Chapter 113 Knowing How to Angry Him to Death
Si Cang arrived at the guild and told Assistant Fang, "Send a notice. Each branch is to strictly control their respective areas. If any unusual movement is discovered, they will be killed on the spot. You can take action first and report later. No advance application is required."
"The Si family will guard the gate to the underworld, and the three major families will each guard their own areas. If there is a large-scale supernatural riot, these gates cannot be disturbed. Let several clan leaders guard them personally. Whoever's family is in trouble will use their family's resources to make up for it."
"Also, notify the demon tribe to conduct a screening. Those who are over 500 years old and have not signed a contract with humans will be recalled and are not allowed to stay in the human world."
"Also," Si Cang paused after saying so many words in one breath, "Ask them to check if there are any great demons that have escaped registration after resurrection."
Assistant Fang quickly took notes and looked up to ask, "Is something serious going to happen?"
"Lolo saw the moon turn red last night. He said there were two moons." Si Cang's face darkened. "Those should be the eyes of the great demon."
When Assistant Fang heard his affectionate name, his curiosity was aroused, but he was frightened by Si Cang's next words. How big must it be?
"I'll arrange it right away." Assistant Fang quickly took the transfer order and notified everyone before asking, "Where's Duan Anluo?"
Si Cang's eyes warmed up: "I'm going to sleep in my lounge."
Assistant Fang curled his lips and muttered softly, "You can't be so sleepy while watching TV series. Is there anything that a distinguished VIP like me can't know?"
Si Cang glanced at him: "What's the job description?"
Assistant Fang quickly smiled and said, "I'm just concerned about his health! He's such a master of formations, and I'm counting on him to strengthen the national defense formation."
Si Cang didn't say any more on the subject, and calmly relayed Duan Anluo's words: "He asked you to finish your work, so go over and kowtow and pay your respects."
Assistant Fang chuckled and said, "Let him wait. I'll give him a headbutt in a moment."
The president reacted at this time, "That's not right, I'm the president, what should I do?"
Si Cang remained silent and forgot about him.
Assistant Fang coaxed, "Yes, you are the president, and I still need your stamp after I finish it."
The president asked tentatively, "Can I retire early?"
"You can work for another two years and hold on until the next election." Si Cang said, turned around and left.
The president was silent for a while, then suddenly covered his eyes and sniffed.
"Oh my god! You, you're crying?" Assistant Fang was startled. "Why are you crying? Let's talk it over nicely! If you don't want to retire, just keep working. Work until you're old, work until you die, work until you're rotten. We have no objection."
The president waved his hand. Who would want to end up turning into a box? This damn kid is getting more and more vicious. "Xiao Fang, have you noticed a problem?"
Assistant Fang was puzzled: "What's the problem?"
The president was moved and said, "Si Cang said a lot! He can actually speak properly now. He used to get annoyed when you talked to him, wuwuwu..."
Assistant Fang's mouth twitched, and he handed over the paper helplessly, "Wipe it off, you look so messy when you cry."
The president wiped his nose and muttered, "I'm so relieved..."
Assistant Fang poured him a glass of water and said, "Then you can cry for a while. After you're done, give me the official seal."
President: “…”
What if I don’t have someone who is considerate to me and feel even more sad?
Assistant Fang finished his work and then took the time to look for Duan Anluo.
As soon as he pushed open the door of the lounge, Duan Anluo opened his eyes lazily as if he had calculated the time perfectly.
Assistant Fang looked him up and down with a hint of teasing in his eyes, then casually tossed him a plastic bag and said, "Come on, let's take a picture together."
"What is this?" Duan Anluo took the bag, frowned and opened it. It was a tattered piece of clothing with holes all over it, and stained with dirt and dried blood.
He immediately looked disgusted: "Where did you dig it out from? Did you take it off a dead person?"
"It's specially made for logistics," Assistant Fang said, pulling him up from the sofa. "Captain Si, let me borrow it for your wife for a while. I'll return it to you shortly."
Duan Anluo curled his lips, "Are you interested?"
Assistant Fang smiled and said, "Yes."
Si Cang, who was reading the report on the side, stopped what he was doing and said to Duan Anluo, "Go ahead. I'll find you when I'm done."
"Don't look for me," Duan Anluo said, holding the tattered clothes. "I'll be back when I'm done playing."
Duan Anluo slowly got up and followed Assistant Fang to the 24th floor.
As soon as he stepped out of the filming location, he was stunned. It was like a professional studio, with all the necessary sets, lights, and props, including a huge green cloth. The cameras in front looked like small cannons, with huge lenses!
Duan Anluo found it new, as he had never seen it before.
"Is this the place where you specialize in counterfeiting?" Duan Anluo was a little bit unbelievable. You guys are too comprehensive.
