Chapter 45 Should we capture Duan Anluo and raise him?
"No?" Duan Anluo's expression was very serious. He really wanted to send this old man over.
If he was not mistaken, this old man must be carrying the resentment within his mask. A troupe leader of a Nuo opera, his only wish before his death was to pass on the art form. In his final moments, this deep resentment resided within the mask he had worn, and it remains to this day.
He just wanted to pass on what his ancestors had passed down. What was wrong with him?
Duan Anluo really wanted to kill that small island. He wanted to send the mask over so that the old man could catch and kill whoever he wanted. Maybe he could even make the island bigger and stronger so that he wouldn't feel disgusted when he saw that small island.
The more this happened, the weirder Cheng Wei looked at him. This guy had too strong a murderous intent. He didn't seem like someone who had received modern education. Instead, he was like our ancestors who would destroy a country if they disagreed with him.
He could only urge Duan Anluo to calm down: "It's not time yet. Our principle is that if they don't provoke us, we won't provoke them. We have to have a legitimate reason for everything we do, right?"
"Isn't it just about fame to rob us?" Duan Anluo felt that people nowadays were too particular, unlike before. He would destroy any of the small countries around him who dared to offend the majesty of heaven. His grandfather, his uncle, and his cousin were all familiar with the destruction of nations. He had seen it all and had experience.
The fat man broke free from his restraints and came to Cheng Wei. He looked at Duan Anluo with a strange look: Where did you find this evil cultivator?
Cheng Wei smiled awkwardly. "Isn't this fate? If it weren't for saving you, I wouldn't have met him."
He was afraid that Duan Anluo would cause trouble, so he could only persuade him from another perspective: "Although the old man is angry, his biggest grievance is that he can't pass it on."
Looking at the old man again, although he was angry, his resentment was fading. His only thought before his death was to pass on Nuo opera. Now seeing so many audiences watching him perform, so many young people online still like to watch Nuo opera, and even the country is protecting Nuo opera, he is relieved and his resentment is fading.
As a result, he himself became more and more shallow.
The outline of the mask on his face became clearer and clearer.
Duan Anluo sighed, "Forget it."
Next time you encounter someone with murderous intent, you must find a way to get rid of him.
Those rats who steal things are not in a hurry. Whoever steals more will have his country destroyed. In this way, the things they steal will still be ours.
If you are obedient, the world will be unified. If you are disobedient, you will keep the land. It doesn’t matter whether you are human or not, you can all plant crops on the land and make fertilizer. Anyway, Chinese people like to plant crops, and all the land belongs to China.
Duan Anluo knew that his idea was not good and that this concept was not suitable for modern society, but this was the education he received since childhood. He had tried very hard to adapt to modern life and learn the concepts of modern people, but the things that were engraved in his bones needed to be changed slowly.
As the old man's resentment disappeared, a mask fell from his face and was caught by Duan Anluo with one hand.
Why did the resentment within this mask awaken? Was it due to the resurgence of spiritual energy, or was it due to some other factor that amplified the resentment's power? Should we investigate the cause?
Duan Anluo asked Cheng Wei: "What are you going to do with this mask?"
Cheng Wei smiled and said, "You handle it. Our mission is to find the employer's husband. Now that he has been found, and the fat man has also been found, our cooperation has ended. If there is a chance in the future, we can cooperate again."
To be honest, Cheng Wei was a little afraid of Duan Anluo. He had used such unheard-of methods and was so murderous. If he caused trouble, the entire team would be held responsible. He also had his master and mistress to support, and they were both old and in poor health. He didn't want to cause trouble.
Duan Anluo saw what Cheng Wei was thinking and nodded with a smile, "Okay, let's work together again if there's a chance in the future. By the way, here's a souvenir for you."
Duan Anluo took out a small straw man from his pocket and said, "Drop some blood on it, and it will die for you once."
Cheng Wei looked at the straw man in his hand in shock. He didn't expect Duan Anluo to give him such a thing. Regardless of whether it was true or not, this favor was too great.
"If you feel bad about it, just give me the two kitchen knives in your car and I'll sharpen them myself."
Duan Anluo's expression was gentle, and he didn't show the fierceness that had just threatened to destroy another country. He could tell that Duan Anluo had no intention of deceiving him about the kitchen knife, but simply wanted to give him something. However, he was afraid of getting in trouble and wanted to distance himself from Duan Anluo, which made Cheng Wei feel even more guilty.
