Chapter 34
Twelve o'clock midnight.
Yancheng lost its daytime hustle and bustle and fell into the silence of darkness.
There was a dim light on the large flat on the 16th floor of Building 8, Yunjiangwan. Rong Jing threw off the quilt and climbed out of bed in a daze. His head was dizzy and his limbs were limp and weak.
After walking around the bedroom twice with a confused look in his eyes, he got up and walked towards the door.
The moment he opened the door, he bumped into Xie Changshi who was about to push the door open. Xie Changshi lowered his eyes to look at the confused face in front of him, handed the water cup in his hand to him, and asked him: "Does your head hurt?"
Rong Jing felt that Xie Changshi was just like the worm in his stomach. How did he know that he was so thirsty that he could drink a bucket of water?
He drank the water in the cup in two or three gulps, then shook his head: "My head doesn't hurt, but I had a nightmare."
The word "nightmare" stopped the man from turning around. He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "What kind of nightmare?"
"I dreamt that a bad creature stood in your face and said it wanted to eat me!"
Xie Changshi's expression paused, and when he looked at Rong Jing again, his dark, narrow eyes were tinged with a hint of a smile. He asked slowly, "And then?"
Then?
That wicked creature was incredibly evil. Not only did he want to eat him, he also claimed that he loved young, good-looking zombies like him. Rong Jing felt this was a provocation, so without a word, he pulled out a talisman and slapped it on his forehead, shouting angrily, "You want to eat me? Dream on!"
Then, the desire for revenge filled him, and he slapped countless talismans on the other person.
"Is this the talisman paper?" While Rong Jing was still immersed in the memories of his dream, the man in front of him took out a stack of neatly folded talisman paper from his pocket. It was not quite accurate to call it talisman paper because there was no cinnabar on the paper. In other words, it was the simplest yellow silk.
But...how did this thing end up in Xie Changshi's hands?
Rong Jing's head started clacking like an old machine. He stared at the silk and blinked, unable to figure it out. So he asked him directly, "What are you doing with my silk?"
"Maybe it's for revenge."
After leaving behind a rather ambiguous remark, Xie Changshi raised his hand, and a piece of paper suddenly stuck to Rong Jing's forehead. The paper was slightly long, hanging down between his eyes, and was blown by the wind, passing through his field of vision.
Without waiting for Rong Jing to react, Xie Changshi gracefully stuck all the remaining talisman papers in his hand on Rong Jing's face, shoulders, arms and heart.
"Alright little zombie, you're sealed now, you can go back to bed and continue sleeping."
Rong Jing was covered in them. He stood there in a daze for a few seconds before he suddenly realized - the bad guy in his nightmare was actually Xie Changshi, and... it was not a nightmare, but his real experience.
Rong Jing had gotten enough sleep, not feeling sleepy at all. He lifted the paper silk covering his head with his hands, revealing his dark eyes. He followed Xie Changshi and asked curiously, "So, what's going on?"
What could be going on.
It was nothing more than that unreliable Lu Yunji sent a chocolate with liquor filling.
Then Rong Jing got drunk after eating chocolate.
"Is that so? No wonder I felt dizzy after eating." Rong Jing touched his nose guiltily, then took off all the paper silks on his forehead and folded them carefully. Then he looked at Xie Changshi again and muttered softly, "Fortunately, I have used up all the talisman paper, otherwise the Xie family might not have Mr. Xie anymore."
Rong Jing always disliked that drawing talismans took up his mind and time, so he used all the talisman paper he had saved up on Xue Cang and the mute ghost Xiaoyu, so there were no talismans on Xie Changshi's body.
Xie Changshi glanced at him when he heard this and said, "I don't know if Mr. Xie is here, but there may be one more piglet in Yunjiang Bay."
Rong Jing: “……?”
He didn't understand what was said until a few minutes later when he went to the bathroom to wash his face. The cold water on his face seemed to wake up those memories hidden in the corner.
At that time, he used the paper silk as a transformation talisman and slapped it on Xie Changshi's forehead, shouting, "Turn into a pig!"