"Hmm," Assistant Fang said in a relaxed tone, "We have professional writers, professional photographers, and professional commentators. Our guild's public relations department offers comprehensive services, top-notch technology, and is incredibly good at cursing."
A staff member came forward enthusiastically and said, "Assistant Fang, Master Duan, please come this way."
The background has been set, a dilapidated coffin and a gloomy atmosphere.
Assistant Fang instructed: "Just take a picture of your back, no need to show your face."
Duan Anluo cooperated and finished filming. Assistant Fang took a look at the finished film and nodded, "Okay. Hurry up and do the post-production. Send the manuscript to me for review once it's finished."
"Don't worry, it will be fine soon."
Half an hour later, the draft was delivered to Assistant Fang. The two of them looked over the content together, and Duan An frowned, "Why am I not included?"
Assistant Fang pointed to a blurry image of a figure in the article and said, "Here you are."
The angle of that photo was very tricky. People who are familiar with it might be able to recognize it roughly, but those who are not familiar with it cannot tell the difference at all.
Assistant Fang explained, "This is just a normal announcement to alert everyone to the reawakening of consciousness of a senior from centuries ago. This image of you is enough. Add to that the photo of the Xuanmen Mountain behind, and those who know you will recognize you at a glance."
"The black energy on me..."
"That was accidentally leaked by an 'informed person.' You can't reveal the reason for the change in your aura. Operate in secret and tell the truth, so the other party will believe you."
Duan Anluo nodded with satisfaction: "Indeed, the more you make up a story, the easier it is to reveal flaws. Great demons can sense the energy of heaven and earth, and they can tell who is lying at a glance."
After confirming that everything was OK, Assistant Fang instructed, "Publish it on our guild's internal website."
Immediately afterwards, someone was arranged to tell the "real situation" privately. Xuanmen, who had disappeared for a long time, suddenly appeared on the homepage of the guild's internal network.
An urgent reminder from within the guild: Don't speculate on the identity of that senior. This happened half a year ago, so just treat it with a normal attitude.
But he did not deny that he was from Xuanmen.
Duan Anluo was still a little worried and asked, "Will the other party really believe it?"
Assistant Fang said with a firm tone and a slight smile: "Don't worry, I deliberately left a few spies inside the guild to let them spread the news."
Duan Anluo nodded, "Okay, then we'll wait."
Not long after, the intelligence was delivered to the young man as expected.
He stared at Duan Anluo's blurry back in the photo, his pupils suddenly constricted, his fingers trembled slightly, and his eyes changed color with excitement. "His soul has dissipated, how can he be resurrected? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
The butler beside him hurried forward and advised, "Master, please calm down! This might be a trap set by the guild. I will send someone to verify its authenticity immediately. Please wait a moment."
But the young man was completely oblivious, his voice practically piercing through his teeth: "I was saying, the aura on him is wrong, it's actually Hou Qing's demonic energy! It's actually like this! Did he regain consciousness after Hou Qing revived? No wonder, no wonder he's robbing me of my grudge!"
He wasn't sure if it was out of excitement or hatred, but his whole body was shaking.
The butler secretly thought that something was wrong, especially when he caught a glimpse of the familiar figure in the intelligence. His face changed and he hurriedly bowed and said, "I'll check it out immediately! Don't worry!"
Before he could finish his words, his master was nowhere to be seen.
The housekeeper hurriedly chased after him, but it was over, he really couldn't control it this time.
Overnight, the entire country seemed to be shrouded in an invisible shadow, and strange events broke out one after another:
A huge black figure suddenly appeared in a tunnel, causing the structure to collapse, killing fifteen people on the spot;
A deceased elderly man, suspected of being a corpse, attacked his relatives during a funeral, killing 13 members of a family across four generations.
The bus driver suddenly went mad without warning and drove into the river;
The school, built on a mass grave, was filled with negative energy. The students lost control of their emotions, became averse to learning and irritable, and the atmosphere was filled with hostility...
Reports from all over the country streamed into headquarters: supernatural fluctuations were rising sharply! Especially around the ancient buildings, signs of recovery were evident, and unusual movements were reported simultaneously from multiple sealed locations.
Similar incidents occurred one after another. The public relations department tried hard to suppress the news and prohibit its dissemination on the Internet, but there were too many cases and it was impossible to suppress it.
This is under the premise that Si Cang made arrangements in advance, strengthened patrols and handled the situation immediately. Otherwise, there would be more accidents.
The next morning, the president stared at the bloody figures on the report, feeling bewildered. "How could such a large-scale supernatural event suddenly break out? Is it due to increased spiritual energy, or is there someone behind the scenes manipulating it?"
"Both." Assistant Fang said calmly. He had anticipated that something would happen. Yesterday, he asked all departments to work in two shifts. After Si Cang gave the order, he wrote a plan. These things can be handled, it just takes time.
"The spiritual energy in July is unstable to begin with. The sealed places mostly feed on resentment. It's normal for those things to become agitated after sensing so many things have happened."