He was about to say something, but Duan Anluo raised his hand to stop him. "No need to say more. Whether this thing is useful or not, you won't know until you use it. If it really saves your life in the future, it won't be too late for you to thank me."
At this point, Cheng Wei would seem hypocritical if he refused. "Thank you, Brother Duan."
Duan Anlu nodded. A few months later, the man selling kitchen knives was clearly worried about someone, but he still risked his life to save someone. Saving his life was considered a good deed.
Duan Anluo put the mask into Qi You's backpack. After a brief contact, countless images flooded into his mind again.
The first half of the story is predictable: a child from a poor family learns from his master and suffers a lot. After his master dies, he inherits his legacy and travels around the country to perform opera.
However, as time goes by and people's living standards improve, fewer and fewer people are willing to endure the hardship of learning opera.
As fewer people learn, fewer people read; as fewer people read, fewer people learn.
He took in apprentice after apprentice, but they all eventually left the troupe because they could not bear the hardships. The troupe gradually declined, and the skills were lost.
As the old man lay dying, clutching the mask he'd worn his entire life, he lamented, "Why is no one willing to learn? Why can't this be passed down?"
All of this was within Duan Anluo's expectations, however, the subsequent scenes made him raise his eyebrows, as things were becoming more and more interesting.
He saw a dark room with all sorts of facial masks hanging on the walls, including not only Nuo opera masks but also many Peking opera masks, all of which were old and mottled, as if they had been carefully collected.
In the corner of the room, stood a beautiful puppet as tall as a human. The puppet was dressed in a bright red costume and had a strange mask on its face that covered the upper half of its face.
The expression on the mask is smiling, but the corners of the puppet's mouth are drooping, as if it is crying.
It didn't know how long it had been standing there. There was a little dust on its body, but the pair of old-style red embroidered shoes on its feet were as bright as blood in the darkness, and so clean that not a speck of dust could be seen.
At this time, the door was opened and a figure ran in hurriedly, took out the mask that Duan Anluo had just put down from the corner, and ran out quickly, forgetting to close the door.
In the dim basement, the silent puppet suddenly made a slight "creaking" sound, and it moved...
Duan Anluo: "Yo!"
"Brother Duan, let's go back and fix their two souls first, and let the employer pay the balance." Cheng Wei's words interrupted Duan Anluo's exclamation. Looking at the light that suddenly appeared in Duan Anluo's eyes, Cheng Wei was shocked. Is this guy so excited because he heard about the money?
Besides destroying countries, do you also like money?
Wow, he is so murderous and loves money, so scary!
After arriving at the hospital and their souls were stabilized, they woke up soon.
The fat man's whole body was twitching. His soul had been jumping for so long that even if it came back, it would need to rest for several days. If it jumped again, it would be exhausted to death.
Ms. Wang readily paid the balance and gave each of them an extra red envelope of 1,000 yuan, even Qi You.
Qi You hadn't seen so much money in a long time, so he immediately gave it to Duan Anluo. Duan Anluo then gave Qi You his share as well. "Spend it as you like. Don't ask me for small amounts of money like school supplies in the future. Buy anything you like. If you spend it all, Master will help you earn more."
Qi You deeply realized that his master really didn’t know how to live!
You spend money lavishly and don’t know how to plan. When you have no money, you go out to earn it, and when you have money, you spend it all. What will you do if you can’t make money when you are old?
Qi You carefully put the money away. His master would have to rely on him for support in the future, so he had to study hard.
Duan Anluo took out the mask and asked the antique dealer, "I heard you collect antiques? Have you ever collected this mask before?"
Ms. Wang's husband nodded and said, "I did. I remember it clearly. I bought the mask for ten yuan and sold it for five hundred yuan."
Duan Anluo curled his lips, this is a profiteer.
"Did you collect it at that old house?"
"No, that old house is the home of a friend of mine. His place is an exchange. We collected the goods, agreed on a time, and went there to sell them. He contacted the shop owner in advance to pick out the goods.
I remember this mask was taken away by a gentleman who was a collector. He was very fond of this kind of mask. He would buy any old painted face mask he could find. It was said that he had a huge collection of them.
Duan Anluo asked, "How old is the gentleman?"
"About fifty years old. Those who collect art either have to be wealthy and talented, or have a wealthy family. Without financial resources, you can't afford it, so there aren't many young people."
