Chapter 43 Do you like watching big dramas?
When Duan Anluo arrived at the headquarters, the president was carefully fiddling with his precious tea set.
Seeing Duan Anluo coming, the president said enthusiastically: "Little Duan, come and try the tea I brewed."
Duan Anlu was really thirsty, so he moved a stool and sat next to the president. He unceremoniously picked up the teacup, which was not much bigger than a wine glass, and drank half of it in one gulp.
The president saw that he drank tea like it was plain water, and he bared his teeth in pain: "Why are you just like Si Cang, wasting good things?"
Duan Anluo asked directly, "Did Si Cang go to Qingjun Mountain?"
The president's eyes widened: "How do you know?"
"I saw a notification on my phone saying there was an earthquake over there. My intuition tells me that Si Cang is there." Duan Anluo snatched the small teapot from the president's hand and poured himself another cup. "Is he in danger? How could an earthquake happen?"
The president wanted to snatch the teapot back, but he stretched out his hand and felt embarrassed. He watched Duan Anluo drink it like water, cursing in his heart: Another prodigal child!
Duan Anluo wasn't an outsider either. He had a good relationship with Si Cang and now had a non-staff work permit from the union, so there was no need to hide it from him. The president picked out what he could say and said, "The seal over there is loose. We suspect someone is sabotaging it. Let's send Si Cang over to take a look. The vibration is either that thing coming out, or the saboteurs are confronting Si Cang."
The president sighed, "If these things come out, it will cause disasters, either earthquakes or floods. Don't worry, Si Cang will solve it."
Duan Anluo asked worriedly, "If a rockfall disaster occurs, how will Si Cang hide in the mountains?"
The president reassured him: "It's okay, the logistics department will pick him up."
Duan Anluo was not happy: "It's such a dangerous place, and you just say you're fine? If you're injured, wouldn't it be too late for logistics to find you?"
At this time, the assistant handed over a stack of documents. After hearing Duan Anluo's words, he smiled and explained, "You have to believe in Captain Si's ability. He is the captain of the only God-killing team in all of China. This team usually deals with the resurrection of ancient demons and the invasion of foreign evil gods. The people in this team can be described in four words: demons, devils, ghosts, and monsters. There is not a single normal person."
"Bai Ziyue looks quite normal."
"That's Bai Ziyue with white hair. You've never seen Bai Ziyue with black hair, right?" the assistant said mysteriously. "When he goes crazy, he doesn't recognize his family. Even so, Bai Ziyue is the most normal one."
Duan Anluo didn't expect that Bai Ziyue had this side to him. He couldn't see it at all when he first met him.
"Captain Si was able to subdue them, which shows how capable he is. Otherwise, why would that organization go to such lengths to capture someone like you with the Nine Yin Body in order to kill him? If they want to kill him, they can only wear him down slowly."
Duan Anluo grasped the key point, "Then, is Si Cang still a normal person?"
The assistant took out the cookies that the old man had hidden from the president's drawer and gave them to Duan Anluo. "Are you considered a normal person?"
Duan Anluo narrowed his eyes. This little assistant is not simple.
This little head has quite thick hair.
Smart heads will lose hair.
The assistant comforted him, "Don't worry. According to the efficiency of the squadron, we will have news this afternoon. If you are worried, just wait here. I will take you to the cafeteria for dinner. I know which window has the best food."
Duan Anluo smiled and said, "There's nothing to worry about. I just feel uneasy because you haven't replied to my messages."
"There's definitely no signal over there. Even if there was, it would be blocked by interference, so ordinary people wouldn't get in." The assistant gave him an ambiguous look, "I understand your concerns, hehe."
Duan Anluo thought to himself, you know nothing. It's just a show of concern between friends, and you're making faces at me. It looks not serious.
While they were talking, the president tried to reach out for the cookies, but the assistant was quick to slap his hand, "Your blood sugar is high, you can't eat them!"
Duan Anluo pulled the president's wrist and placed his fingers on the president's pulse.
