Chapter 52 Path (6)

The sky changes and the clouds curl up, enveloping endless thunder and lightning. Amid the shocked shouts of the association members, Siming lands leisurely, his robes unstained by dust.

A silver dragon hangs in his palm, and lightning flashes from time to time. Almost no one dares to approach him, let alone touch his mold.

"What's wrong, what's wrong!"

"He's going to the place where the president is being assisted!"

"Did the president get into trouble?"

Several people looked at each other and moved in unison. They didn't dare to act rashly, and only followed Siming from a distance.

Passing through the narrow corridor filled with portraits of past presidents, Siming stopped in front of the door of the assistant president with a house number.

As the people behind were preparing to see if the woman would open the door, Siming stretched out his right hand, and his talent spread directly from his palm.

Lightning started from the door, from top to bottom like vines entwining trees, without sound, without any violent reaction, under the extremely concentrated energy, the wooden door collapsed directly into ash.

And these ashes fell straight down without even a wave, without staining the ancient clothes Siming was wearing.

Several members of the association who were secretly observing not far away were shocked. They had almost never heard of such extremely powerful talent control. At the same time, they understood that Siming must have bad intentions, but they didn't know what the reason behind it was.

They subconsciously approached the door and tried to peek.

Under the guidance of the light in Siming's hand, the situation inside the room hidden in the darkness was clearly visible.

In the middle of the bloody flesh and skin in the room, a woman was feeding her child. Her face was full of strange kindness, and her thin lips were forced to smile as hard as she could.

Seeing someone open the door, her entire upper body suddenly lifted up.

"Siming, or should I call you the evil god?"

"Why don't you say anything? This news is spreading everywhere in the city. They all say that Zhou is your most devout and beloved believer."

"Or are you just a fake, so you don't dare to agree?"

The woman's clothes were messy, and her entire upper body was not tied up, but no one would covet her at this moment, because her chest was covered with bloodstains and bite marks, like a pile of rotten meat that had been bitten by ten wolves.

Just one look makes people feel painful.

This scene was reflected in Zhou Ye's eyes, and he suddenly sighed.

He once again realized what the real top leaders of the association think of the grassroots people.

No one could have imagined that the person sent to assist the president was not a woman, but the contaminated baby in her arms.

Yes, thinking of the conversation between the two people he heard in the sandbox with the help of the prism card issued to Dimula, he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Don't let me hear his name spit out of your mouth again." Siming seemed not to see the scene of blood and flesh flying all over the ground, and his sharp eyes pierced directly at the baby in the woman's arms.

Without any words or actions, a strong and suffocating crushing feeling came over her. The gravity on her body seemed to increase five times instantly, and the woman's knees pressed against the ground, and she knelt on the spot.

Faced with such a disadvantage, the woman was not afraid but laughed triumphantly.

Siming, who was standing at the front, did not react, but several curious members of the association who were hiding behind broke out in cold sweat.

The woman used to laugh like this, which made people feel cold.

"What's the point of saying this now?" As the woman spoke, the sticky blood on her chest, mixed with something unknown, slowly flowed down her thighs to the ground, as if she had just had a miscarriage. "Si Ming, you, it's all your fault. You didn't protect him well."

This sentence was like triggering the dragon's reverse scales. Siming's indifferent expression disappeared. He strode into the room. The bloody mud on the ground stuck to the corner of his pure white clothes. He stretched out his hand to hit the baby.

The woman twisted lightly, but she didn't escape from Siming's attack range at all. She used her shoulders to take this move instead of the baby.

The intense pain made her subconscious body tremble, like a gray quail in the cold rain.

"Can you see the expression on your face? It looks scary, but it's actually full of anxiety."

"Are you so afraid of hurting that poor black-haired girl?"

"Your weakness is too obvious and too easy to use." The woman trembled, laughed wildly, and tears flew out of her eyes. "Hahaha!"

"I can save him and make him normal, but what can you give?"

Faced with his extremely provocative words, the man who had been calm before was silent. He turned his face away, as if he didn't want to face this cruel situation.

"If you don't want to be used, you shouldn't show your preference so obviously." The baby in the woman's arms twisted in the swaddling clothes, as if mocking the immaturity of the man in front of him.

The body controlling the vest showed a hint of amusement at the corner of its lips. Fortunately, the Siming vest itself did not show emotions obviously, otherwise the play would not be able to continue.

"What do you want?" After a long time, the man who had remained silent spoke obscurely.

"Let me guess, Zhou Ye should have woken up now, right? You even used the authority given to you by the family to summon such a large pawnshop."