Rong Jing: “…”
He took a deep breath, stuck his head out of the bathroom door and glanced at the back of the man standing in front of the center island. He couldn't connect Xiaozhu with Xie Changshi at all.
If Xie Changshi really turned into a little pig...
Rong Jing quickly shook his head again to calm down.
Drinking alcohol can cause trouble, so he will definitely only drink pomegranate juice and never touch alcohol again.
…
Xie Changshi was pushed into the room by the guilty Rong Jing to sleep.
Before leaving, Xie Changshi said, "Close the door tightly."
Rong Jing held the door handle and blinked at him, "What are you doing? Are you afraid that I'll come in in the middle of the night and take advantage of you?"
Xie Changshi: "No, I'm afraid you'll turn me into a pig."
Rong Jing: “…”
Rong Jing was furious and took back a good guy card and gave out a vengeful bad guy card.
With a bang, he slammed the door shut, then stood at the door and shouted, "Remember to lock the door, otherwise I will sneak in in the middle of the night and turn you into a little pig!"
Not wanting to hear Xie Changshi's answer, Rong Jing snorted and turned to the living room. Since he couldn't sleep anyway and had run out of talisman paper, he might as well take advantage of today to restock his stock.
But before drawing the talisman, Rong Jing took out a tortoise shell and told himself his fortune.
Kan hexagram.
The so-called Kan hexagram represents water, with water above and below, and the two waters overlapping, adding danger to danger, and numerous obstacles. *
The hexagram line six-three means that one is in a dangerous situation surrounded by dangers and must be cautious and not act rashly. *
Rong Jing wasn't surprised by this hexagram; he was calculating the possibility of his own journey to Yingzi Mountain. Based on the actual situation, Han Yu seemed to be just an ordinary Taoist priest within their sect, yet he possessed a demon capable of decimating the entire Liuyun Temple. This was sufficient proof that their sect possessed considerable resources and should not be underestimated.
It’s too unrealistic to go to their door directly.
But he was now in conflict with Han Yu over Xue Cang's incident. Judging by Han Yu's brutal massacre of the entire Liuyun Temple, he must be a ruthless person who would do anything to achieve his goal. This kind of person, after suffering a loss at Rong Jing's hands, would definitely try to get back at Rong Jing.
Therefore, Rong Jing will have plenty of opportunities to fight Han Yu in the future.
Not to mention that Han Yu would definitely not let Xue Cang live.
...If we can take this opportunity to catch Han Yu, it will be a good thing for both Xue Cang and Rong Jing.
Thinking of this, Rong Jing became full of motivation to draw talismans.
He wanted to draw all the talismans he knew how to draw, and then teach Han Yu a lesson!
Rong Jing buried his head in work. He was drawing talismans when Xie Changshi was sleeping, he was still drawing talismans when Xie Changshi woke up, and he was still drawing talismans when Xie Changshi was getting ready to go to work.
Xie Changshi didn't dare to disturb him. After all, he noticed with his sharp eyes that there were two transformation talismans in the small box on the left side of the mirror.
When drunk, Rong Jing could only act crazy, but now Rong Jing really had the ability to turn him into a pig.
Xie Changshi hasn't had enough of being a human being, so he doesn't want to try to transform into another creature for the time being.
So he left a note saying that he was going to work, picked up his suit jacket, pushed the door and left.
When Rong Jing felt his body stiffen and put down the cinnabar pen, the entire living room was empty. It was so quiet that he could even hear the sound of falling leaves outside the window. He looked around and saw a note as expected. It read: I'm going to the company. There's some leftover cake from yesterday in the refrigerator, and there's breakfast in the oven. Remember to eat it.
A stick figure pig followed behind.
Rong Jing smiled, thinking to herself, Xie Changshi drew a pig on this paper. Isn't that the same as him admitting that he is a pig? Otherwise, who would draw a pig in the note area?
When I looked more closely, I saw the word "mirror" written in the middle of the pig.
Rong Jing: “…”
Take back another good guy card and give out a bad guy card.
