Chapter 21 Hey! Another three-in-one update
Even though the demon barrier had been cleared, the boss still seemed possessed, shaking his head and rejecting Duan Anluo's words: "He is not a monster, he is not, not..."
If he refuses to repent, he will not acknowledge his own son.
Duan Anluo was furious at the boss's attitude. He checked and found that there was indeed still some of the child's obsession left in the mask.
Duan Anluo pulled it out directly and slapped it into the boss's mind, "Take a good look at what you have done!"
"Snap!" The bamboo ruler left a white mark on the desk. The boy huddled in the corner, clutching the math test paper with a score of 38. His father's eyes were as big as bells, and the veins on his neck were bulging, as if he was about to rush over and strangle him to death.
"I work hard every day to support your education, and this is all you give me in return?" The father grabbed the homework book and threw it at the child's face. "Just like your mother, you're a useless piece of trash! All you do is cry!"
The boy held his head in his hands, eyes closed, afraid to look at his father's ferocious expression. He had beaten his mother when she was alive. After she died of illness, he started beating him again. He always placed his hopes on others, and when the restaurant's business was failing, he never looked for his own faults.
Until his father finished smashing everything on the table, his ears finally quieted down. The boy opened his eyes in fear and saw the photo of his mother on the floor. It was taken before his mother got sick. In the photo, she was smiling at him. Now the glass of the photo frame was broken, and the crack just crossed his mother's face.
The boy wanted to pick it up, but the next second his father grabbed his collar and dragged him to the desk, "You can't go to bed until you finish these papers tonight!"
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The boy stood at the school gate, watching the last parent leave with an umbrella. The head teacher patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go back and tell your father that you have made great progress this time."
The boy shook his head. He had known this would happen.
My dad once said: If you don’t rank in the top ten, don’t even think about embarrassing me!
This time he ranked 35th, a 10-place improvement from last time. But so what? He still couldn't make it into the top ten.
He tried really hard, but he just couldn't understand many of the questions. The teacher explained them to him three times individually, but he still couldn't understand. He wanted to take tutoring on the weekends, but his father said it was useless and that he shouldn't try to cheat him out of his money. He was better off helping out in the store.
The boy looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, and rain mixed with tears flowed down. Soon his heart was wet, just like his father's eyes when he looked at him, cold.
When he got home, his father was on the phone. The boy, soaking wet, stood at the door and heard his father say to the other end of the phone, "Don't mention it, that loser in my family..."
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The increasing pressure caused the boy to suffer from depression. He didn't dare to tell anyone and didn't want to talk. Every time he saw his father, he was instinctively afraid and even felt anxious when being in the same space with him.
He didn't want to go home after school, suffered from severe insomnia at night, and felt physically nauseous when he heard his father's voice. He had researched online and found that this physical reaction was due to the severe psychological trauma this person had left him.
And this person turned out to be his father.
It became increasingly difficult for him to concentrate in class. He felt dazed every day and didn't even want to eat. His grades also declined significantly.
When it came to him, he was beaten again.
Finally, he mustered up the courage to cut his wrists with a blade.
The boy smiled as the bright red blood flowed.
This feeling of life passing by was a relief for him.
Will he be able to see his mother after he dies? He missed her so much. Blood dripped onto the towel left by his mother, like plum blossoms. The boy suddenly remembered his mother touching his head and saying before she died: "Our Xiaojie, as long as you are healthy and happy..."
He was shaking all over, not knowing if it was because the ground was too cold or because he had lost too much blood, but his body temperature was dropping rapidly. But Mom, I'm not happy at all... Please come and pick me up...
As the blood began to flow more and more and his vision began to blur, his father rushed in. He slapped him hard, "You rebellious son who's collecting debts! You dared to commit suicide? Do you want others to stab me in the back?"
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The boy in the mirror looked pale. He didn't die and was beaten again after being discharged from the hospital.
He thought of the sphinx he had seen in the shop last week. The stall owner said it could grant all wishes. If only there was something that could make him become the "good son" his father wanted.
