Zhao Bingming was anxious. What was wrong with people these days? This alley was not remote, and it was not too late. It was only 9 o'clock in the evening, and the nightlife had not started yet. However, only three people came in the fifteen minutes after he lay there.
The first two were an elderly couple with poor hearing and could not hear his cries for help. The young woman in front of him seemed to have heard them, but also seemed not to have heard them.
Feeling irritated, he cried for help even louder, "Help me! I'm in the grass! Help me! ... You blind man! Damn it! Help me..."
Jiang Yingjiang calmly pointed at the mangoes on the tree and said, "The mangoes are ripe. It's better to walk closer to the inside to avoid getting hit."
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew, and the mangoes on the mango tree seemed to go crazy and fell between Zhao Bingming's legs.
Because of the strong wind, the mangoes fell down with great force.
"Ah--" Zhao Bingming's scream stopped abruptly. A mango smashed into his mouth, blocking it. All the other mangoes on the tree seemed to have eyes and smashed into his thighs accurately and heavily.
In less than a minute, the cloth between Zhao Bingming's legs and the ground were stained red with blood. He opened his eyes wide, filled with fear and pain. The next second, he closed his eyes and fainted from the pain.
With a "pop", the newspaper blown by the wind covered his face, hiding his distorted features.
If you don't look carefully, no one will notice that there is a person in the grass.
He was in the pile of mangoes, with his face covered with newspaper. If he was lucky, passers-by behind him would find him. If he was unlucky, he would have to wait for the cleaners to come and clean up the garbage tomorrow.
Jiang Yingxue saw enough of his miserable state out of the corner of her eye, smiled contemptuously, and left.
Although the man lost his penis, he was still alive, so Jiang Yingxue had already shown mercy.
From now on, he should be a good father-in-law.
After returning to the rental house, Jiang Yingxue casually hung her bag on the wall. She stood by the window and fell into deep thought.
Recalling the past, she was in a car accident in her previous life and was reborn into a mortal family in the world of immortal cultivation. That family had three daughters and one son. She was the second daughter and had not been valued since childhood. At the age of 5, she was sold to a wealthy family as a maid. She had been a maid for only two days when cultivators from the immortal sect came to the mortal world to select children with spiritual roots. She was lucky enough to be diagnosed with dual spiritual roots of water and wood, and left on the immortal sect's ship.
She had lived in both realms, and only considered her first-life grandparents her own. When she reached the Spiritual Transformation stage, she had tried to find her way back to Blue Water Planet, but to no avail. She had originally planned to ascend to the upper realms before continuing her search, but unexpectedly, a lightning bolt struck her back.
Jiang Yingxue closed her eyes and used her spiritual sense to scan her body and soul.
"Huh?" She smiled when she used her spiritual sense to see the white beads floating above her sea of consciousness.
This white bead is a mustard seed space. After the mustard seed stone is refined, it will become a mustard seed space attached to the cultivator's sea of consciousness. Without external forcible deprivation, as long as the cultivator's sea of consciousness is still there, the mustard seed space will also be there.
Jiang Yingxue is an alchemy practitioner. Discovering, planting, and cultivating spiritual plants is a daily routine for her, and she is very interested in this. Her mustard seed space stores many spiritual plant seeds from the world of immortal cultivation, and her space forest also raises many low- and mid-level demonic beasts for food.
Now I don’t have to worry about food.
The sound of rain gradually subsided, and Jiang Yingxue stood up and opened the window to ventilate.
As she looked up and down, she caught a glimpse of the design manuscript beside her, and then she realized that she still had to go to work.
It was late now, her body and soul were still merging, and she needed rest.
She performed a cleaning spell, but when she looked down, her coat was still dirty.
I think it's because he just returned to his body and sealed most of his spiritual power. He also used most of his spiritual power to punish people in the alley, so he doesn't have enough spiritual power.
"Oh..." Jiang Yingxue sighed resignedly. She went back to her room, got her pajamas and went into the bathroom.
Although she hadn't used electrical appliances such as water heaters for a thousand years, the monk had a good memory and she got the hang of it after just a quick look.
The next day, Jiang Yingxue took a fasting pill and went out.
When I was leaving the community, I heard the security guard and the old men and women who had just returned from buying groceries gossiping.
"I heard that an ambulance pulled someone out of the alley last night. It was a young man." Aunt Wang was carrying a basket full of vegetables, her face full of gossip.
"Oh, I know. It was my grandson who called the ambulance. That man was horrible. There were bloody mangoes everywhere. The rest of his life is ruined." Aunt Luo's grandson, Xiao Luo, often went out with friends late at night and didn't come home until one or two in the morning. Last night, he came back to relieve himself in an alley and stumbled upon Zhao Bingming, who was unconscious. He was so frightened that he thought he was dead and called the police. The police arrived and called an ambulance to take him away. It is said that every man who saw the scene felt a chill in his spine. It was so tragic.
"Oh, what a sin! This young man looks unfamiliar to me and doesn't seem to be from around here." The security guard heard the noise last night and went to take a look. He can recognize familiar faces from people around here, but the one from last night was obviously not from their area.
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Zhao Bingming is really lucky, but the object that was smashed into pieces by the mango can never be restored to its original state.
Jiang Yingxue sneered and stopped paying attention to the matter. She had more important things to deal with next.
8th Floor, Fortune Building.
Jiang Yingxue sat in front of her strange yet familiar workstation, a little dazed. There were two piles of documents on the table, one completed and the other unfinished.
After flipping through it and glancing over it, she rubbed her temples wearily. A thousand years had passed, and she had no interest in these trivial matters that had nothing to do with food or cultivation. But she was still at her post, and she had to complete the corresponding tasks.
Fortunately, monks have good memories. They can find memories from ten thousand years ago, not to mention thousands. Jiang Yingxue quickly completed the unfinished documents according to her past life memories. Then she printed a document and walked to the manager's office.
There was a woman in her 40s sitting in the office. She was wearing a black suit and had a neat makeup look. She was the manager Zheng Wenli.
Zheng Wenli frowned as she looked at the resignation letter on the table. It was the peak season recently. Jiang Yingxue had good working ability and strong stress resistance. She could do the work of three people alone. Zheng Wenli was caught off guard by her sudden resignation and felt uncomfortable. She felt that her plans had been disrupted.
She smiled, put the resignation letter aside, and advised Jiang Yingxue not to resign so easily. "Xiao Jiang, sit down. You've been in the company for a year now, right? I remember you joined right after graduating from college. We 'old guys' have also treated you like our own children and nurtured you with all our heart..."
Playing the emotional card couldn't move Jiang Yingxue. In her previous life, after the company knew that she had offended Zhao Bingming and Shen Jiaqing, they did not hesitate to accuse her of poor ability and causing economic losses to the company, and fired her that morning. At that time, the company did not care about emotions at all.
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