Duan Anluo frowned slightly. In the picture he saw, the person who hurried away with the mask was clearly a young man in his early twenties, and did not match the collector described by the antique dealer.
"Do you know where that man is?"
"I don't know." The man shook his head. "We don't keep customer information because the people who come are different every time, and sometimes they just come for fun. They pay, we ship the goods, and we make a small profit from the difference."
The things we sell aren't illegal; they're all old items collected from rural homes. Honestly, they're mostly scrap metal, tables, chairs, and benches; there aren't many valuable items.
Ms. Wang smiled and said, "There were times when he lost money. One time, he brought back a set of tools. When I checked, it turned out to be tools he used to repair donkey hooves. He paid 125 yuan for them, but sold them as scrap metal for 3.5 yuan."
Duan Anluo was amused. Those who cheat others will always be cheated by others.
The clue about the collector was gone, and Duan Anluo was a little disappointed. To be honest, he was very interested in the animated doll, and wondered if the collector would sell it.
Looking at the time, it was already past 3 o'clock, and it would be dawn in two hours. Cheng Wei suggested: "I'll take you back. It's hard to get a taxi at this time."
Duan Anluo thought about what he had to do next and decided to go back and ask the little kids at home to help find a collector. He now had tens of thousands of dollars in his hands and wondered if he could buy the moving doll.
Si Cang rushed to Duan Anluo's house overnight, only to find that even his place was gone. He placed the pendant on the table by the window, where Duan Anluo often sat, and then turned around and wanted to leave.
Jiang Yuan stretched out his two short arms to block him: "My master told you to sleep in his room. He prepared medicine for you. Please don't leave."
Si Cang was holding a knife in his hand, looking dusty and covered in dust, with a strong murderous aura on his body, but Jiang Yuan could not sense any of this.
"Master said that the medicine must be applied to you."
Xiaobai heard the noise and climbed out of the cupboard. He tied Si Cang's legs with his tail and dragged him into the house: There is no meat in the refrigerator. If you leave, who will buy me meat?
Si Cang twitched the corner of his mouth. All the people raised by Duan Anluo, whether they were humans or animals, seemed to be possessed by a poison. Whatever Duan Anluo said was the truth.
One man and one snake, one pushing, one pulling, neither of them would let Si Cang leave.
Duan Anluo's room was simple, containing only useful items. This style was very similar to Si Cang's, except that the magnetic field in this room had been assimilated by Duan Anluo's aura, making it as gentle as water.
Duan Anluo was particularly good at enjoying life. Everything he used was exquisite, and he made it as comfortable as possible. His bed and bedding were all soft and fragrant, with a scent he had mixed himself, which had a calming and soothing effect.
Si Cang had also smelled this scent on Duan Anluo. It was faint, but it could not be dissolved. It made people feel peaceful after smelling it.
Si Cang's murderous aura gradually calmed down as he sat here, and even his tense body relaxed.
Jiang Yuan took out several sets of clothes from the closet. "These were all bought by my master. I don't know if they fit you. I was going to leave the next room for you, but then my seventh uncle came, so my master asked you to move in with him, and he moved all your things here."
Duan Anluo bought five sets of clothes for daily wear and seven sets of pajamas online. He particularly likes online shopping now, and buys anything he sees that looks good or is fun.
Not only Si Cang, but Jiang Yuan and Qi You also bought a lot of clothes and school supplies, and several boxes of extracurricular books.
He places orders every day and receives many express deliveries every day. The happiest thing every day is placing orders and receiving express deliveries. He doesn't care how much it costs.
Even Jiang Yuan, who is so stupid, could tell that his master's family must have been extremely wealthy, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to raise such a spendthrift ancestor.
Si Cang had a fantastic figure; he could wear any clothes bought for his height. In Duan Anluo's opinion, he was even more pleasing to the eye than the models selling clothes in the window display. Especially the muscles on his body—well-proportioned, not exaggerated, yet full of strength, something you couldn't achieve in a gym. Who wouldn't want to take a second look at a good-looking person?
Looking at a beautiful girl in pajamas? No, that's disrespectful!
But looking at Si Cang... they were all men, so why couldn't he look? It would be a waste if he didn't look!
Si Cang didn't know what Duan Anluo was thinking. Seeing that he had bought so many clothes for him, he asked in surprise, "Did he buy them?"
Jiang Yuan nodded seriously. "Yes, it was chosen by my master himself. He took a long time to choose. After washing it, I fumigated it with incense before putting it in the cabinet. You can wear it directly."