The scene disappeared, and the boss was still muttering to himself: "Waste, waste is waste..."
Good, very good.
Duan Anluo was certain that there was no hope.
He laughed out of anger and reached into Si Cang's trouser pocket to pull out his ID. "Can I kill him with this ID?"
If he can, he will take an exam.
"Ordinary people cannot be killed." Si Cang lowered his eyes and glanced at his pocket, his brows slightly raised. The sickly man took his things easily, his technique comparable to that of a thief. He suspected that he had practiced before.
Duan Anluo stuffed the certificate back angrily, deciding not to take the exam if it was useless!
He pointed at the boss lying on the ground and said, "According to your rules, what should we do with this scum?"
Si Cang said only two words into the phone: "Logistics."
After a while, footsteps were heard outside the door, and the logistics team came in one after another. Their efficiency was astonishingly high, and the whole process took no more than three minutes.
Duan Anluo sighed, "The government is so quick to act, just as efficient as when they arrested me."
Si Cang raised his eyebrows, government office?
Duan Anluo's eyes shifted, and he noticed the curve of the sphinx's mouth had widened, a smile of triumph, yet also of mockery. He picked it up and examined it carefully, sensing a hint of resentment. "Next, let's check this skewer; it's problematic."
Si Cang took it, looked at it, and then handed it to the logistics team.
But Duan Anluo was still furious and turned around to kick his boss twice.
The logistics team was stunned and looked at Si Cang. Seeing that he didn't stop, one young man asked tentatively: "Brother, do you want a few more kicks on the other side?"
Duan Anluo happily kicked him twice more.
Two people from the logistics team turned the boss over and asked Duan Anluo, "Brother, do you want a couple of hits from the side?"
Duan Anluo looked down at his shoes and said, "Forget it, my shoes are dirty." These shoes were bought for him by his young disciple at a street stall. He spent a huge amount of money, 49 yuan, and he couldn't let them be wasted.
He suddenly squatted down, looked into the boss's eyes, and said word by word: "I curse you to be helpless in your old age, and to be possessed by bad luck for the rest of your life, with no fortune at all."
The people in logistics said that this bastard really pissed off the master. Look, he was so angry that he even started cursing.
However, Si Cang saw a wisp of black energy wrapped around the boss's body. This was a curse that had come true.
Duan Anlu was satisfied. He went to the next door store and bought a bag of popsicles. He opened a big pudding and took a big bite. The cool and sweet feeling instantly neutralized the remaining anger and made him feel much more comfortable.
No wonder Hou Qing, that chatterbox, likes to curse people so much. It feels so good when his curses come true.
Duan Anluo held a popsicle in his mouth and handed the plastic bag to Si Cang: "Here, pick one."
Si Cang looked at the colorful wrapping paper and frowned slightly: "?"
Duan Anluo caught a glimpse of the dragon-patterned ring on his finger, which shone coldly in the sunlight. He curled his lips and said, "Forget it. It's hard to explain to people like you who were raised in aristocratic families." He deliberately shook the plastic bag, making it rustle loudly. "Just pick what I told you to. Why are you so particular?"
Si Cang refused coldly: "I don't want to eat."
"Tsk tsk tsk," Duan Anluo shook his head, "Summer is incomplete without popsicles."
Then he handed the bag to the logistics team, "Here are some for you to eat."
The guys in the logistics team's eyes lit up. Seeing that Si Cang didn't object, they cleverly said, "Brother, just put it aside. We'll share it when we're done."
Duan Anluo placed his popsicle on the table and curiously approached the support staff. They swiftly lifted their boss onto a stretcher, placed the woody corpse into a specially made body bag, and even sampled and sealed the puddle of water on the ground in a special container.
Someone was scanning the area with an instrument. Duan Anluo had seen something similar on his phone, like a giant magnifying glass. Curious, he asked, "What is this?"
