Chapter 90 So similar!
Duan Anluo’s first reaction was: What do you care about me?
I don't know you, but you asked me my name right away. Are you trying to scam me?
He glanced at the distance between them again and said with certainty, "I didn't touch you."
The other party heard that he had misunderstood and quickly apologized: "Sorry, I was abrupt. I have an old friend whose voice is very similar to yours. I was excited just now and couldn't control my emotions."
Duan Anluo looked at the other person again and confirmed that he did not know this person.
The other person's aura is very clean, without any karma, he is just an ordinary person.
But it was too clean, as clean as a piece of white paper, without a trace of impurities. Duan Anluo couldn't help but wonder: Is there really someone in this world who has never done a bad thing?
Jiang Yuan is such an honest person. When he was a child, he even fought with other children and deliberately urinated in an ant hole.
What kind of family could raise such a pure person? Is it because he is blind that his family dotes on him?
And the legs are fine, so why are you in a wheelchair? Is it because you can't see?
However, since they were just casual acquaintances, Duan Anluo didn't want to pry into other people's privacy, so he said, "People look alike, and it's not surprising that their voices resemble each other. If there's nothing else, I'll leave. Goodbye."
The man in the wheelchair was so excited that his fingertips went numb: They look so similar!
Not only the voice, but also the tone is similar, and the aura is so similar.
The man in his memory was pure, clean, and aloof. He seemed gentle and polite, and humble to everyone, but deep down he was distant and no one could enter his heart.
What he wanted to do most was to pull him down from the clouds, break his pride, drag him into the quagmire, and stain everything about him with his dirty blood.
Under that person's guidance, he finally gave up this idea, but the other person disappeared. He waited for so long, only to hear rumors that he was dead.
"Don't go!" He subconsciously reached out to grab Duan Anluo, but the next second someone grabbed his wrist hard, the force almost crushing his bones.
In just a few short words, Si Cang had already come to Duan Anluo's side, standing in front of Duan Anluo, looking at the person who blocked Duan Anluo's way with cold eyes.
The person pushing the wheelchair quickly explained, "I'm sorry, this gentleman's voice sounds too much like a friend of my young master's who passed away many years ago. The young master can't stop thinking about him and is a little out of control."
The person in the wheelchair turned his head slightly. Although he couldn't see, he could clearly sense the extremely strong dangerous aura from Si Cang.
His eyes hadn't recovered yet, and not only his physical vision, but even his spiritual consciousness was lost. It was not appropriate to provoke such a powerful enemy now. So he followed the butler's words and said, "I'm sorry, I was too nervous. I didn't mean any harm."
He raised his face, his skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, and his eyes were covered with black silk. He looked fragile and pitiful.
Si Cang lowered his eyes and swept over him with cold eyes, obviously not believing it.
Duan Anluo held Si Cang's hand and said softly, "Forget it."
Si Cang then let go of him and held Duan Anluo's hand tightly, asking with concern, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay," Duan Anluo shook his head, "Let's go home."
"Please wait a moment!" The young man in the wheelchair said nervously, almost pleadingly, "Can you please say one more word to me? Anything will do."
Duan Anluo pondered for a moment and said, "I wish you a speedy recovery."
The young man smiled and said, "Thank you for your good wishes. It will be done soon."
Duan Anluo nodded to the housekeeper behind him, then pulled Si Cang back to the car and threw the cat and bird in his arms onto the back seat. He happily asked Si Cang, "How did you know I'd be back at this time?"
"Assistant Fang came to me and asked me to keep my fiancé and the monsters under his command in check, or he'd hang himself on my doorstep." Si Cang smoothed Duan Anluo's wind-tumbled hair, but his gaze remained fixed on the car window. The housekeeper was pushing the wheelchair away, leaving only a receding figure. This person gave him a very uncomfortable feeling, so he'd ask Assistant Fang to investigate when he got home.
Duan Anluo pulled on the seatbelt while deliberately putting on a stern face, pretending to be unhappy: "I thought you came to pick me up because you missed me, but it turns out it was Fang Fang who complained? Ha!"
Si Cang chuckled softly, and gently lifted Duan Anluo's chin with his fingertips, looking into his eyes: "Then I will answer again. I missed you, and when I knew your flight time, I couldn't wait to pick you up."
Duan Anluo raised the corner of his mouth, satisfaction in his eyes, "That's pretty good."
He was feeling proud when Si Cang suddenly came closer, his warm breath brushing his cheek, and Si Cang's lips gently pressed against the corner of his eye, like leaving a slightly hot mark, which made Duan Anluo's heart skip a beat and his ears feel hot.
Then his whole face turned red instantly, and even the small red mole at the corner of his eye looked even redder.
Si Cang pinched his chin lightly and chuckled, "You're tough on the outside, but you're timid."
Duan Anluo blushed and muttered, "Before marriage...you are not allowed to overstep the boundaries!"
Si Cang smiled more contentedly, his eyes deepening. Duan Anluo had already thought about the post-marriage life. Was he hinting that he should prepare for the wedding?
The three at the back looked at each other in bewilderment: Although we are not human, you really don’t treat us as human beings and pretend we don’t exist?
