that someone could solve the problem with the land, he would have almost forgotten about it.
But the bare scene before him was completely different from the impression he had of a weedy field surrounded by iron fences. Brother Hong stared at Boss Huang in confusion.
Thinking of the upcoming workday, Qin Qinsen had to interrupt their eye contact, "There's a Painted Skin Ghost guarding this piece of land. Normally, no one should come here. It's obvious that it's lacking in meat and energy, malnourished, and can't thrive."
He nodded, motioning the two to look at the item in his hand. "She's the one. Boss Huang, if you need her, we can discuss the price. But judging by her behavior, she must have taken a life, and it's hard for ordinary people to tame her. Otherwise, we can wipe her mind, raise her for a few years, and then sell her."
Qin Qinsen could roughly guess what kind of business Boss Huang was doing. To put it bluntly, he was a middleman - all kinds of ghosts could be sold as long as you could afford the price.
"This ghost has dirty hands, let's break him up."
There must be principles in doing business. Boss Huang, who is stained with blood, refuses to accept such a person.
Brother Hong couldn't see the Painted Skin Ghost's miserable appearance, but from what Boss Huang said, it was this ghost that killed his people. He immediately said in a deep voice, "Make her pay with her life."
Hearing this, Qin Qinsen whipped the monster with both hands, and the Painted Skin Ghost, who was trying to deceive people into self-immolation, turned into dust silently and disappeared.
As the Painted Skin Ghost dissipated, the long whip turned back into the appearance of dry grass. Qin Qinsen casually threw the dry grass away and turned around to ask, "Can I go home now? I have to get up early to punch in tomorrow."
"Tsk, what's the rush? You don't think you can still get perfect attendance this month, do you? Dream on!"
"What do you know? Just give me the car keys and I'll go back by myself." Qin Qinsen glanced at Brother Hong, snatched the keys from Boss Huang, turned around and ran away.
Boss Huang was left standing beside Brother Hong, jumping up and down in anger, but he had no intention of catching up.
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