Good-looking and good-tempered people are always treated favorably wherever they go, and he's even more so because he's capable and bought them popsicles. The young man flipping noodles for the boss explained, "This is a spiritual energy detector. It can capture residual spiritual energy and negative magnetic fields. We can amplify and analyze it back to track down the source."
"Amazing!" Duan Anluo's eyes lit up. Modern people are so smart. They're much faster than humans with the help of tools. People can make mistakes, but machines can't.
The look in his eyes when he praised was particularly sincere. Xu Qun's ears felt hot under his gaze and he unconsciously glanced at him a few more times.
"Can you help me scan this later?" Duan Anluo took out the Sphinx. "I want to compare my findings with the results of the machine inspection to see if there are any differences."
Xu Qun nodded readily: "Okay, I'll help you scan it after I finish checking."
"Thank you! Call me when you're done." Duan Anluo ran to another instrument and asked, "What kind of treasure is this?"
"Purifier." Another team member continued, "Crime scenes tend to accumulate negative energy. After the spiritual energy is revived, such places are most likely to be haunted."
Si Cang turned around and saw that Duan Anluo had become acquainted with the logistics team. Like bees drawn to nectar, the young men rushed to answer his questions. Even more outrageous, no one had even asked about the origins of this man without any identification.
The same was true for Bai Ziyue. Although it was the first time he met Duan Anluo, the two of them were able to chat for a long time. Sometimes Duan Anluo's response was irrelevant, but Bai Ziyue could still continue the conversation. The two of them chatted with great interest.
What kind of martial arts did Duan Anluo practice that gave him such affinity?
He uses the Soul-Devouring Banner, can curse, is skilled in stealing, does not know the English alphabet, and does not recognize the Sphinx.
But his profile showed that Duan Anluo, a graduate of a prestigious university and a top student in fine arts, was doing something completely different from what he had learned before.
Thinking about how the white snake wanted to pounce on Duan Anluo when she saw him, that kind of intimacy made Si Cang even doubt whether Duan Anluo was a human?
If Duan Anluo didn't have any signs of being possessed by another body, and even had the protection of the Heavenly Dao, he would have suspected that the previous Duan Anluo was dead, and this one was possessed by a lonely soul, or some kind of demon.
As soon as this nonsensical thought came up, Si Cang pinched his forehead. That damn contract always made him subconsciously pay attention to Duan Anluo's every move. This feeling of being out of control made him a little irritated.
Soon, Xu Qun finished scanning the Sphinx ornament and found that the resentment left on it was exactly the same as the resentment in the boy's body. "Brother, Cui Yang's family also found this kind of resentment. The legs of the table lying on its side were wrapped with a thick layer of tape. It seems that the wood was used to repair the table later."
Is it also made of wood? Duan Anluo nodded and took the sphinx: "Do you still use this thing?"
"No need. We have already made records. We can trace the source when we return to see if there are any similar evil things."
Duan Anluo absorbed the remaining resentment, only to see another scene: at the entrance to a small village in the ravine, a half-dead old peach tree cast a fierce shadow in the moonlight. Beneath the tree, a damp earthy smell wafted, as several men, wielding hoes, dug a pit over two meters across.
Several women took the thin woman to the edge of the pit and kicked her into the pit.
The woman struggled to climb up, and a man swung a hoe and hit her shoulder hard. The sound of broken bones mixed with her screams. The man cursed: "Bitch! I'll let you cheat!"
"I didn't!" The woman's face was covered in blood, her fingers dug into the soil so hard that her nails were turned up.
In the crowd, an old woman clutched a child tightly, covering her mouth to prevent her from speaking. The child, about three or four years old, stared fiercely at the diggers with her dark, eerie eyes.
The man swung the hoe again, hitting the woman on the head. She fell down and her face instantly dyed red with blood.
Seeing the woman fall silent, some of the onlookers began to panic and backed away. The man's hands were shaking, but he still gritted his teeth and cursed, "You damned whore! I'll teach you how to cheat on me!"
