"What do you want to do?!" The White Taoist priest said with a stern face, his palm forming a talisman. He was ready to disregard all rules as soon as the other party made a move!
The Daoist group has rules: unless life is in danger, Daoist arts must not be used on mortals!
"Master! I beg you, I've offended so many people, if you don't save me, I'll have no way to survive!!" With a thud, Feng Sanshui knelt down in front of the White Taoist, tears streaming down his face.
"Brother, don't kneel down to him. If he doesn't save you, I'll make sure he never leaves this house!" Feng Shanlang's eyebrows stood on end, exuding murderous intent. The muscles wrapped under his clothes were strong and powerful, making him awe-inspiring.
"Master!" Feng Sanshui hugged Bai Daoren's legs and howled again, but he couldn't hear what his subordinates were shouting.
The White Taoist sneered, "Feng Sanshui, Feng Sanshui."
Feng Sanshui neither responded nor let go. In short, he had no way out, and today the White Taoist had to go with him!
"She's here," the white-robed Taoist suddenly said.
He's here? Who's here? Everyone was stunned, confused, and followed the white-robed Taoist's gaze.
With a loud bang, the tightly locked door was suddenly forced open by a gust of air, bringing a cold wind that made everyone present shiver. Feng Sanshui reacted quickly, scrambling to his feet and hiding behind Feng Shanlang, his eyes wide with extreme fear.
"Wow, there are quite a lot of people." A childish voice pierced through the tense atmosphere.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the thin, dark-skinned girl slowly walked in, chewing on a toothpick candy.
Step by step, as if taking a leisurely stroll, yet it felt as if each step was firmly planted in one's heart, and no one dared to make a rash move.
Feng Sanshui watched helplessly as the protagonist of his nightmare walked in step by step. He wanted to speak and ask someone to stop him, but his throat was making gurgling noises, and he was extremely anxious, but he couldn't utter a single word. He was possessed! This woman must have cast a spell on him!
Thinking this, cold sweat seeped from his scalp, and his limbs trembled uncontrollably like a leaf.
"This humble Taoist is Bai Xile. May I ask which esteemed master you are a disciple of?" Bai Daoren turned around and bowed respectfully.
Yuan Zhuan narrowed his eyes. "Fellow Daoist, are you going to act on behalf of Heaven, or aid and abet evil?"
“It is unacceptable to aid and abet evil. I am here only to earn a little money. This Feng Sanshui has committed many evils and will have his own karma. I hope that you can show leniency today and spare his dog’s life.”
"Feng Sanshui, there's a problem with my shop." Yuan Zhuan bypassed the White Taoist and walked over casually, sitting on the sofa as if chatting with an acquaintance in a peaceful and comfortable manner.
As if by magic, Feng Sanshui's stiff limbs suddenly regained their movement. He scrambled to his feet and knelt upright again with a loud thud, a sound that looked painful, but Feng Sanshui didn't even flinch. "Master, Master, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, I'll never dare to do it again. Don't worry, your shop will be fine tomorrow, absolutely fine! I guarantee that as long as I, Feng Sanshui, live, your shop will be safe. If anyone blind enough to cause you trouble, I, Feng Sanshui, will be the first to not let them get away with it!"
In the face of life and death, Feng Sanshui would spout sweet words as if they were free.
Yuan Zhuan smiled at Feng Sanshui, "As long as you're alive, there's no guarantee you'll be safe once you're gone."
He seems to value his life, but who knows, he might still manage to sabotage her before he dies.
"Who's above you?" To avoid trouble later, Yuan Zhuan still planned to find a base and settle down.
"You want to see Brother Xiong?" Feng Sanshui raised his head, the fear on his face fading somewhat. It was clear that Brother Xiong gave him confidence.
"No interest." Looking for a thug leader? What for? To beat him up?
"If this isn't resolved by 10 a.m. tomorrow, I'll hasten your retribution." Yuan Zhuan casually slapped the lighter he was playing with onto Feng Sanshui's face and said with a smirk.
"What, what do you mean?" Feng Sanshui trembled. What did he mean by the time of retribution?
"Think for yourself." Standing up, Yuan Zhuan passed by Bai Daoren and said, "Considering how difficult cultivation is, I'll give you some advice: don't associate with these people anymore. Your aura is already mixed up, and it won't be long before you stop here. You might even regress. Take care of yourself."
Upon hearing this, the white-robed Taoist's face turned pale, and he froze. His lips twitched as if he wanted to say something, but the other person had already disappeared into the twilight.
The door slammed shut on its own, waking Feng Shanlang and the others.
Completely bewildered, they turned around and saw their eldest brother slumped on the carpet, looking dazed.
At Gymboree Bar, the energetic music and colorful lights create a semi-dark environment. A group of men and women with brightly colored hair shake their heads and sway wildly to the rhythm of the music. The bar is filled with men and women, clinking glasses and whispering sweet nothings, mostly young people.
Inside the private room, a gaunt man was embracing two girls, feeding each other wine and grapes with obvious pleasure. Feng Sanshui knelt at the man's feet, weeping and crying, repeatedly calling for help.
Feng Sanshui followed Xiong Hui around the Tenth Street area, acting as his lackey and always seeking Xiong Hui's help when trouble arose.
The trouble Yuan Zhuan was caused by Xiong Hui's help. The one who tied the knot must untie it, so naturally Xiong Hui had to handle the untying as well.
Perhaps it was because Feng Sanshui's howling was so awful that it made people extremely impatient, that with a bang, Feng Sanshui was kicked away by Xiong Hui, smashing a bunch of wine bottles on the ground.
Xiong Hui's smile vanished. He stood up, his small eyes filled with malice, and stepped forward, stomping his right foot on Feng Sanshui's leg. The latter winced in pain but dared not cry out. "Feng Sanshui, you dog, you coward! Is this how you embarrass me outside? I just shut you down, and you had it lifted the next day. What do you think this place is for? A wishing well?" Xiong Hui couldn't understand how this widow and her son could scare Feng Sanshui into such a coward! It truly made him look at him with new respect!
He was just shut down yesterday, and today he's begging for his rights to be lifted. What will people think of him? How will he maintain his position in the industry?
One can imagine that if he actually called them today to cancel the deal, he would immediately become the laughing stock of the industry! This "red envelope" from the Tenth Street has long been under the watchful eye of Mad Dog's group, who are constantly giving him signals. If he had any dirt on him, wouldn't that Dead Dog be overjoyed?
Thinking about it this way, Xiong Hui became even angrier and kicked Feng Sanshui several times to vent his anger, causing Feng Sanshui to howl in pain.
"Roe deer, go and bring that widow and her child here! I want to see what kind of monster could scare that idiot Feng Sanshui like this!"
When Yuan Zhuan came out, Zhao Yuxiang and Yuan Zhu were already asleep and didn't know she had come out. So she didn't plan to go back too early. She sorted out the things in the warehouse and prepared to exchange them for Zhang Xiaoxiao. This morning, they had already sent a message saying that they had accumulated quite a lot of gold.
As for Feng Sanshui, Yuan Zhuan could basically guess the whole story. This seizure would probably still be a long way off, but she wasn't worried. She now had enough money from the payment authority to last her for a while. Moreover, Cao Ming hadn't finalized the address for the chain supermarket yet, and she was considering whether to open a grain and oil processing plant or a food processing plant.
In the post-apocalyptic world, food is always in demand. Her over-reliance on others for supplies would be troublesome, especially since she possesses the secret of the system. Therefore, being cautious is always the best course of action.
Halfway through the inventory, Yuan Zhuan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Oh no!
The protective formation in the house has been activated!
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