"In the end, you still couldn't save him?" The woman said in a contemptuous tone.

"You must feel very depressed to have fallen to the point of bowing to a guy like me who you don't even look down on." As if she wanted to vent all the anger she had suffered before at once, the woman kept talking, and it was obvious that she was very satisfied with Siming's reaction.

This time, he didn't even turn his body towards the woman, and almost turned his back.

It seems that he has been patient to the extreme.

After enjoying the pleasure of words, the woman casually pulled over a chair, and sat on it without paying attention to the remaining scum, as if she had become the leader of this transaction.

The woman saw that Siming's fists were clenched, and smiled and said: "As a commoner, he actually knew about that thing. This world can no longer accommodate him. Even if he has your protection, what can it do? Even if I stop the invasion this time."

"Don't waste time, tell me what you want?"

"I want half of the things you have in the pawnshop."

"Okay."

This time, because of his straightforwardness, the baby's hands in the cradle that were originally squirming happily stopped moving. The woman's face relaxed for a second, revealing an extremely surprised look, and then returned to normal.

She realized that the stakes she asked for were too small, but it didn't matter, she didn't pay anything in the first place, and even the so-called treatment was just a delaying tactic.

But since the man in front of her seemed so indifferent, she would take more.

She spoke again: "I know you have won over enough people in the association. Since there is no shortage of money and materials, give me all the rights to foreign transactions. Of course, I can keep the rights to Yuntian for..."

"All for you." Siming interrupted directly, with an expression as if he was agreeing to the most insignificant thing.

Once again, to the woman's surprise, the man in front of her directly agreed to such a huge financial expenditure, and even the mention of Zhou Ye made his frown relax, and the baby's body was completely motionless.

In silence, the baby struggled out of the cradle angrily. Taking over the woman's body through his talent could no longer express his extreme emotions at the moment.

And then just one glance.

He was dazzled by the exquisite ancient clothes Siming was wearing.

Damn it, the clothes this man wears may be more expensive than the tax revenue of this impoverished Qingshui City in a whole year, and even have no market. This should definitely be placed in a museum in Yuntian.

He was not only angry about the power being taken away, but also ignited the fire of jealousy, which was directed directly at Zhou Ye.

How could a lowly black-haired civilian have so many people to help him, Siming, Tan Yue, and even Zhong Liu, who he knew could really interfere in the situation in Yuntian.

This guy was so lucky even when he was dying.

The woman's chest, which was covered with wounds, was gasping for breath. "I also want Zhou Ye to quit the association. He can never be the president!"

The man in front of him was finally moved by the words, and a sneer appeared on his calm face: "Of course I can give the position to you."

"But can you sit still?"

"Even if he quits, we will completely leave Qingshui City and let you become the president in the true sense. Can you stop any wave of alien invasion?"

"This..." The woman was speechless and gritted her teeth for a long time before speaking again, "Let's each take a step back. Zhou Ye, no, you and the Resurrection Witch! You must not reach into the department I control."

"Security, management and other random departments are all given to you, and all financial income-related matters belong to me."

"Okay." The baby's request hit the mark of Zhou Ye.

Any personnel changes in other departments would have a significant impact on the entire Qingshui City. He was planning to include the outer city in his jurisdiction.

Only the financial department could not change the framework. At most, it would take a large amount of income into its own arms.

This was exactly what Zhou Ye had the most. As long as the point cards and supplies had a stunning value, he could have as many as he wanted.

Moreover, looking at the woman in front of him who was already complacent, as if she had imagined her future life.

The original body, who was still in the small house on the second floor, showed a hint of not-so-obvious interest on his face. His trap had been set in advance, waiting for the prey to step in.

And he would muster up his spirits and fully appreciate the beauty of the prey's dying struggle.

Suddenly, the ring filled with moon energy suddenly became hot, and Zhou Ye was instantly pulled out of his extremely satisfied mood.

He covered his mouth. The moon energy that usually only served as a reminder conflicted with the pollution in his body. He opened his hand, and his palm was already soaked with dirty blood.

After reaching a consensus, the transaction between the two was completely completed. Siming raised his left hand and stretched out a teleportation door out of thin air.

Then he opened a crack in the door to block the horrific and bloody scene behind him.

"Siming, cough, I said I'm much better now, don't worry about me."

The woman stood in the dark and saw Zhou Ye's gray face and the way he hurriedly covered up the blood in his palm. She glanced at Siming, and he also saw it clearly, but did not ask any questions.

"I know." He said this softly and gently. "But it would be better if you can recover faster, right?"

Then he turned his back, with a look of ugliness on his face that everyone

could see. "Find some clothes that look presentable." He said coldly.