The woman suddenly burst out with the last of her strength, stretched out her hands, and tried to climb up, "I don't have it!"
"Bullshit!" the man swung his hoe and hit the woman's fingers. "I saw Zhang the Peddler sneak out of your house with my own eyes!"
"Yes! We all saw it!" Many people in the crowd echoed, "Whore! Bury her now! If word gets out, no girl in our village will ever get married. It's such a disgrace!"
At this moment, the child broke free from the old woman and rushed out, "Mom! That night I heard Widow Wang from the next village tell Dad that she was pregnant with a boy, and when Mom died, she would take the family property and marry my Dad. Dad also said he was going to hire a peddler to knock on Mom's door."
The enraged crowd suddenly fell silent. After a moment of silence, the woman suddenly burst into wild laughter. "You will all die a miserable death! Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go!"
The white-haired old woman in the crowd was the first to come to her senses. She rushed over and slapped the girl hard, "You evil creature! How dare you slander your father for your mother! Bury her quickly! The peach tree can suppress evil spirits. Suppress this whore's lustful spirit!"
Shovels of yellow earth fell on him, mixed with the woman's blood, and buried him under the old peach tree.
Overnight, the half-dead old peach tree was suddenly covered with peach blossoms, each one as red as blood.
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Duan Anluo was silent for a long time. Whose memory was this? A woman? A girl? It couldn't be Taoshu's, could it?
The clones he dispersed last night couldn't be identified as male or female. What does this scene have to do with the resentment in the string ornaments?
He took the ornament to the logistics guy again and said, "Can you help me check again? Is this carved from peach wood? And are the table legs at Cui Yang's house also made of peach wood? It would be best if we could find out if they came from the same tree."
Duan Anluo didn't know how advanced the current technology was, but just seeing them using the instrument to sweep the wall seemed very impressive.
Xu Qun picked up the wooden carving, looked around, and said with a smile, "This is easy. Just wait, we'll find out in a moment."
Duan Anluo sighed. He saw a very true sentence on the Internet: the bolder the people, the more fertile the land. He used to think it was bragging, but now he understands that these days as long as you dare to think, you can accomplish anything.
If he dared to think a little more, would his son Yuan'er be able to get full marks in the exam and become the top scholar in the future, bringing honor to the family?
The next second, Duan Anluo rejected this idea and shook his head in self-mockery: "I am also blinded by my thoughts."
Si Cang saw his expression kept changing, lowered his head and asked, "Is there a problem?"
Duan Anluo pondered, "If this is made of peach wood, and the woman died unjustly and was buried under the peach tree, it makes sense that the peach tree, being old and spiritual, would have absorbed the woman's blood and bones, regained its life, and at the same time absorbed their resentment."
Si Cang was puzzled. "What woman? What peach tree?"
Duan Anluo pondered the matter, "How could that peach tree survive until now? And how did it become a wooden sculpture? This time, we might not just be encountering a ghost, but a peach tree spirit. And the peach tree spirit was chopped down and turned into a wooden sculpture."
Si Cang put his hands in his pockets and listened quietly. His patience was now frightening. As long as Duan Anluo didn't talk nonsense to him, he would listen patiently.
Duan Anluo sighed compassionately: "Things have come to this..."
He stopped talking and kept looking at Si Cang.
Si Cang thought he was waiting for his response, so he rarely responded to his question: "How is it?"
Duan Anluo waved his hand, as casually as if he were waving his sleeves, "Let's eat first."
Si Cang: “…”
Duan Anluo was open-minded. There was no point in getting anxious. If he couldn't figure it out, he could just let it go. He would wait until the logistics team finished analyzing and found all the resentful wood before making the next plan.
He glanced at his phone; it was almost one o'clock. He had just made some money in the past two days, so he transferred three thousand yuan to Jiang Yuan for pocket money. As he was transferring the money, he asked Si Cang, "What do you want to eat for lunch? I'll treat you."
"Whatever." Si Cang has never had any requirements for food, as long as he can fill his stomach.
