The fierce man, used to being arrogant, raised his hand and slapped her. Faced with the murderous aura coming at her, Zhao Yuxiang only dared to close her eyes and take a step back, but Yuan Zhuan behind her was completely blocked.
The man's outstretched hand did not send the woman who dared to talk back flying as he expected. Instead, it felt like he had struck a lump of iron. The force was so great that his palm fractured, causing him excruciating pain.
"Ah..." A scream
When Feng Sanshui saw his capable subordinate kneeling on the ground, wailing and howling, he was stunned and stood there dumbfounded. In his experience, he had been a powerful figure in the martial arts world for more than ten years and had encountered resistance before, but he had never encountered anyone who confronted him head-on from the start.
"Mom, don't worry, I have a plan." Yuan Zhuan grasped Zhao Yuxiang's hand and stepped out from behind her. "You go in first."
"No, Mom will go with you, otherwise I won't feel at ease." Zhao Yuxiang refused to go in. In her heart, Yuan Zhuan was really young and really needed her protection.
"Aren't you afraid I'll call the police?" Yuan Zhuan asked coldly.
Call the police?
"Haha...haha...go report it, hurry up and report it. Do you want me to give you Director Feng's phone number?" Feng Sanshui laughed wildly, parked the car, and got out.
The others followed suit, and two of them helped the person on the ground up.
"Beizi, take him to the hospital to get him checked out, he's making so much noise."
"Okay, Brother Shui."
Two left, leaving six, but that number is really not enough.
Yuan Zhuan smiled and snapped his fingers. "Let's see what's inside." The room suddenly brightened. Confused, everyone looked as instructed, and then…
Then I saw countless tiny white paper figures crawling all over the ground!
The hair on the heads of the six people suddenly stood up, as if copied and pasted. They all craned their necks, their eyes wide with terror. When they finally came to their senses, they turned around and tried to ride their bikes, but their legs were too weak to support them. They were so anxious that they almost burst into tears, crying out, "Aaaaaaahhhhhh..."
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh..."
"Mommy..."
"A ghost...!"
"Help!"
"Mother……"
Some were slow to react, forgetting their motorcycles and running on their own two legs, running in a zigzag pattern and developing bowlegs. They wished their parents could give them two more legs. Those riding motorcycles wobbled and lost their grip on the handlebars, falling off in no time. But they got up and kept riding... Fortunately, even when they were terrified, they remembered their motorcycles.
Yuan Zhuan looked at the group of people who had wet themselves in fear and laughed so hard he couldn't support himself, "Hahahaha..."
Zhao Yuxiang: ...The scene inside the store was so terrifying that she couldn't bear to look at it again after just one glance. It gave her goosebumps!
If she hadn't already known Yuan Zhuan's abilities, she probably would have gone mad too.
Even though she was mentally prepared, Zhao Yuxiang was still terrified. "Zhuanzhuan, quickly put it away, Mom is scared."
The neighbors, hiding behind their doors, silently watched the newly opened 'Yuxiang General Store'. They had all witnessed Brother Shui's despicable behavior; they were all familiar with his tricks. He had to give them money every month, otherwise the store wouldn't open. So, they knew perfectly well what the newcomer would suffer, but no one offered any warnings. After all, it didn't concern them much if others suffered losses. Besides, they were all already losing money; what difference would one more make? A newcomer from out of town had recently made a fortune and was incredibly proud of himself. Losing a little money wouldn't be a big deal, would it? He couldn't lose everything.
"Huh? What's going on? People are running away crying and screaming for their parents."
"That's strange, what's he yelling about? Is he going crazy?"
"What the hell? Is the new shop unclean? Bah, bad luck! I think Zhao Yuxiang is a jinx."
"Why are these bastards running away?"
After the troublemakers dispersed, a motorcycle remained in the small square in front of the shop, its lights still on. The surrounding closed shops were filled with people who were all whispering and discussing the matter.
Yuan Zhuan glanced around and immediately understood that the shops here were all for both commercial and residential use.
So they all know what just happened... but no one steps forward.
Has it already become like postmodernism? "Mind your own business!"
"Yuan Zhuan." Suddenly, someone walked over and called out Yuan Zhuan's name.
It was Fu Bo, and an old man with a probing gaze.
“We weren’t in the shop today. We heard about it and rushed over. They’re still here? Where are they?” Fu Bo’s gaze fell on the motorcycle, his eyes filled with anger. These old bastards, all they do is collect protection money and bully us vendors. When we’re in trouble, they never help us at all!
"I'm leaving." Yuan Zhuan greeted Fu Bo's kindness with a smile.
As for...
Yuan Zhuan's gaze fell on the old man, and their eyes met unexpectedly.
"Brother Bo, what's this?"
"Oh, this is my father. Um, Uncle, this is the little girl I mentioned to you before who bought our family's waste cinnabar."
After this introduction, Yuan Zhuan understood that he had seen the answer he wanted in the other person's eyes.
Fellow travelers!
"Young friend, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Fu Quan actually cupped his hands to Yuan Zhuan, smiling kindly, which stunned Fu Bo, who was standing to the side.
If he remembered correctly, his uncle rarely smiled throughout the year.
Although his Taoist skills were mediocre, he could read faces. This Yuan Zhuan was actually hiding a vibrant life force beneath his decline, only concealed beneath the surface of his exhaustion. Was he being put to the brink of death and then reborn? Or had he been lured by a sorcerer?
"Young friend, would you mind coming over for a chat?" Fu Quan extended an invitation.
"Brother Bo, go tell Brother Mingzi that I can sell this motorcycle." Since he's keeping it, she'll gladly accept it; it's perfect timing, she's short on cash.
"Ah? Oh, okay."
Seeing his adopted son being bossed around so willingly, Fu Quan raised an eyebrow and a smile curved his lips.
Watching Yuan Zhuan follow his uncle toward the paper-craft shop, Fu Bo scratched his head. "A close friend despite the age gap?" Or did they already know each other?
Fu Quan, who was following Yuan Zhuan, was in a state of shock. The Yin energy shrouding the general store was so thick that it was almost turning into water droplets, but the instigator had not been harmed! This was completely different from what he had seen and heard! Could it be that there was a master in the house?
Such doubts made Fu Quan stop in his tracks, hesitating whether he should ask the question.
"Fellow Daoist, do you have something to say?" It was too obvious; Yuan Zhuan couldn't pretend he didn't know.
"Are there any elders working in that shop?"
Following Fu Quan's gaze, Yuan Zhuan understood his unspoken meaning.
"My master is gone." Her biological father was indeed gone; his soul had vanished.
Fu Quan fixed his gaze on Yuan Zhuan, and after a long while, he took another step, but his expression was more respectful!
Yuan Zhuan observed this, raised an eyebrow but remained silent, and followed along.
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