He angrily ate his breakfast and cake, then carried his finished talisman paper to the Xie Private Hospital. When he left yesterday, Rong Jing was still dazed and didn't look well, but when he came back today, he was that optimistic and happy little zombie again.
When I pushed open the door of Room 1206, there were no doctors or nurses, only Xue Cang and Xiaoyu playing and fighting.
Or to be more precise, Xue Cang was leaning against the headboard, watching the little fish floating around and imitating the various characters in the TV series.
So cute.
Rong Jing came over and greeted Xue Cang and Xiaoyu.
Xue Cang had been extremely worried about Rong Jing since he left the hospital yesterday after hearing about the Xuantian Temple incident. Seeing Rong Jing's smile return, he felt relieved. He smiled at Rong Jing and asked, "Why are you here? I heard from Deputy Chi that you usually set up a fortune-telling stall on Changhua Street around this time."
Rong Jing nodded: "But there have been some special circumstances recently."
He took out a piece of talisman paper from his pocket and stuffed it on the headboard of Xue Cang's bed: "These are the talismans I drew last night, you can use them first."
Xue Cang was stunned for a moment, then said: "Actually not——"
Rong Jing interrupted him: "Although I don't know the specific reason, Han Yu must be dissatisfied that he failed to kill you. Now you are injured and hospitalized. If he comes again, it will definitely cause big problems."
But then again...should Xue Cang stay somewhere else?
He is not safe in the hospital, and neither are the other patients there.
Xue Cang obviously thought of what Rong Jing had thought of as well: "I talked to Deputy Chi and the others yesterday. They said that if I don't mind, I can go to their special department as a non-staff member, and they can even arrange for me to live in a staff dormitory."
The salary is a bit low.
But the issue of salary is not worth mentioning to Xue Cang.
He was just worried, what would he do if the evil ghost recovered and Han Yu took him to Yancheng's special department to seek revenge?
Rong Jing used the transformation talisman to transform Xiaoyu into a small fish for fun. Then, he crossed his legs and supported his chin with his fingers, thinking seriously: "I heard from Sister Duan that the boss of the special department is very powerful. If Han Yu really comes to him, he might be seeking his own death."
"And Chi Bai and the others must have considered all these things. Don't worry. The most important thing for you right now is to recuperate well."
Rong Jing's voice was clear and crisp, and his eyes were sincere as he spoke. Xue Cang's heart softened at his gaze. He lowered his head and thought for a long while, then exhaled and said with a smile, "I am narrow-minded."
In the next few days, the entire Yancheng seemed to fall into peace again.
After a full-body examination the next day, Xue Cang was discharged from the hospital and went to the special department of Yancheng Police Station, and Rong Jing also returned to his usual days of setting up a stall.
Although the heat brought by the Chang Tianrui incident has gradually decreased with the passage of time, the traffic on Changhua Street is still exaggeratedly good.
street.
Cao Zhen sat cross-legged on the ground, with a piece of red silk spread in front of him. Above the red silk was written: "Divine Calculations." On the left and right sides were: "Palmistry, fortune-telling, and prediction of future blessings and disasters."
In the middle of the three lines of words, the black and white Bagua diagram is particularly eye-catching.
"I just came from over there. That guy named Rong Jing is doing really good business." At the stall to the right of Cao Zhen was a thin man selling antiques. He huddled on a small stool and talked to Cao Zhen.
Cao Zhen couldn't help but curl his lips when he heard this: "All the business is with him now."
After saying that, he couldn't help but add a few more words: "It's ridiculous that so many people come to visit for 500 yuan a divination."
The antique dealer thought to himself, isn’t it because the other person’s predictions are so accurate?
To be honest, he was quite tempted, but he and Cao Zhen had known each other for a year or two, and he always felt it was a bit strange to go to someone else's stall to tell fortunes without his knowledge, so he gave up the idea.
The two chatted casually for a few more sentences, and the conversation turned back to Rong Jing. There was sourness in Cao Zhen's words, and the antique shop owner couldn't refute him. He could only nod in agreement with a bitter heart, regretting very much why he had brought up Rong Jing for no reason. Wasn't this asking for trouble?