The president asked with a smile: "Can you also treat patients?"
Duan Anluo said disdainfully, "How can there be such a thing as high sugar in Traditional Chinese Medicine? You have kidney qi and kidney yin deficiency, which is damaging your yang. Your vital fire is slightly weakened, and you're not able to warm yourself. Do you also often feel weak, have stomach aches, and vomit acid?"
"Xiao Duan, you are a talent!"
"Well, I'll write you a prescription. You can go get the medicine and recuperate for half a month. You can eat whatever you want."
The president quickly took out a pen and paper and said, "Hurry, write it down for me."
Duan Anluo quickly finished writing, and just as the president was admiring the beauty of his handwriting, he put all the cookies the president had hidden into his own pocket and said, "You won't be able to eat them for the next half month."
President:!
"Oh, there's one more thing I'd like to ask you for help with. I've accepted an apprentice who's knowledgeable in metaphysics, can protect himself, and has excellent academic performance. Can you find a good school for him? He's supposed to be in the first grade this year."
The president immediately agreed, "No problem, we are in need of children like this right now."
It's not just a shortage, it's an extreme shortage. Otherwise, with Jiang Yuan's level, they wouldn't have sent him to such a good school.
"As long as you pass the assessment, you can go wherever you want. You can transfer after school starts."
"How is the assessment done? Is it the kind of certificate you get for joining the club?"
"Yes, just take the lowest level exam. At least you have to prove your ability."
Duan Anluo remembered this and urged Qi You to study hard when he got back. He must get the certificate before the end of summer vacation.
At noon, Duan Anluo had a free meal at the guild. He had to say that the chef’s cooking skills were pretty good. His hands didn’t shake when he served the food. The spicy diced chicken was full of meat, and there were pastries, fruits and yogurt after the meal. If he lived nearby, Duan Anluo really wanted to come here to eat every day.
After dinner, he received a message from Si Cang: the pendant was broken.
Just four words. He hadn't replied to any of the messages Duan Anluo had sent him before. Judging from the time the assistant mentioned, he probably hadn't even had time to read it yet. He replied to this one as soon as he got a signal.
However, when he saw his reply, Duan Anluo breathed a sigh of relief, and the tension in his heart finally settled down.
Duan Anluo called directly, "How are you?"
Si Cang's voice was still low, and no emotion could be heard. "It's okay."
"It's okay as long as you're okay. If something is broken, it's broken. I'll make it for you again."
Bai Ziyue complained: "Brother, he's injured!"
Duan Anluo: "Hmm?"
"That old guy blew himself up after being hacked by the boss, and we are surrounded by corpse poison."
Si Cang and Bai Ziyue are now in a big pit. If you know how to observe the qi, you can see that the area within a radius of two miles is pitch black.
Bai Ziyue kicked away a piece of unrecognizable human tissue. "When that old thing blew himself up, it shook the rocks down from the mountain. The boss got a little skin scraped while trying to avoid it, and he got infected with the corpse poison."
Duan Anluo's heart skipped a beat, and he said that he felt a little uneasy, and his feeling was not wrong.
Before Duan Anluo could ask what was going on, Bai Ziyue angrily said, "The boss is so awesome! He burned his own wound with black flames. He really doesn't consider himself a human being! Go back and scold him!"
Si Cang looked at Bai Zi more and more like he was looking at a mentally retarded person: It's understandable to go to the president to scold him, but why go to Duan Anluo to scold him? Where's the logic?
Si Cang didn't take the corpse poison seriously. He reacted quickly and the corpse poison had been burned away. The skin wound was only the size of an egg. It was nothing to him.
Duan Anluo asked: "You mean it's okay? Aren't you in pain?"
The fire that Si Cang used was not ordinary fire. It could burn the soul. How could he bear burning himself?
Si Cang still said the same thing: "It's okay."
Duan Anluo curled his lips in disdain, "You're so stubborn, I'll tie a plow to your mouth later."
Si Cang's expression turned several degrees colder. Was he really scolding?
