Chapter 112 Lead Him Away
It must be no small matter that Duan Anluo had a bad premonition.
Si Cang didn't hesitate, "Let's make preparations early."
Duan Anluo teased him: "I just have a feeling, no evidence. Aren't you afraid that I'm wrong and it will cause you trouble?"
"You won't." Si Cang hugged him tightly, "I believe in your ability."
Duan Anluo raised the corner of his mouth, looked up at the night sky, and said, "Then let's get ready."
His eyes grew colder. "No matter who it is, no matter what our past relationship was, after killing so many people, they deserve death. I will not show mercy."
"I'll help you."
"Don't worry, when there's danger, I'll definitely hide behind you."
"So ruthless?" Si Cang thought of the scene when Duan Anluo abandoned him without hesitation when they were fighting for resentment in the cave, and there was a bit of resentment in his tone.
Duan Anluo's eyes curved with laughter. "If I run slowly, I'll hold you back. As long as you don't let others get close to me, I can guarantee that no one can hurt you."
In the past, he had many immortals protecting him, and they were all more powerful than the ones he has now. He would never confront the enemy head-on, let alone now? He didn't want to be beaten.
Si Cang teased, "So confident?"
"Of course, can you protect me?"
Si Cang looked at his flamboyant eyebrows and chuckled, his voice steady and deep: "I won't let you die before me."
"That's fine." Duan Anluo turned his head and looked towards the sky. This world's Destined Child had already appeared, heading towards the imperial capital. Perhaps we wouldn't have to wait for the snow to fall before we could meet.
He stretched his body and said lazily, "Don't think about it anymore, let's go to bed."
Si Cang leaned closer, his voice hinting, "I can't sleep."
"Then count the stars here." Before he could finish his words, his earlobe was suddenly bitten lightly. Duan Anluo's eyes widened, "Who did you learn this from? You're getting worse and worse!"
Si Cang's voice came closer: "Do something else."
"I'm busy," Duan Anluo raised his hand and pressed it against Si Cang's face, with a smile in his eyes, "I'm busy dreaming."
"You've been saying this these past few days." Si Cang wrapped his arm around his waist, picked him up with one hand, and walked straight to the bedroom.
Who can bear to eat one meal and then go hungry for three days?
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The next morning, Duan Anluo was woken up by a call from Assistant Fang.
Duan Anluo was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. He groped for his cell phone in a daze and said "Hello" in a hoarse voice.
Assistant Fang urged anxiously, "Come to headquarters. I've prepared everything here and need your cooperation in filming some stuff."
Duan Anluo couldn't even open his eyes. He buried his face in the pillow and asked sullenly, "...How can I cooperate?"
"Take a few photos, and other people will have to believe you even if you say so, right?"
Duan Anluo turned over lazily, his tone drawn out: "Okay, then you have to take a good-looking picture for me."
"That's enough! Who would look good crawling out of the dirt?" Assistant Fang knew he was still asleep from the sound of his voice. He asked disdainfully, "What time is it now? Are you still asleep? Were you binge-watching TV again last night?"
"Well," Duan Anluo quickly brought the subject back to the topic, "There's a cenotaph for me in the mountains behind Xuanmen, and there's another tomb in the mountains. Which one do you think is more realistic for me to crawl out of?"
"Hehe, that's what I thought too. Only if you put on a complete show will people believe you. You don't have to go to the scene, we can shoot it at headquarters. Whatever scenery you want, we can create it on site. I've already built it."
Duan Anluo reminded: "It would be best to have a photo of the Xuanmen Back Mountain as the background."
"Don't worry, I've already asked someone to take the photo. Just come over here and I'll take a photo of your back."
Inside the president's office at headquarters, the uncle strolled out, his hands behind his back. The two young men were so full of tricks, he didn't know whether he should sympathize with their rivals.
Duan Anluo gradually regained his spirits. "Explain my black energy too. People who practice cultivation recognize spiritual energy. I'm different now, so they might not recognize it."
"Okay, come on, finish it this afternoon and send it out in the evening."
Duan Anluo suddenly remembered something, "Fang Fang, your ancestors' surname was Mo, right?"