Duan Anluo shook his head helplessly. This person was too boring. Sooner or later, he would have to find a beautiful woman who was soft and fragrant. When the time came, he would spend all his money on her. She would just have to accompany him to eat, drink and have fun. It would be better if she would praise him all the time for money.
There were many snack shops on this street, and Duan Anluo picked and chose before finally stopping at a place selling cold noodles. He had seen this kind of cold noodles online before, and it could be served with vegetables and ice, and it was said to taste sour and sweet, and particularly refreshing.
The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and Duan Anluo was almost wilting. He was not even interested in his favorite food, "Technology and Hard Work".
Five minutes later, Si Cang stared at the three bowls of cold noodles piled up like a mountain in front of him, a vein throbbing on his forehead. "Are you going to pay tribute to me?"
Duan Anluo held his normal-sized bowl of noodles and slowly picked out the cucumber shreds from it and ate, "I was worried you wouldn't be full."
The corners of Si Cang's mouth twitched slightly. He looked like a glutton?
No matter how much Si Cang ate, he could only finish two bowls. Duan Anluo looked at him secretly, his eyes clearly showing that he was such a loser that he couldn't even finish three bowls of noodles.
People who are tall and love to practice martial arts have big appetites. The bodyguards he hired in the past were all big eaters, so he has experience with that.
Si Cang couldn't finish it, so he could only say that he couldn't do it.
People who have experienced hunger are reluctant to waste even a little bit of food. Just as Duan Anluo was hesitating about what to do with this bowl of noodles, Xu Qun ran over, holding the wood carving in his hand. "Brother, you're right. This thing is indeed made of peach wood. The table legs at Cui Yang's house are also peach wood. They come from the same tree."
"You're really capable." Duan Anluo's eyes curved into crescents, and he pushed the remaining noodles forward. "You haven't eaten yet, right? Can you have something to eat?"
Xu Qun waved his hands with red ears: "No, no need! We have bought food, I will go back to eat, call me if you need anything!" After saying that, he turned around and wanted to run away like a rabbit.
Si Cang grabbed the corner of his clothes, like grabbing a rabbit's tail, and said, "Eat first, then leave."
Xu Qun was no longer red. He sat down to eat noodles with a serious face, as if he was completing some kind of ritual.
Duan Anluo quietly gave a thumbs up, well done~
Si Cang raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Let's go."
Duan Anluo patted Xu Qun on the shoulder and said, "Take your time to eat. We'll be leaving first."
Xu Qun looked up at him, a blush creeping up on his face, but the moment Si Cang turned around, his blush instantly cooled down.
Si Cang nodded to him as a greeting.
After they left, Duan Anluo gossiped with Si Cang, "Did you see that guy's face just now? It was red and white. This cold noodle has a good cooling effect."
Si Cang nodded in agreement, "There's ice in it, so it does have a good cooling effect."
Duan Anluo returned to the car with Si Cang and looked at the information sent by the logistics department. "We need to check the source of the wood. There are still so many people who need to be rescued. It's troublesome."
Si Cang turned on the screen of his mobile phone. A dozen red dots were flashing on the electronic map, and the number was increasing as the logistics department continued to investigate.
Si Cang said in the group: "Catch them all back."
Duan Anluo hadn't expected this kind of operation to work. More people meant easier work. He leaned back in his chair and said, "I'll take a nap. Call me when you're done."
He was already in poor health, stayed up all night fighting, and stayed in the police station for half the night. Duan Anluo was already tired and fell asleep soon after closing his eyes.
Si Cang stared at him for a long time with complicated eyes. He trusted him so much? Wasn't he afraid that he would be sold out?
When Duan Anluo woke up, they had already returned to headquarters. It was almost dark, and the twilight had dyed the sky red. Si Cang stood outside the car, his back against the window, staring at the sunset, wondering what he was thinking.
Duan Anluo got out of the car feeling refreshed and stretched. "Is there any water? I'm thirsty."
Si Cang took a bottle of water from the trunk and handed it to him.