"Come here, I'll get you some medicine to apply." Duan Anluo said, and hung up the phone without waiting for Si Cang to refuse.
Si Cang raised his eyebrows. He felt much better, but now he was starting to get irritable?
Bai Ziyue folded his hands and smirked, not even getting angry when being scolded. Why didn't he just go and hack him to death? He should kick Duan Anluo away with one kick—the kind that would send him eight meters away. Do you dare? From now on, he'll transform into a trumpet. If the boss hits him again, he'll go and complain.
Duan Anluo went back and bought another bunch of stones, this time in all sorts of colors. He then went to the Chinese medicine shop and bought some medicine.
As soon as he entered the room, Qi You asked worriedly, "Master, have you found Master's wife?"
Duan Anluo rubbed the child's head and said, "I found him. Don't worry. When he comes, he can be your apprentice witness. You can ask him for the apprenticeship gift. Your master's wife has the money."
Since we are friends, it’s not too much to give the child something to protect himself, right?
Looking at Xiaobai who was following behind Qi You and looking at him with his head tilted, Duan Anluo couldn't help shaking his head. There was something wrong with this marriage contract, which would affect his judgment.
Xiaobai and Si Cang signed a master-servant contract. Xiaobai can eat, sleep and play with Qi You at home, which proves that his master is fine. Why should he worry?
While Duan Anluo was carving the talisman, Qi You came again and asked, "Master, can we eat beef?"
Duan Anluo asked patiently, "Why can't I eat it?"
I'm not afraid of the child asking too many questions, I'm just afraid that he won't ask. In all these years, Duan Anluo has never heard Jiang Yuan ask a question about cultivation.
Qi You said, "I heard that people who practice Taoism cannot eat beef."
Duan Anluo didn't even raise his head. "When you're eating, don't practice Taoism. Practice immortality."
"Ah?" Qi You had seen a lot, could it be like this?
"The so-called simultaneous cultivation of the three methods of Buddhism, Taoism and Immortality means finding the method that suits you best. You should practice whichever method you think is suitable for you and which one will help you improve your cultivation the fastest." Duan Anluo blew away the tiny debris on the stone and explained to his apprentice in a gentle voice, "Taoists used to not eat beef because Taishang Laojun's mount was a cow. Taoists respect Laojun, so they don't eat beef.
Another reason is that cows contribute to farming throughout their lives. In the past, when there were no machines, crops were grown entirely by cows and human labor. Taoists do not eat beef out of respect for life and compassion.
Also, killing cows was illegal in the past.
Nowadays, cows are raised artificially for the purpose of eating meat.
The boss raises them for a living, the slaughterhouse kills them for a living, and we pay for them and eat them for a living."
Qi You understood, "The only one who is suffering is the cow."
"Yes, don't do evil, or you might be reborn as a cow in your next life. It's okay to be a cow without any memories, but if you retain your memories and are reborn as a carnivorous animal like a cow, pig, chicken, duck, or goose, that would be terrible."
"Master, is it true that those who do evil will be reborn as animals?"
"I don't know. I don't know what's going on underground. Now everyone's talking about reform. Who knows what's going on underground? If you have a chance in the future, find a ghost messenger and ask him yourself."
Qi You looked at Duan Anluo's profile with admiration. His master was so powerful that he even knew the ghost messenger.
As he was speaking, a jeep, so dirty it was almost unrecognizable, stopped at the street entrance. A young man jumped out swiftly and asked as he ran, "Is there a Xuanmen here? Where is it?"
After joining the guild, everyone's address will be recorded. If someone in the guild needs help, they can find a colleague nearby.
The young man stood at the door and called out, "Is anyone there? Is this Xuanmen?"
Jiang Yuan ran out, "Yes, it's Xuanmen!"
The young man cheered up and immediately shouted, "Quick! Help!"
Before he finished speaking, he turned around and ran back. Duan Anluo put down what he was holding, stood up and went out to see.