"Yeah, I have my mother's last name."
Duan Anluo smiled and said, "Your ancestors once had a top scholar."
"Well, I heard from my dad that it's recorded in the family tree."
"You look a lot like him."
"Who? My top scholar ancestor?"
"Yes." Duan Anluo opened his eyes. "I have his calligraphy. After I die, my disciples buried it with me in my cenotaph. If there's a chance to dig it out and it's not rotten, I'll give it to you."
There should be some other things. We saw a lot of them when Big Goose took the little fairies to dig holes last time.
I guess the mountain protection formation in the forbidden area is about to become ineffective, so we really need to dig it out and preserve it well.
Assistant Fang said excitedly: "I'll buy you a good shovel!"
"Um, can I dig out my burial objects? I still have a tomb." Duan Anluo asked seriously, "Now that I've been recognized, can you return the things in the museum to me?"
Assistant Fang was speechless, "...You wish."
Duan Anluo said regretfully, "I thought everything could be taken out. What hasn't been dug out of the tomb, can I dig it out?"
Assistant Fang asked curiously, "What did you do at home before?"
Who among ordinary people can build a cemetery in the mountains?
Duan Anluo had a nice idea. The country was currently carrying out rescue excavations, but he actually wanted to take his own burial objects. It seemed that there were quite a lot of things in there.
Duan Anluo said seriously: "My great-grandfather was a bandit. He fought with people everywhere, seized territory, and recruited followers.
My grandfather turned over a new leaf and later joined the army, where he continued to fight and recruit younger brothers.
Then my grandfather had seven sons. My eldest uncle was the most promising one. He was good at both literature and martial arts. He brought my uncles to help my grandfather continue fighting and recruit younger brothers.
My father is the youngest and is a second-generation rich man. He only knows how to live off his past and can't fight.
I am a spendthrift, I only know how to spend money, I don’t know how to fight, I don’t know how to recruit followers, I only know how to tell fortunes.”
Assistant Fang had already heard from his nonsense that his identity was not simple, and told him: "You should stop digging. You can't dig out the things in the mountain behind Xuanmen. No one will care. Don't even think about the rest."
Duan Anluo thought to himself, there is no other way, I can only let my little fairies go.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Assistant Fang reminded him: "You can't let Xiaobai and the others go, otherwise it will be tomb robbery and you will all be arrested."
Duan Anluo: “…”
My heart is completely cold.
Si Cang asked coldly, "There's the top scholar's calligraphy, or is there a jade pendant passed down from a young general?"
Duan Anluo instantly perked up, his eyes widening. "Who told you that? No, are you investigating me again?"
Si Cang explained slowly: "If we want to find out who is hostile to you, we must check the people around you. The Si family has its own intelligence network. A quick check will reveal...
Duan Anluo was anxious, "That's all nonsense! Unofficial history! Don't believe it, it's slander!"
Si Cang calmly watched his explanation, finding it quite interesting and wanting to tease him, "Is this all a misunderstanding?"
"Well, they were all given to me by people who asked me to tell their fortunes."
"Fortune telling and giving away heirlooms?"
"Heirlooms are valuable!"
"It is said that the night-shining pearl given to you by the richest man in Jiangnan is bigger than the tribute."
"I make money by following Feng Shui. Which businessman doesn't want smooth sailing?"
"And there are also courtesans from all over the country..."
Before Si Cang finished speaking, Duan Anluo sat up and said, "Bullshit! Nonsense! Slander! I was just listening to a song, where do all these rumors come from? If I really do something, my eldest brother will break my legs."
Si Cang suppressed his laughter and watched him explain, "And..."
"They're all fake," Duan Anluo nervously pulled Si Cang's hand and coaxed him, "They're not as pretty as you, not as skilled as you, not as good-looking as you, and not as kind-hearted as you. I don't like them. Don't believe them."
Si Cang was happy after being coaxed and stopped teasing him. "Want to get up and eat something, or go back to sleep?"
"I'm not going to sleep anymore," Duan Anluo hugged Si Cang's waist and put his face on Si Cang's chest, "I'm going to find Fang Fang. The plan needs to be accelerated. I can't wait any longer."