Duan Anluo instructed: "Take two more bottles and put them in the hole next to me, so I don't have to ask you for them again."
Si Cang wordlessly stuffed the water into the car door storage compartment.
Duan Anluo added, "Mineral water isn't as delicious as soda water."
Si Cang took a deep breath and calmed himself down, "You don't have to drink if you don't want to."
"Look at you, you're saying those angry words again," Duan Anluo took a sip of water to moisten his throat. "A couple needs to be patient when they live together. You have such a bad temper. Aren't you forcing me to divorce you?"
Si Cang understood that he had slept enough and was full of energy, so he started to get angry with him again.
We have to find him something to do and not let him sit idle.
"Come with me."
"Where are you going?" Duan Anluo followed slowly behind, and when he was about to fall behind, he took a few quick steps. When Si Cang turned around, he looked half dead again.
Si Cang was so angry that he wanted to carry him away.
Duan Anluo suddenly felt something was wrong and quickly ran to the front, "Come on, lead the way, where are we going?"
Si Cang: “…”
When they reached the seventh floor lobby, Duan Anluo was stunned by the sight before him. "You caught so many in just one afternoon? You can't catch katydids that fast!"
More than thirty people were tied up like dumplings and sat in three rows on the ground.
Xu Qun handed Duan Anluo a test result. "According to the resentment tracking, these people all have peach wood products hidden in their homes. We took them back and verified that they all came from the same tree."
Xu Qun pointed at the people sitting on the ground. "The first row has mild symptoms. Their three souls and seven spirits are damaged. After treatment, they may become demented. The second row has moderate symptoms. They may become vegetative. The two people in the last row..."
He lifted up an old man's trouser leg. Wood grain had already appeared on his legs, and they were now bound with specially made ropes. When touched, flesh flakes like sawdust fell off. "There's no sign of life. It must be the same death as Cui Yang's wife, children, and the boy. We tried purification on them, but it didn't work. Brother Si said you could save them."
Fortunately, there were only two serious cases among them, and they were discovered early. If it was half a month later, these people would basically have been beyond saving.
"I can save them, but there's a condition," Duan Anluo said with a gloomy face, "where are their families?"
"Next door, they all have resentment left over, so they're easy to save."
Duan Anluo suddenly sneered, "Can you not save me?"
Based on the circumstances of the deceased, those sacrificed were all people whose families had high hopes for them. These families were selfish and never considered changing themselves, only blindly putting pressure on others. Why should such people be saved? They are just too good to be true.
Xu Qun was a little confused. Isn't it said that the master has a broad mind and is compassionate?
"Does the current law require us to rescue them?"
"That's not the case. The guild doesn't have such a rule."
"That's good. The condition for me to save these people is that you don't care about their families. Let them fend for themselves."
Xu Qun looked embarrassed. "Brother, you're too late. We were afraid that their resentment would affect others, so we have already cleared it out."
Duan Anluo was disgusted. These guys were so quick with their hands.
Fortunately, his conditions can be changed at any time. "Where are they?"
Once the resentment of these people is drained away, they may die immediately, and the guild will have a hard time explaining it. Therefore, each victim is accompanied by his or her family. Someone has already told them what happened, and now they are all in good spirits and can jump up and down and curse.
"You're kidding me! You're saying it was my fault! What's wrong with me asking my daughter for money? I raised her, so I should give her money! Hurry up and tell her to go back and get the money! Her brother doesn't have enough money to buy a house, and as her older sister, can't she be more understanding?"
"Where's my mom? Why are you arresting an old lady? My family is still waiting for her to cook. The house is so dirty and she doesn't even clean it. She can't even take care of the kids. I don't know what she can do all day!"
"My husband is an idiot. He has no money, no skills, and no romance. He can't even afford a 20,000 yuan bag. Why are you arresting such a loser? Let him go!"
Xu Qun noticed Duan Anluo's face getting colder and colder, so he reminded him, "Brother, you know, we can't be too high-profile when doing things in our guild, otherwise it will cause panic, and we'll have to brainwash them later."