But just as he was muttering to himself, three figures came into his sight.
Two of them were older, with obvious wrinkles on their faces and gray hair. They were supporting each other and must be a couple.
The man standing next to the couple looked younger, but he was about forty years old. He was wearing a black jacket. He looked at his cell phone and then looked at both sides of Changhua Street.
It's obvious that he's looking for someone.
I guess he was looking for a mirror stall.
All the customers who came from other places because they heard that Rong Jing was very accurate in fortune-telling looked like this.
The antique dealer's eyes rolled around, and he suddenly touched Cao Zhen's arm. Cao Zhen frowned and looked over. He saw that the antique dealer had already greeted the three of them enthusiastically: "Three, would you like to have a look at your face and have your fortune told?"
The man in the black jacket, who was about forty years old, glanced at Cao Zhen suspiciously and asked, "Are you Rong Jing? I don't think you are. The internet says he looks no more than twenty."
But Cao Zhen was different. He was already in his forties or fifties, and had a long beard. He did look like a sage, but he had nothing to do with the description of "under twenty years old".
Hearing the word 'Rong Jing', Cao Zhen's face immediately turned grim. The antique shop owner, however, smiled and said, "You should go find Master Rong. He's over there. But his fortune-telling is very expensive, and the lines are long. You might not even get your turn today. So why not try our Master Cao? He's very capable, and his fees are very reasonable. He's definitely not a rip-off."
Hearing that they would have to wait in line for a long time, the couple looked at each other. The man patted his wife's hand, said, "I'll go and take a look," and walked to the end of the street.
When he reached the end of the street, he found that the antique dealer, though shifty-looking, was not lying. The line in front of the stall was at least twenty people long. The man went up to ask and found that among the twenty people, there were more than a dozen who had received numbered tickets but were just there to go shopping.
The man was speaking to a warm-hearted young woman who told him bluntly, "Master Rong closes his stall pretty early these days. I doubt it'll be your turn if you line up now. You'll have to come tomorrow."
"Is that so? Thank you, little girl."
The little girl waved her hands quickly.
The man returned to his wife and told her the news he had just received. His wife was a little stunned for a moment. They were not native to Yancheng, nor did they come here specifically to find Rong Jing for fortune-telling. It was just that when they passed by Yancheng, her brother-in-law said that there was a very powerful master here, so they decided to come here to try their luck.
But unexpectedly, their luck was still as bad as before.
"Oh, that Master Rong is just a bit of a boast online. Didn't this uncle just go over and take a look notice that those people lining up are all little girls? To be honest, they're probably there just to see Master Rong's face."
The antique shop owner pointed to the stall next to him and said, "But our Master Cao is different. If you don't believe me, just ask the shop owners here. Master Cao has been here for several years. He is definitely capable."
Next to the antique dealer was a toy stall. The dealer wasn't a big fan of fortune-telling, but he wasn't stupid enough to say anything bad about it in front of the person involved. So he nodded and said, "It's been there for two years."
When the man in the black jacket heard this, he immediately said, "Then let's settle it with Master Cao first?"
Cao Zhen finally spoke: "My fees are all written on it. Fortune telling is twenty, drawing lots is forty, and physiognomy is a little more expensive, sixty. You can choose your own."
"Let's do a fortune telling first."
"What do you want to calculate?"
The antique dealer brought out two chairs and motioned for the couple to sit down. The couple thanked him before the husband spoke in a hoarse voice, "Well, we have a daughter who's been missing for eleven years. We've been searching for her for all these years, and we wanted to figure out where we could find her."
Where to find her?
"This requires the correct location, the price will be more than twenty. If you ask me if I can find it, the price will be twenty." Cao Zhen fiddled with the tortoise shell and the copper coins, and glanced at the couple.
His sudden change of words and the exorbitant price he raised made both of them unable to react. They looked at each other and saw some regret in each other's eyes.