Jiang Yuan ran over to help and saw the man open the back door, dragging a person out with great effort and carrying him on his back.
He was a short fat man, who was tied up tightly like a dumpling.
The weather is hot now and he wears less. The rough hemp rope has left some purple marks on his skin, and some places have even rubbed his skin, which looks painful.
However, the fat man seemed not to feel anything and continued to twist his body violently, making meaningless humming sounds in his throat, and occasionally raising his voice to let out a roar.
The young man gritted his teeth and cursed angrily: "Stop being awkward, you look like a giant white maggot!"
Jiang Yuan ran over and lifted up the fat man's legs, and the two of them worked together to carry the fat man and ran.
Duan Anluo stood at the door, his eyes fixed on the struggling fat man, his eyebrows slightly raised: "Why is he tied up like this?"
"It's been tricked!" the young man gasped for air as he explained, "It's like it's been wound up, it keeps jumping. I'm afraid if he keeps doing this, he'll tire himself out before the evil spirit takes his life!"
As he spoke, he quickly glanced at the living room. The sofa was too new and the two of them were dirty, so he felt embarrassed to put anyone on the sofa. The young man carefully placed his companion on the ground.
He asked anxiously, "Brother, can you see if you can save him?"
Duan Anluo squatted down and placed two fingers on the fat man's forehead. "His three souls have been forcibly taken away. I will stabilize his body first."
He put his fingers together like swords and quickly tapped the fat man's eyebrows and chest. The fat man, who was twisting his body violently just now, seemed to have all his strength drained away. His body suddenly stiffened, and then he completely collapsed and could not move.
Duan Anluo gestured: "Untie them."
The young man quickly untied the hemp rope and patted the fat man's face: "Fatty? Fatty? Wake up!"
The fat man still had his eyes closed and showed no reaction.
"I can't wake up," Duan Anluo said slowly, "My soul is incomplete. Where did you go? How can you still be seduced?"
"Oh, it's a long story!" The young man said with a gloomy face, "I accepted a commission and went to the outskirts of the city to investigate an old courtyard. Suddenly, the fat man started to twist his body. I knew something was wrong, so I pulled him away and ran away. On the way, I felt something pulling me. Fortunately, I had a knife with me, otherwise I would have been dragged away too."
He watched Duan Anluo perform the sobering technique so neatly, his eyes lit up, and he tentatively extended an invitation: "Brother, I'm afraid I can't handle this alone, why don't you join us."
Duan Anluo asked patiently, "How much is it?"
"Five thousand for the investigation, and thirty thousand for resolving the problem! If the situation becomes more complicated or escalates, we can add more!" The young man was afraid that he would refuse, so he quickly increased the price, "How about this, the fat man's share is yours, and we'll split it in half."
Duan Anluo agreed straightforwardly: "Okay."
The young man immediately smiled happily, "Let's go now. I'll take Fatty to the hospital first. Coincidentally, the client is also in the hospital. There's also an ordinary person with the same symptoms as Fatty. See if you can save him."
After saying that, he swiftly carried the fat man on his back, watched Duan Anluo slowly stand up, and picked up a big black umbrella from the wall.
I thought to myself, no wonder this guy is so fair and tender, he really knows how to take care of himself.
But this body doesn't look very healthy, and he is a little worried. Can it keep up with his pace?
Duan Anluo smiled at him and said, "Don't worry, I won't hold you back. Xiaoqi, let's go."
Jiang Yuan tilted his head, "Master, what about me?"
"You wait at home. If Si Cang comes, apply the medicine I put on the table to him."
Jiang Yuan received the task and went back happily. It was so hot, but his master didn't let him go out. His master loved him the most.
After leaving the house, the young man introduced himself, "My name is Cheng Wei, and I currently work at the 007 Psychic Detective Agency, mainly helping people investigate paranormal events.
The employer this time is Ms. Wang, whose husband is a collector of old items. He collects things passed down from his ancestors in the countryside, including broken copper, iron, embroidered shoes, and everything else, and then sells them.