In fact, he also wanted to curse. Didn't they arrest a bunch of psychopaths? Every one of them had their values distorted to the point of being completely distorted.
If it weren't for this group of lunatics, those unlucky things wouldn't have attacked the victim.
Duan Anluo sighed, "You all need to understand one thing: kindness is a preferential treatment for humans. There's no need to be so fussy about treating things that aren't human."
Duan Anluo looked at the group of victims, raised his hand, palm facing down, and smiled gently. While absorbing their resentment, he spoke word by word, "Curse those who persecuted you. For the rest of your life, all you will dream about is the suffering you once endured."
For these victims, death may be the best relief for them when they fall into the hands of their families.
The living may become stupid or fall into a deep sleep forever, becoming worthless, and their families may not necessarily take good care of them.
Death is their final destination.
So, don't waste time explaining it to the families; they won't understand. From now on, they will all know exactly what we did, and they can close their eyes and feel the victim's pain firsthand. That's only fair.
Duan Anluo exhausted his resentment, and after losing the support of resentment, he collapsed to the ground. The logistics personnel rushed in to see if there was anyone who could be saved, and quickly sent the medical staff who had been prepared in advance to take them away.
Duan Anluo walked out slowly, holding a large ball of resentment in his hand. He was reluctant to absorb it all, he wanted to keep it for making a nest and catching big fish.
Si Cang, who was waiting for him at the door, saw everything he did and said calmly, "Are you feeling better?"
Duan Anluo took a deep breath, and indeed his heart felt less depressed. As expected, if you don't like something, you have to do it. After doing it, your Tao heart will be at peace.
He asked, "Have I violated your guild's rules? Will I be fined?"
Si Cang didn't seem to understand what he meant, "What rule? The guild doesn't have a rule that prohibits cursing when angry."
Duan Anluo's eyes lit up. From this perspective, they could still be friends.
Duan Anluo wiped away unnecessary tears with emotion, grabbed Si Cang's hand and shook it vigorously, "My soulmate, Si Cang, I want to be sworn brothers with you. I don't ask to be born on the same day as you, but I ask to die on the same day as you."
Si Cang pulled his hand back, and for once, a faint smile appeared on his lips. "No need. I still want to live two more years."
The president, who had been watching the surveillance, curled his lips and shook his head. Their guild could not accept this handsome young man. He was even harder to control than Si Cang.
Although Si Cang only obeys orders and not announcements, he is decisive on major issues.
Duan Anluo is not like that. This young man does things according to his heart. He is both good and evil, and only follows the justice in his heart.
This is a double-edged sword. If used well, it will benefit all people. If used poorly, it will make you a traitor. The old man was afraid that if he used it poorly, Duan Anluo would stab him to death first.
In the future, he must let Si Cang have contact with him. Si Cang was disobedient to begin with, and was led astray by Duan Anluo. He felt bald when he thought of that scene.
The young assistant beside him looked helpless and said, "Old man, drink some tea and stop thinking too much. Even your wig is bald."
Xu Qun thought Duan Anluo was so angry that he cursed, so he naively comforted him: "In the final analysis, it's because the people who made these wood carvings are too evil. We are already investigating the people behind the scenes, and we will have clues soon. Don't worry."
"You check yours, I have my own way." Duan Anluo patted Si Cang's shoulder, "Are you free tonight? Go do something active?"
Si Cang held out his hand, "Let me be your bodyguard, and I need to be paid."
Duan Anluo clapped his hands and said, "Hey, with our relationship, talking about money won't hurt our relationship."
Si Cang looked at him quietly, with no intention of compromising. It was useless to play tricks.
Duan Anluo felt pain in his heart, "I'll give you five hundred."
Si Cang remained unmoved.
Duan Anluo reluctantly raised the stakes, "One thousand?"
Si Cang chuckled, "You gave the child pocket money, three thousand. The reward is six for me and four for you. Otherwise, go by yourself and I'll have the logistics department collect your body."