After arriving at a deserted place, the young man in the wheelchair ordered, "He has three demons on him, he must be a mystic. Check his identity, quickly."
The butler hesitated to speak, hesitating whether to tell his master that this person was very similar to the one he drew.
Even the moles at the corners of their eyes are exactly the same.
That person has been dead for five hundred years. It can't be him. Could it be his reincarnation?
He hesitated and didn't dare to say it because his master was already in a state of being possessed by a demon. If he knew, who knows what extreme things he would do.
If he wasn't told, when his eyes recovered and he saw the man's appearance, he would definitely blame him and his life would probably be in danger.
The master has become more and more moody these years. Even though I have followed him for so many years, I can't guarantee that he is the special one.
The young man noticed that the person behind him was in a bad mood, and his face turned cold. "If you have anything to say, say it quickly."
The butler gritted his teeth and told the truth. He didn't want to die.
The young man trembled with excitement. "It's a mystic. He sounds like him, looks like him..." He took a deep breath and shuddered as if he were addicted to drugs. "I haven't seen such good material in a long time..."
The housekeeper asked tentatively, "Or are you going to do what they did before? Kill his entire family, force him to grow up, and then let him seek revenge on you?"
Young man: "Don't worry, I'll train myself when my eyes get better. I hope I can play with this one for a long time..."
Duan Anluo and Si Cang were walking in front, and Bai Ziyue's car chased them for a long time but couldn't catch up. Helplessly, he called Duan Anluo and asked, "Are you going to the headquarters or going home directly? Do you still want your eggs? Or do you want me to eat them?"
Duan Anluo quickly said, "Yes! Don't eat it! Go straight to headquarters and tell Assistant Fang."
Duan Anluo felt a headache when he thought about this guy demolishing his house. He felt really wronged this time. He hadn't meant to demolish it. He only demolished the mountain, not the house.
Assistant Fang, buried in a pile of documents, saw them filing in and sneered, "Congratulations, you've formed a new trouble-making squad."
Duan Anluo sat down on the sofa, tired and not wanting to explain.
Si Cang picked up the tea brewed by the president, took a new teacup with ease, poured a cup, and handed it to Duan Anluo.
Bai Ziyue and the others habitually took the cups, drank the president's tea, and took the snacks that the president had hidden. Even the president's locked drawer was opened by Bai Ziyue, who took out a bag of tea from it and chewed it as a snack.
Assistant Fang's mouth twitched. The president was guarding against them like he was guarding against thieves, but he still couldn't prevent them.
Duan Anluo put down his teacup and asked Assistant Fang nervously, "There weren't any serious consequences this time, right?"
Assistant Fang replied unhappily, "The locals have all sorts of theories. Some say it was a natural disaster, some speculate it was revenge, and still others say it was the mountain god who failed to overcome his tribulation... The online speculation never stops."
Duan Anluo's voice gradually became quieter: "Then how does the guild explain it?"
Assistant Fang took a deep breath. "We can only call it a natural disaster. We urge everyone to stay away. The PR team worked for a day and a half to suppress this topic. Now we can only wait for time to dilute it."
Bai Ziyue puffed out his chest and interrupted, "Why are you glaring at my brother? He didn't tear it apart, I did! Why are you glaring at me?"
Assistant Fang was so angry that he laughed, "You tore it down? How can you be so self-righteous?"
Bai Ziyue argued confidently, "What if we don't tear it down? There are so many people hiding in there, are you going to catch them one by one? Have you ever caught anyone before? Do you know the easiest way to catch them? I have! I have experience!"
Assistant Fang pointed at him, speechless with anger: "You...you really are..."
Bai Ziyue arrogantly sat in the chairman's chair, crossed his legs, and muttered to himself, "I'm really, so awesome."
Assistant Fang: "...I think you look like an idiot!"
Bai Ziyue was not angry. He secretly spat out the chewed tea leaves and smeared them on Assistant Fang's stool.
Assistant Fang, oblivious to what was happening behind him, spoke in a growingly serious tone, "Confessions have come in from the branch. They're not just trying to make money; they're also accumulating resentment. Also, I've noticed recently that paranormal incidents have increased fivefold compared to last month. It's suddenly so frequent, it's not normal. There are also reports that people who died unjustly recently haven't felt any resentment, as if it's been drained away."
When Assistant Fang said this, Duan Anluo thought of the female ghost. If this kind of situation happened frequently, there would be something wrong. People who died tragically should not have no resentment at all.
Assistant Fang said, "What I'm worried about is, what are they trying to do by accumulating so much resentment?"
Assistant Fang looked at Duan Anluo and Si Cang, "You two should be careful recently. I have a feeling they are targeting you two again."
"Really?" Duan Anluo complained. "Why are you always picking on us? We just read books, raise kids, and play with snakes. What have we done to offend anyone?"
Assistant Fang patted Duan Anluo on the shoulder and said seriously, "Don't go out recently. When you have nothing to do, look at the wall and see if you can see any clues with your eyes."
Duan Anluo narrowed his eyes. "What do you think I am for? A prophet? You're not going to use us to make trouble again, are you?"
Assistant Fang said seriously, "How is that possible? If this really happened, I would definitely discuss it with you two. Captain Si, take your oracle back. Keep an eye on it for the next few days and don't let it run around."
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