He's been possessed by evil spirits lately, and Ms. Wang asked us to investigate the cause from a supernatural perspective."
As they were talking, they walked to the car. Cheng Wei opened the door, stuffed the fat man in, and tied him to the seat with a seat belt.
Duan Anluo glanced at the back seat and found two... big kitchen knives?
Duan Anluo raised his eyebrows, "Are you from the Xiedao clan?"
"Oh my!" Cheng Wei said in surprise, "Brother, you have good eyesight! Finally someone can recognize me! Those ignorant people outside are all saying that I am from the Cleaver Gang!"
Duan Anluo looked at the two kitchen knives with envy. They looked different from the ones sold in the market. "Where did you buy them from? I want to buy two too."
Cheng Wei said with a smile: "If you like, I'll give you two someday. These are custom-made and unbladed, so they can only scare people."
"Okay, I'll trade you something else."
"Brother, you're so generous!" Cheng Wei opened the car door and motioned for him to get in. Duan Anluo reached out and touched the jeep's rugged hood, feeling the heaviness of the steel. A rare hint of curiosity lingered in his tone: "How much is this car?"
He also wants to buy a car, and he wants one with air conditioning.
Cheng Wei chuckled, a bit proudly: "870,000, this is our detective agency's car. We go everywhere, and sometimes we have to drive on mountain roads, so we need this kind of car."
Duan Anluo gave up, it was too expensive and he couldn't afford it now.
Cheng Wei saw what he was thinking and said with a smile, "In our line of work, those who have real skills and are willing to take on jobs can make a lot of money. As for scammers without real skills, they used to be able to make a living, but that's no longer the case in recent years."
He started the car, the engine letting out a low roar. "After the resurgence of spiritual energy, the authorities have tightened regulations. Professional exorcists, feng shui masters, monks, Taoist priests, and so on, all need to pass exams and obtain certifications before they can work. Swindlers? Hey, you can't even open the exam room, and you'll be arrested and put in jail."
Duan Anluo leaned on the passenger seat and asked casually, "Do you have a license?"
"It must be! We are a formal one!" Cheng Wei held the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other hand he deftly took out a small black wallet from his pocket and flung it open with a "snap". Inside was a card with a photo and a stamp.
"Hey, C-level! It's easy for others, but my line of work is so hard."
Duan Anluo glanced at the ID and imagined the working style of the knife sellers. It was indeed difficult to get by now. If he stood at someone's door with a big kitchen knife, he would be arrested by the police before he even had time to tell fortunes about the knife.
"By the way, do I have to add points after taking the exam?"
"You don't have to add any. If you're strong enough, you don't need teammates and can be a lone ranger." Cheng Wei suggested, "But it's better to have teammates who can rely on you and look after each other. You know, our industry has a high casualty rate, and people always die."
Duan Anluo nodded, "Xiao Qi, take a test before school starts."
Qi You: "I just started learning..."
Duan Anluo turned around and looked at Qi You, who was sitting in the back seat. It was his first time to experience such a thing, and his face was tense and a little nervous. "Master believes that you can do it. You won't fail the exam, right? Jiang Yuan, who is so unskilled, passed the exam. You are so talented, you can't fail, right? You can't even compare to your seventh or eighth generation disciples. You..."
Qi You's face flushed as he interrupted Duan Anluo: "Stop talking, I'll take the test."
Duan Anluo was satisfied, "Good boy."
Children need more encouragement and a little bit of stimulation, and they will be as energetic as if they were injected with chicken blood.
The car sped all the way. Cheng Wei first sent the unconscious fat man to the hospital. People from their detective agency were already waiting there. As soon as Cheng Wei got out of the car, they pushed the fat man in for examination.
The client this time is also waiting for news in this hospital.
At this time, there was chaos in the ward. A man in his fifties was twisting his body frantically, with his limbs bent at strange angles. At his age, his joints were not as flexible as those of young people. Sometimes, in order to make a movement, he twisted his joints until they creaked. He bent them hard as if he didn't feel any pain.