Before leaving, Duan Anluo turned back and looked at his apprentice who was taking extra lessons.
On the soul-nourishing tree on the table, the soul of Han Xiaoqian's sister was leisurely swinging her little feet, quietly accompanying her brother to do exercises.
As soon as she saw Duan Anluo coming back, she immediately raised her little hand and greeted him with a smile.
Duan Anluo's eyes softened, and he rubbed her head with a smile, "Good girl."
The cram school teacher standing by turned pale.
He couldn't see, but from the layout of the room he could guess that there might be something here that he couldn't see.
Looking at Duan Anluo's movements again, the teacher suddenly felt a chill on his back and his hair stood on end!
Duan Anluo saw through his thoughts at a glance, curled the corners of his lips, and said with a smile: "Add more money, another two hundred a day."
The teacher calmed down instantly and straightened his back: How can ghosts be as scary as poverty?
"I'll leave my child in your care. Feel free to contact me if you have any questions." Duan Anluo arranged everything and left with Si Cang.
As he walked out of the door, he paused, looked up at the newly opened teahouse on the corner, and said softly, "Hmm?"
Si Cang's gaze also fell there. The feeling of being spied on just now was indeed not an illusion.
"Let's go," Duan Anluo tugged at Si Cang's sleeve, his tone normal, "Stop looking."
Si Cang didn't say anything, but he had already made up his mind: It doesn't matter if he can't find out, he will find someone to test it, and if he pushes them too far, all the clues will be exposed.
The middle-aged man who had just been standing by the teahouse window gasped and exclaimed in a low voice, "These two are truly perceptive! Even from such a distance, they could actually sense me watching them... Master, we must be more cautious from now on."
He originally planned to take those children hostage, but he didn't expect that there were already experts protecting them nearby, and countless formations were set up throughout the street.
The arrangement and the way of concealing the aura are so similar to that person.
If he didn't know for sure that the man had already died, he would almost think... that it was him who came back.
The young man raised his lips coldly upon hearing this, "Are you thinking of being cautious now? I'm afraid it's too late."
The housekeeper asked anxiously in a low voice, "What do you mean?"
"They have become suspicious, there is no point in hiding anymore. We must lure the troublemaker away before they make a move." His face became increasingly gloomy, his knuckles unconsciously digging into the table. Si Cang stayed close to the fake, protecting him so closely that there was no way to start!
There was a faint red in his eyes, and the sinister look accumulated between his brows made the butler's heart beat wildly, and a strong sense of unease arose in his heart.
Sure enough, I heard the master say, "The people in the guild have been too idle lately."
The two of them are too close.
Even if they were just similar in appearance, he couldn't tolerate the imitation being stained with someone else's scent. The thought of it made him unable to suppress his bloodthirsty impulse, and the violent rage surging in his heart was ignited once again. "Let those hiding in the dark move."
The housekeeper hurriedly dissuaded him: "Action now? But the things in the lab are still unstable. What if they find out..."
"It doesn't matter." The young man interrupted indifferently, a hint of sarcasm on his lips, "Human greed is endless. If this batch dies, we can just find another one."
The housekeeper was anxious, but didn't dare to say anything more.
The owner was obviously controlled by his emotions at this moment. He had thrown all the long-term plans and careful arrangements out of his mind and was only concerned with venting his unhappiness.
If this continues, they will probably follow in the footsteps of that organization, suffer heavy losses, and never recover. They will be dug out bit by bit by the guild members and all of them will die.
"This world is inherently dull," the young man said, looking out the window, his eyes filled with mockery. "Husbands and wives, mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law, mothers and children, friends, colleagues... the world is filled with resentment and filth. With a little guidance, who among them wouldn't be suitable for us?"
He smiled sarcastically, still unable to understand why Duan Anluo insisted on saving such a world?
"You dare to question me now." The young man did not turn around, but his voice suddenly became low and chilling.
"I dare not." Cold sweat seeped out of the butler's back, and he could only bite the bullet and reply, "I will arrange it right away."
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