Perhaps they shouldn't have any hope for such superstitious behavior, but... they really had no other choice.
Eleven years, more than four thousand days and nights, were so long that the two of them could hardly endure it. But when they thought that their daughter might still be waiting for them in some corner of the world, they could only grit their teeth and persevere.
During the silence, the man in the black jacket spoke up: "Even if my niece is there, I'll pay for it. Master, just tell me how much you want."
Cao Zhen opened his hands towards the three people and gestured: Five hundred.
Cao Zhen was smart. These three people originally went for Rong Jing. They must have known that Rong Jing cost 500 yuan for one divination. Since they were already prepared to spend 500 yuan, there was no need for him to save money for them.
Black Jacket wasn't unacceptable to the five hundred yuan increase. He had earned a lot of money over the years, so he nodded without thinking too much. "I'll transfer it to you now. Please help us calculate where my niece is now."
"OK."
Everything will be easy once the money arrives.
Cao Zhen stuffed the copper coins into the turtle shell, shook it vigorously, and then threw out the copper coins one by one.
Six copper coins were laid out in front of the three men, and the man in the black jacket asked, "What does this mean?"
Cao Zhen didn't answer his question directly, but asked thoughtfully: "Are you from the south? Have you passed by Kangshan?"
If the three of them were still skeptical of Cao Zhen before, then as soon as he said the word "Kangshan", this suspicion disappeared completely in an instant.
The man in the black jacket froze in thought, while the couple's eyes suddenly lit up. The woman nodded with red eyes, "Yes, we passed by Kangshan, but didn't find anyone. Master, did you figure it out?"
"Of course you didn't find her, because she's in the north." Cao Zhen fiddled with the tortoise for a while and said, "She must have been abducted. Her exact location is unclear, but I can tell you she's in a mountainous area."
"A place with a lot of mountains?" The man in the black jacket seemed to let out a sigh. He then immediately pulled out his phone and began searching for the mountainous areas in the north. The webpage quickly popped up the answer, and he quickly handed the phone to his brother and sister-in-law. "Brother, sister-in-law, is Lingling in Xingtan?"
When the antique dealer heard the word Xingtan, he nodded. "I've been to Xingtan. It's really mountainous there. And in the small village I visited, there were stories of older bachelors bringing back young wives."
Bachelor, outside, young wife.
These key words combined together almost explicitly state human trafficking.
The woman's eyes suddenly became redder. Although she had guessed something when her daughter went missing, she could not control her emotions at all when she thought that her daughter would really fall into such a situation, and she broke down in tears.
The antique shop owner seemed to have not expected that his words would cause such a big reaction from the mother, and his expression was a little embarrassed for a moment.
The man was tougher and kept apologizing to the antique shop owner.
The antique shop owner couldn't stand this and quickly waved his hand at them: "Then you should hurry up and find the person now. Even though it has been eleven years, it's better to find the person sooner."
"You are right."
The man in the black jacket kept saying thank you to Cao Zhen, and he helped his weak wife up, and the three of them walked out of Changhua Street together.
As they walked, they discussed: "We originally bought tickets to Qinning tomorrow, so let's change them directly to Xingtan. Brother and sister-in-law, what do you think?"
The couple naturally nodded, but looking at the brother-in-law in front of them, the woman felt a little guilty: "Awei, you have been to many places with us in the past two months. How about your brother and I go to Xingtan?"
The man nodded and said, "Yes, you still have work to do."
The man in the black jacket shook his head: "It's okay, I'll go with you."
The other side.
Rong Jing closed his stall a little late today, so he strolled around Changhua Street and bought two Family Pancakes.
While biting a pancake and waiting for the red light to cross the road, he heard a few girls next to him talking.
"Right here, a car just hit a couple. The man is fine, but the woman seems to have broken her leg. I see she's in so much pain she can't stand up."
"How did it happen?"
"The driver said the brakes simply failed, but I'm not sure of the details."
"Oh, that's unfortunate."
"Who says it isn't?"
bite.
The green light is on.
Rong Jing raised his foot and walked towards the parking lot across the street.
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