"But this scale is absolutely abnormal," the president said gravely. "We must heighten our vigilance and conduct a comprehensive cleanup. All personnel on leave must return to work immediately. Densely populated cities must remain in chaos, and no incidents can occur in the sealed areas."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Si Cang and said, "Those sealed places, can you take people to take a look?"
Assistant Fang stood up and said, "No, Captain Si can't leave."
He took a step forward, his logic clear. "If there was going to be chaos, why didn't it happen on the Ghost Festival when the yin energy was at its heaviest, but instead happened after the Ghost Festival? Even I, who can't practice cultivation, know that after these days, the yang energy has risen, which is not suitable for ghosts to act. Yet, chaos has broken out now."
He looked at Duan Anluo, "There's only one explanation: He saw the notice we sent out and got anxious. He wants to stir up trouble to lure Captain Si away. His ultimate target is Duan Anluo."
The president was even more anxious: "But our people are not capable enough. If we try to hold on, someone will be sacrificed!"
"Is there ever a day when no one in the guild has sacrificed their lives?" Assistant Fang's voice deepened. "We're always using the lowest cost to ensure the greatest number of lives. I know you're soft-hearted, but sometimes, you have to make choices. From the day we joined the guild and signed our life-or-death agreement, we should have understood: high income means high risk. If you're afraid of death, don't take this money."
The president was speechless for a moment. It was the first time he saw Xiao Fang so serious. This child was growing up so fast.
Assistant Fang's tone softened. "Reality is cruel, but we must face it. The other party is hiding so deeply and his plans are so grand. If Duan Anluo hadn't been used to incite him, he would have continued to lurk. If he really waited until the day of a full-scale outbreak, only more people would die."
The president moved his lips but said nothing.
"Right now, the only thing he wants is Duan Anluo, whether it's his life or his body. Knowing Duan Anluo's true identity, he's already lost his temper." Assistant Fang looked out the window. "I suspect there are people lying in ambush nearby, waiting for Captain Si to leave before they strike. He's a lunatic, and by then, we don't know if headquarters can be saved."
Duan Anluo sat on the sofa with a cold expression. It would be great if he came. He was afraid that he wouldn't come. "It's better if Si Cang hides for a while. I'll lure him out to a deserted place so as not to implicate ordinary people."
"It's not you, Duan Anluo, who wants to lure him out, but Captain Si."
Duan Anluo paused: "Why?"
Several eyes looked over at the same time, all filled with confusion.
Assistant Fang suddenly changed the subject: "You guys don't chase stars, do you?"
"What's the meaning?"
"What are you chasing?"
"It's obvious that the other party is a toxic fan of Duan Anluo. He has a love-hate relationship with Duan Anluo. He can't stand others calling this name and wants to kill them." Assistant Fang looked at the three of them as if he was looking at three stupid people. Couldn't they understand this?
I won’t talk about the president, he doesn’t understand and he is old.
Duan Anluo and his girlfriend are interesting. What kind of love are they talking about? Do they understand each other?
“People who know metaphysics are even more unlucky. Even their families are killed. Doesn’t this force someone named Duan Anluo who is capable to find him?
What was he looking for? To sit down and eat? He was forcing Duan Anluo to seek revenge on him, wanting to see who was better.
"I guess Duan Anluo was once like a male god in his heart, and he worshipped him immensely. Just imagine, how would it feel to defeat your male god? Wouldn't it be awesome? Even someone with the same name as him could hit his sweet spot, let alone a real person?"
Duan Anluo frowned, "You're sick, you're mentally ill! You're crazy!"
"He's a psychopath, mentally twisted. You don't chase idols, so you don't understand this feeling. Judging from the degree of his distortion, I think everyone wants to pull the idol down from the altar, clip his wings, and imprison him so that only he can see him.
There are many ways to insult someone, any way you want to blaspheme. It's like someone who has lived for many years, suppressed their desires for many years, and yet has been unable to obtain them, and has become a twisted and perverted psychopath. Or maybe they're not human, but a stubborn demon. When a demon goes crazy, humans have no chance; demons are capable of anything.
After saying this, Assistant Fang looked at Si Cang's expression and said, "Captain Si, do you understand?"
"What does he know? He's not sick." Duan Anluo stood up with his fists clenched in anger. "I'm going to lure him out. That bastard actually wants to torture me? I'm going to kill him!"
Assistant Fang pushed him down, but Duan Anluo still didn't understand.
"Captain Si, you slept with his idol. Do you think he hates you more, or his idol more?"
Si Cang raised his eyes and said in a low voice: "I understand."
Duan Anluo kicked Assistant Fang: "Don't talk nonsense! Do you have any shame?" He moved closer to Si Cang and lowered his voice: "What do you know?"
Si Cang said in a cold tone, "I know how to piss him off to death."
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