"Forget it."

Siming stretched out his hand directly through the air, and an ordinary cloak appeared in his hand. He threw it on the woman like trash, and stepped back to Zhou Ye's room.

The woman took the clothes and put them on, covering all the blood stains, and walked through the door without hesitation.

In the pure white space, the plastic flower shouted "Great", and instantly recorded the scanned data in the small notebook in the space.

"Leave quickly when you're done." Fu Yue sat on the bed, her body close to Zhou Ye, maintaining the appearance of inputting moon energy.

The woman was holding a child in her arms, but it was not visible under her coat. She did not approach Zhou Ye, but took a deep breath first, and instantly distinguished that the pollution she released was divided into several parts.

"What a good trick, President Zhou." She sarcastically said.

"What?" Sitting in a wheelchair, Zhou Ye was carefully covering his palm with a tissue, showing a puzzled expression, and looked at Siming who had just walked back with an inquiring look.

Siming did not respond to her, as if he did not want to be exposed, but just urged: "Don't do unnecessary things."

The woman did not do anything weird this time, opened her mouth, and in a blink of an eye, a blue-purple light flashed in the room. Starting from Zhou Ye, a bloody energy was extracted from him, followed by the vests.

At least tens of minutes, all the visible pollution was extracted.

"Feeling better?" The woman looked at Zhou Ye with a fake smile.

"Much better, thank you." Zhou Ye seemed to not know who she was, and there was a little confusion in his smile, but his instinctive gentleness and courtesy made him politely thank her.

Seeing the anger on Qi Yue's face that was difficult to suppress and could not be put into action in front of Zhou Ye, she pushed open the portal with a smile that was difficult to wipe away and went back.

"Now there are two data, which can almost rule out random variables." The plastic flower recorded the talent data detected through the portal this time. "Well, it is very similar to Zhou Zhou's talent, right!"

Its two plastic eyes looked at the baby as if it saw a rare animal.

Is he a guy who started with the same talent as Zhou Zhou, but ended up developing in a different direction?

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"Ah, you are..."

In the assistant president's office, several employees who had just been hiding and peeking from a distance were startled by the person teleporting over. Just as they were about to ask questions, they were all squinted by the woman with extremely sinister eyes.

"I am the assistant president," the woman's soft and curved face originally looked sweet, but her expression was like a scar covering it, giving her a hint of the meanness of the woman she once was.

Several members nodded in succession. One of them suppressed her fear and raised her head to ask, "Does this place need to be cleaned?"

"Of course," the woman asked as if she had heard the most stupid question, "right away!"

Several people suddenly had an idea and backed out of the room.

Looking at their receding figures, the woman took out the certification card that Siming had just given her from her pocket.

She didn't observe for too long before walking through the corridor and out the door. At the gate of the association, a rickshaw driver immediately came up to her with an extremely flattering smile on his face.

"Have you officially completed your employment? That was great. Do you need me to take you back?" This was the driver who had picked up Dimula twice.

"I knew that the person whom President Dimula valued so much must be an outstanding talent, so after sending him off, I hurried back to pick you up to the association. I didn't even ask for the fare just now."

Unexpectedly, the woman who was very respectful and polite to him when she came here, now casually ignored him with eyes that looked at garbage and stinkbugs, and raised her hand to hail a carriage.

He quickly pulled his rickshaw to the front, with a very aggrieved look on his face: "You can't just get into the association and forget your old benefactors in the past. I have taken care of your business a lot in the past."

"Really?" The woman saw his blocking action, finally took him into her eyes, and her face fell.

"Yes." The driver showed an obscene smile, but the woman in front of him was wearing a burqa that covered her body completely. He could only look at the woman's feet in dismay.

He noticed the blood on her fingertips and shuddered.

"Then take me to the most popular pawnshop right now." The woman's expression was calm. "Do you know?"

The driver wiped the sweat from his forehead and dared not talk nonsense anymore. He carried his cart and set off.

Behind him, Dimula crouched down. He was hiding under a very tall and strong tree. In front of him was Ding Xiang with a wooden expression.

Seeing the woman leave, Dimula naturally put on his noble airs again, coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, pointed at Ding Xiang and continued: "I know you have a good relationship with that Zhou Ye."

"Now you just work for me honestly, be careful, and take pictures of what Zhou Ye does every day, whether he goes out or not." "

If it is discovered, just say it was your own idea and you wanted to show everyone the new president."

"Don't, don't involve me, especially in assisting the president, understand?"

"I know." Ding Xiang nodded woodenly, holding the camera he used to record his past life.