Si Cang looked at the clothes, his eyes dark and unclear. Finally, he nodded slowly and said, "Stay here."
Even the strongest person gets tired sometimes. The atmosphere here is too comfortable. After Si Cang's tense nerves relaxed, he was swept over by fatigue.
He threw the knife to Xiaobai and went to take a shower.
When he came out, Jiang Yuan had prepared the medicine again.
Duan Anluo made his own medicine. I don't know what he added to it, but it felt cool and had a pain-relieving effect when applied to the wound. He didn't even need to lie down; he felt sleepy just sitting in bed.
Jiang Yuan saw that he was tired and wanted to help put away the knife that was leaning against the wall.
He tried to lift it with one hand, but couldn't; he tried harder, but it still didn't budge.
Jiang Yuan was stunned. What kind of knife is this? It's so heavy!
He was curious about how heavy the knife was, so he went out and brought back a scale.
Si Cang opened his eyes and watched Jiang Yuan clumsily move the knife onto the scale. The corners of his mouth curled up. Duan Anluo, this little disciple, is so naive.
In just a few moments, the pain in his arm had completely subsided. Although he could bear it before, the throbbing pain was still uncomfortable. The comfortable bed, the soft and well-fitting pajamas, and Duan Anluo's calm and peaceful magnetic field made Si Cang close his eyes again. He was really tired.
Xiaobai couldn't bear it anymore, so he rolled the knife back with his tail and hid it under Si Cang's pillow: This is a treasure, you can't play with it!
When Duan Anluo came back, he saw that there was an extra person on his bed. Even though he was asleep, Si Cang was still serious, with a furrowed brow, his lips slightly pursed, and his body in a defensive state.
Duan Anluo took a closer look at Si Cang's arm. It had been bandaged and the wound was not visible. But when he thought that he could burn himself, Duan Anluo couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This man was so cruel to himself.
Looking at the end of the bed, Xiaobai was sleeping like a dog, with his head resting on Si Cang's legs. It was obvious that Xiaobai really missed his father.
Duan Anluo scratched Xiaobai's head, and after waking him up, he pointed to the sofa outside and said, "Go out and sleep! You're too big!"
"Are you back?" Si Cang suddenly spoke, his low voice revealing a slight tiredness and a hint of imperceptible warmth.
Duan Anluo responded softly: "Well, you go to sleep first, I'll go take a shower."
Duan Anluo took a quick shower, lay down with the mist from the shower on his body, pulled the pillow into his arms, closed his eyes and fell asleep. It was still more comfortable to sleep in his own bed.
In the darkness, Si Cang's cold and sharp gaze outlined his stunning face. His collar was low, revealing a small area of his fair chest. On his delicate collarbone was a small red mole, the same color as the one at the corner of his eye.
Si Cang was inexplicably irritated. For the first time, he disliked his own good eyesight. "You really don't treat me as an outsider."
Duan Anluo grabbed Si Cang's wrist and held it down, "Shh, don't make noise, I've had enough sleep and I still have to go buy a doll. If you don't have enough money, I'll borrow it from you and pay you back later."
Si Cang's eyes were complicated, and he seemed to want to say something but hesitated. There were some things he wanted to ask but didn't know how to say them. He looked at Duan Anluo again, and he had fallen asleep.
Si Cang thought he would not be able to sleep, but unexpectedly, the spiritual energy on Duan Anluo's body spontaneously ran to him. Comforted by the spiritual energy, Si Cang also fell asleep.
When he woke up again, it was already bright daylight, but the thick curtains kept the light in the room dim. This was the most peaceful sleep Si Cang had had in years. Duan Anluo was still asleep, curled up in a ball like a lazy and delicate cat, her forehead resting on his shoulder, her breathing soft and unguarded.
The warm spiritual energy spread along the point where the two of them touched, covering his body and even enveloping him. The black evil energy in his body had been completely sucked away. What surprised him most was that the little merit Duan Anluo had just earned had actually flowed to him. Was this an automatic repayment?
Si Cang, realizing the crux of the problem, looked at Duan Anluo's sleeping face calmly. This was the effect that would occur as long as they slept together.
A crazy idea suddenly popped up in his mind: Should he capture Duan Anluo and raise him?
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Duan Anluo's mind was thinking: Lend me some money, I want to buy a doll, a doll, a doll...
Si Cang's mind was: Catch it and raise it... Catch it and raise it...
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