His expression was distorted and exaggerated. He laughed, cried, and muttered something.
His voice was very low and muffled, and it was impossible to make out what he was saying. However, his tone was like a sacrificial ceremony on TV, and every move he made was eerie.
Several medical staff held down his shoulders, but he was so strong that he broke free and kicked over the IV stand.
Others would love until they die, but he would jump until he died, and no one could stop him.
The doctor had no choice but to ask the nurse to bring a sedative. Unfortunately, the needle pierced his body, and the uncle's movements didn't slow down at all. Instead, he twisted and turned even more frantically, like a puppet being controlled by an external force. Ms. Wang cried anxiously, "What should I do? He's almost dislocated his arm. If he keeps going like this, he'll kill himself!"
The doctor was sweating profusely. "We've tried all the conventional methods. Increasing the dosage might damage his nerves."
Ms. Wang made a quick decision: "Find some rope and tie him up. Doctor, can you keep him awake for a few minutes so he can write his will first?"
Doctors and nurses: “…”
Cheng Wei brought Duan Anluo and Qi You to the door of the ward and saw this scene.
Cheng Wei frowned and turned his gaze to Duan Anluo beside him: "The symptoms are the same as Fatty's, Brother Duan, can you cure it?"
Duan Anluo nodded and his eyes fell on the patient.
What he saw was not simple madness, but several ghostly auras wrapped around the patient's limbs and neck.
What's even more strange is that a blurry facial expression vaguely appeared on the patient's face, as if he was smiling but not smiling, crying but not crying, as if he was mocking something.
Qi You also saw that this person had more black lines on his body than the fat man, and the fat man didn't have a facial mask.
Duan Anlu walked in, and in front of the surprised eyes of the doctors and nurses, he raised the umbrella and waved it horizontally over the uncle's head. The patient, who could not be restrained no matter what, stopped moving for a moment.
Duan Anluo put two fingers of his left hand together like a sword, tapped the patient's eyebrows, and whispered: "The soul returns to its original place, the spirit is at peace in its form - calm!"
In an instant, the patient's body began to tremble violently, and a few hoarse sounds came from his throat, as if something was being forcibly pulled out.
The blurry face twisted a few times and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared.
The patient's body slowly went limp, his breathing gradually became steady, the ferocious expression on his face slowly relaxed, and he finally fell into a deep sleep.
Duan Anluo said confidently: "Just like that little fat boy, his soul was taken away, and he will wake up once it is found."
After Ms. Wang realized what was happening, she grabbed Duan Anluo's hand and said, "Young man, can you save him? Can you make him sober up? Money is not a problem!"
Duan Anluo politely pushed the other person away and pointed at Cheng Wei with a smile: "I am with him, you have already given it."
Ms. Wang said excitedly: "I can add more money. As long as you can save him, I will add another 20,000."
Duan Anluo agreed immediately, "Okay, let him wake up tonight."
He pinched the ghost energy he pinched from the uncle and had to work overtime tonight for money.
After absorbing the ghost energy, Duan Anluo saw a strange picture: on a gloomy night, in a dilapidated temple, there was a shrine with a strange mask placed underneath.
A green face, red eyes, and horns on its head, its face covered in dried cinnabar, like dried blood scabs, tinged with blood. The wood grain around its ears bulged beneath the mold, and the indigo-stained hide clung to its cheekbones, cracks running from its forehead to the corners of its mouth.
The eye sockets were two hollow holes that flickered with the candlelight. The mask gave people a gloomy and strange feeling, like a ghost and a god, making people afraid to look directly at it.
Duan Anluo touched Qi You's head and asked with a smile: "Xiao Qi, do you like watching plays?"
Qi You shook his head decisively. After spending the past two days together, he had a rough idea of Duan Anluo's temper. He could tell from his master's expression that this show was not going to be good at all.
Duan Anluo said happily, "That's great! Master knows you like watching it. Master will take you to see a play tonight. A big play!"
Qi You: “…”
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