Duan Anluo was anxious, "Are you still human?"
The smile on Si Cang's face became even more obvious. In fact, he didn't really need that little bit of money, but it was interesting to see Duan Anluo's painful look.
Duan Anluo: "Alright!"
The president asked the assistant to call Si Cang back. The assistant came back and told him: "Captain Si ignored me and left directly with Master Duan. He seemed quite happy when he left."
The president was surprised to hear this. "Happy? What else could he be happy about?"
"Yeah, I saw him smile, like he got something for free." The assistant also reminded him, "He changed to a new RV when he left. Master Duan chose it. He said he wanted to sleep in it. He's in poor health and will die if he stays up all night."
The point is that Captain Si agreed so readily and even volunteered to be the driver, which is incomprehensible.
The president confirmed again, not giving up hope, "Is what you said true?"
The assistant smiled and said, "How dare I lie to you?"
The president stroked his mustache and fell into deep thought, "What are these two doing so late at night?"
"President, don't we all operate at night?"
"That's what I said..." The president always felt that something was wrong, that the way these two people interacted was strange. He scratched his head and accidentally pulled the wig askew. The president simply took it off and placed it on the table to let the sweat on it dry, revealing his bald bald head.
Alas, he always feels uneasy when these two people go out. If something happens, it will be really frustrating.
If Duan Anluo saw his head, he would jump up in shock. Even his hair was fake. This old man is dishonest! He can't work with him!
In the corner, an old Taoist priest with completely white hair was meditating. He opened his eyes when he heard this and said, "Junior brother, haven't you noticed? Si Cang's luck is in this young man."
The president had just sat down, but after hearing this, he jumped up like a spring and asked, "What?"
The old Taoist priest said: "He still has the protection of the Heavenly Dao. His body is weak, but his soul is extremely strong. The Heavenly Dao is giving him time to recover. No matter how serious his injuries are, the Heavenly Dao can ensure that he will not die."
The president didn't understand, "Why does such great luck belong to him?"
"I don't know. Perhaps Heaven particularly favors him." The old Taoist priest said this and continued to meditate with his eyes closed. "Don't look at me like that. When I saw the divination back then, I wanted to find the child of destiny and have everyone protect and nurture him so that he could protect the people.
I never expected that I underestimated human greed, leading them astray and causing Si Cang to be tortured by them for over a decade. Over the past decade, my power has declined, and I've been plagued by illnesses, yet I can't die. This is Heaven's punishment for me. I swore I would never tell fortunes again."
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Duan Anluo sat in the car, gathering all the resentment he had drawn from the victim. Then he kept shifting his fingers, pinching the seals, trying to figure out where the owner of this thing was.
The final result was very strange. It was as if something had hidden the target and wrapped it with corpse qi, making it impossible for him to determine the specific location.
It can be seen from the resentment hidden in the peach wood that the person is very good at playing nesting dolls.
Duan Anluo leaned back in his seat and didn't move. What should I do?
Seeing that he had been struggling for a long time without any results, Si Cang teased him, "No more?"
"Ha!" Duan Anluo sneered, "Go find a shop that sells incense. I need some incense and I need help."
Then, in the middle of the night, Si Cang saw a big white goose leading a group of small animal spirits, surrounding their car in a mighty manner.
Foxes, weasels, hedgehogs, snakes, mice... yellow, white, willow and gray, all gathered together.
What's even more outrageous is that there is a sheep following behind, and a turtle is stuck between the sheep's horns.
Si Cang was finally amused by Duan Anluo, a man who could constantly refresh his worldview. "Are these the helpers you invited? There are many species."
There were so many of them that the white snake was almost choking with greed and wanted to come out and devour them.
Duan Anluo twitched his lips awkwardly. The scene was indeed a bit chaotic, but he didn't want to lose face. After hesitating for a few seconds, Duan Anluo said something like a big white goose: "Don't worry about it, I have a lot of connections!"
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