Upon learning that the military base had been razed to the ground by shells made by his own country, the Prime Minister fainted immediately.
Fortunately, he hadn't been discharged from the hospital yet, so we could just start emergency treatment on the spot.
The king and prime minister were lying half-dead in the hospital, cabinet ministers were either dead or injured, and the entire leadership team was rendered useless.
The few who were still alive were terrified by Qi An. Even after waking up, they pretended not to be awake and didn't want to confront that terrifying woman at all.
That girl can catch a nuclear bomb with her bare hands. Even bombers can't beat her. Playing with them is like playing with dogs.
National affairs are minor compared to individual lives.
Even if the sky falls, the prime minister will still hold it up; if the public wants to criticize someone, they'll criticize him first.
This has led to a situation where no one is in charge for the time being.
Officials below, unable to receive orders in time, could only curse their superiors while frantically trying to appease the public and clean up the mess.
Apart from a few insiders, no one else knew what had happened.
All they knew was that a humanoid monster, more terrifying than nuclear weapons, lived in the museum and was at odds with their empire.
The destruction of historical sites and churches in the country was her doing; she also hospitalized the king and prime minister, and caused heavy casualties in the cabinet.
Oh, and there was also a military base where the entire army was wiped out.
Country Y suffered such heavy losses even during both World Wars, and all of this was done by just one person.
What kind of terrifying being did they provoke?
I heard that she comes from that mysterious ancient country in the East.
It is said that the people of that country practice witchcraft.
That's terrifying. I'll never dare to mess with those Chinese people again.
With no one in charge at the moment, the museum director, eager to make a name for himself, came up with a terrible idea.
He read through many folk tales of China and suspected that the woman was a legendary spirit, or even a powerful demon with extremely high cultivation.
Since she's a monster, science is useless against her, so let's try metaphysics.
After all, in those Liaozhai stories, it was always Taoist priests who captured and subdued demons.
So the curator found a famous Taoist priest who had been in Y country for many years and asked him to subdue the demoness in the museum.
The curator said respectfully, "Master Wang, as long as you can resolve this matter, the Empire will reward you handsomely."
Opposite him was a man in his forties, wearing a dark Taoist robe and with his hair styled in a Taoist bun; this man was Taoist Wang.
Behind Wang the Taoist priest was a young Taoist priest of about eighteen or nineteen years old, who was his apprentice and assistant.
Wang the Taoist stroked his beard and uttered fluent English: "No problem, eight million eight hundred and eighty thousand. Would you like to pay by card or cash?"
curator:"……"
Are monks this materialistic?
Aren't Taoist priests supposed to be dedicated to exorcising demons? Why is this guy making such an outrageous demand right off the bat?
The curator hesitated: "Isn't this... a bit too much?"
Taoist priest Wang smiled and said, "The risk level is too high; you'll have to pay more."
The apprentice's lips twitched. Why did Master raise the price again?
Last time it was 6.66 million, how come it has increased by more than 2 million so quickly?
They really think they can take advantage of people.
Wang the Taoist priest, with his air of otherworldly wisdom, confidently waited to collect his money.
Sure enough, the curator hesitated for a moment before agreeing.
I've heard that this Master Wang is extremely skilled in Taoism. Many wealthy and political figures in the empire have consulted him for feng shui consultations and fortune telling, and his predictions have proven very accurate.
It's normal for such rare talents to command a higher price.
The curator thought to himself, "At worst, I can secretly resell one or two artifacts after this is resolved, and the money will come back."
Moreover, as long as he solves this major problem for the empire, will he ever lack money in the future?
After receiving the money, Wang the Taoist priest smiled slightly and said, "I will go and talk to her now, and ask her to let your country Y off the hook."
"What?" the curator exclaimed in shock. "Didn't you kill her?"
"Kill? Are you kidding me?"
Wang Daoshi raised an eyebrow: "I also saw what happened above the museum. This demon has at least a thousand years of cultivation. I am no match for her."
We can only try to reason with her and ask her to be lenient, but there's no guarantee it will work.
Wang the Taoist priest thought to himself: If I had the extraordinary ability to catch a nuclear bomb with my bare hands, I would have beaten you foreign devils to a pulp long ago and then taken back our cultural relics.
The curator blurted out, "It's just a matter of persuasion, and there's no guarantee of success. Why do you want so much money?"
Wang the Taoist's face turned cold, and he snorted, "Feeling cheated? Disciple, return the money to the abbot, and we're not doing this business."
Our master and I never wanted to risk our lives to provoke that master; let them just sit there guarding their money and wait to die.
"Hey, no, no, no..."
Seeing that he was about to leave, the curator suddenly became anxious.
At this critical juncture, persuading that demoness to stop would be a great achievement.
No one dares to approach the museum now; these two, master and apprentice, are indeed risking their lives.
If that vixen makes a few more moves, the empire will be finished.
The curator caught up with Wang the Taoist priest in a long stride: "I misspoke, I apologize, please don't be angry."
Wang the Taoist priest smirked, thinking, "All those foreign devils have this despicable character."
Having lived abroad for over a decade, he understands this all too well: the nicer you are to foreigners, the more they will bully you.
The more arrogant and dismissive you are of them, the more they fawn over you, thinking that's how superior people should act.
Wang the Taoist priest was stopped despite his "reluctance," and said expressionlessly:
"My Daoist heart was damaged just now, and the danger level has increased again. Now I need ten million to take this job."
The curator gritted his teeth: "...Fine."
After receiving the money, Wang the Taoist priest led his young apprentice toward the museum.
The curator, who had lost more than a million again, was on the verge of tears, but suddenly felt that eight million eight hundred and eighty thousand was not so bad after all.
Once out of the curator's sight, Master Wang's shoulders slumped, instantly transforming from a dignified and otherworldly figure into a lewd middle-aged man.
"Hehe, I made a big profit today. These foreign devils are so easy to fool."
The young apprentice breathed a sigh of relief: "You scared me to death! I thought you were really going to catch a demon. All you can do is look at feng shui and tell fortunes, fooling foreigners. You don't have the skills for that."
Taoist Wang reached out and tapped his disciple on the forehead: "Don't underestimate your master, I still have some special skills."
"It's just the Taoist secrets left by our ancestors; why should these foreign devils benefit from it? They can just fool us and call it a day."
The apprentice muttered, "Then why do you always charge so much money, scaring people like crazy?"
The Taoist priest tapped him on the forehead again, saying with exasperation, "How many times have I told you? That money originally belonged to us."
"It was left with those foreign devils by that spendthrift old woman from our country over a hundred years ago. We're taking it back, understand?"
The young apprentice covered his head and said, "I know, stop hitting me."
The Taoist priest, with his hands behind his back, randomly asked, "What else have I taught you? Repeat it to me."
The young apprentice recited fluently: "The foreign devils eat and drink with our money, and the treasures in the museums are all stolen from us. They are thieves, robbers, and damned invaders. They will cheat as many as they can."
"If we ever fall, we should say we are just idiots or bastards, and we must never bring shame to our motherland."
"And...and more, we earn money abroad and spend it domestically. We shop online whenever possible, preferring to pay for international shipping rather than pay taxes to foreigners."
The Taoist priest nodded with a smile: "Good boy, I've got it."
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