The topic was abruptly changed. Wei Sushen remained expressionless, but he reminded himself in his heart.
Fang Shan leaned forward and stared at the information on the screen: "This girl is not simple."
The debt collection company will not show any pity to a helpless girl. The more ruthless ones may even arrest her and use her to pay off the debt.
"Her brother owes so much money, yet she has been able to live peacefully until now."
Apart from the incident at the factory, the information Arthur had gathered mentioned no similar incidents.
"Besides, her brother has been dead for over a year. Why wait until now to arrange the kidnapping?"
Wei Sushen said calmly: "Just ask the kidnappers and you will know."
Fang Shan raised his eyebrows: "Isn't he still detained at the police station?"
Wei Sushen's tone carried some other meaning: "He will tell the truth."
Fang Shan reacted for a few seconds, then said solemnly, "Host, please correct your attitude and stop speaking like a boss."
Wei Sushen nodded slightly, but it was unknown how much he had heard.
Fang Shan: "Although I made a big mistake out of my confusion at the beginning, I will take responsibility, provided you obey me."
Wei Sushen thought these words sounded strange, but then he thought about it and realized that they were just like a scumbag having sex after drinking, with a tone that was half soothing and half threatening.
Fang Shan was still stroking the tiger's fur: "So the host should be a good boy."
Wei Sushen let him go with an unfathomable look in his eyes.
"She's top of her class, gets scholarships every year, and is often bullied by jealous girls at school..." Fang Shan said with interest, "She has all the standard Mary Sue traits."
Besides, Wei Ye felt unsatisfied after teaching the little fat boy a lesson. Because Jiang Meiling was there, he couldn't scold his eldest son. He went upstairs with a gloomy face, ready to have a "good" talk about recent events. As soon as he stood at the door, he heard a quarrel.
"I think it meets your standards," Wei Sushen said with a mocking tone, "Are you so impatient to climb up the social ladder?"
Fang Shan said indifferently: "If you really think so, then I can't help it! Besides, it was your own free will in the first place..."
Wei Ye just felt that the amount of information was too much... His son, who had been so arrogant since childhood, was being cheated on?
Just as he was thinking, the door suddenly opened. Wei Sushen's eyes were cold and he slammed the door and left. Fang Shan hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and chased after him, saying, "I still love you."
The fat boy who was walking to the stairs looked puzzled: "What happened?"
Wei Ye's tone contained a hint of relief: "Your brother was cheated on."
As soon as he said that, he saw Jiang Meiling behind the fat boy and took back what he wanted to say. Jiang Meiling, contrary to her usual behavior, didn't take it seriously and said with a smile, "I think he is doing this on purpose for you to see."
Wei Ye seemed stunned, and his expression suddenly turned bad.
Just like Jiang Meiling's guess, Wei Sushen guessed that Wei Ye would not let him go easily, and that he would only be scolded if he stayed at home. So he simply found an excuse to go out and avoid the limelight.
After the factory was cleaned up, the stale and decayed smell dissipated. Fang Shan found an empty spot and sat down. "We should add a bed and some daily necessities here."
He had a premonition that the day when Wei Sushen would be kicked out of his home was not far away.
Upon hearing this, Wei Sushen's fingers, which were making props, froze, and the parts were misaligned and fell to the ground.
Fang Shan pretended not to see this scene, tilted his head back and closed his eyes, as if he was resting.
After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes, his expression was incomprehensible: "Chen Bingying..."
Wei Sushen rearranged the parts and began to piece them together, pretending not to hear his muttering.
Fang Shan tilted his head. "It's easy to check someone, but no one can guarantee the authenticity of their information. What we see might just be what they want us to see." After a moment's thought, he said, "Why not go and ask?"
Wei Sushen finally responded: "Who are you asking?"
Fang Shan grinned: "Dead man."
The moon in the suburbs seemed to be possessed, hiding behind the clouds and refusing to come out. The graves were covered with dead grass, and the words on the tombstones were covered with dust.
Fang Shan shook his head. "It's only been a year and it's already become a deserted grave. I'm afraid no one will come to pay their respects for a long time."
You can't blame Chen Bingying for being heartless. Anyone would be indignant if they were burdened with debts during such a good time.
Chen Fengtang.
The first thing Wei Sushen noticed was the name of the deceased. Judging from the strokes, it did meet Fang Shan's requirements.
Fang Shan asked an irrelevant question: "How much Su Shuang Points and Face Slapping Points are left?"
Wei Sushen: "Less than fifty."
He had almost no surplus, as all the points from daily tasks were used to enter various worlds.
Fang Shan: "Including this time, is that enough for seventy?"
Although the task is not completed, the score range will still be given as the execution progresses.
Wei Sushen: "Almost."
Fang Shan nodded: "That's good... Let's start digging."
Wei Sushen vaguely caught his thoughts, and without wasting any words, the two of them worked together to lift out the coffin.
Fang Shan held onto the edge of the coffin, his expression serious, but also hinting at a warning: "You only need to exploit this loophole once, but don't follow my example and learn from me."
Wei Sushen chuckled, and Fang Shan stopped talking nonsense and asked him to choose to enter the first alien world he had visited.
It was the same late night, but the bright moon was shining brightly over this land, peeking out from the jar, and I felt a sense of familiarity.
Wei Sushen stood on the mound and saw an exorcist chasing evil spirits in the distance. He happened to be standing on a slope facing the wind, and under the moonlight, the cold was biting.
The coffin stopped at the bare ground. Although Wei Sushen didn't look back, he could feel Fang Shan's eyes on him. After a long moment, he slowly spoke, "You can't bring the living into the world, but you can bring the dead, right?"
Fang Shan: "Besides, a world has its own rules of operation. It's impossible to randomly refresh tasks. This is a loophole."
Wei Sushen: "That is to say, as long as I want, I can choose any mission world to spend the rest of my life in."
"You're overthinking it." Fang Shan said unhappily, "You won't be excluded by the world's rules for a while. If it takes too long, I'll kill you."
“…”
The evil spirit's roar was carried by the wind and sounded terrifying. Fang Shan pushed open the coffin and said, "Imagine me going in and out of the host's body. How would the host feel?"
Wei Sushen was silent.
Fang Shan: "Similarly, to this world, the host is an outsider. If he goes out and comes back again, and refuses to leave, isn't that courting death?"
Wei Sushen breathed a sigh of relief. Since they met, Fang Shan had led him through many loopholes, each one more exaggerated than the last.
Fang Shan was busy carrying out the remains of the body, and sighed: "Host, you must be a good person in the future, don't be like me."
Faced with the suffocating operation, Wei Sushen asked the key question: "Summoning the spirits?"
Fang Shan nodded: "There is no spiritual energy in your world. There is no such thing as three souls and six spirits. You can only try another world."
As he spoke, he suppressed his heartache and took out a scroll and spread it out. On the scroll were several lifelike red-crowned cranes, as if they would fly out at the next moment.
Wei Sushen's eyes tightened, and he slowly uttered two words: "Props."
Fang Shan smiled awkwardly: "They are all disposable consumables, not worth mentioning."
Wei Sushen didn't expose his lie: "No wonder you were so successful in the cultivation world back then."
Fang Shan coughed lightly and bit his finger. The red-crowned crane's wings on the scroll seemed to move. As the blood flowed, Fang Shan's face gradually turned pale. The red-crowned crane's wings were completely dyed red. It flapped lightly, and light enveloped the wreckage, and a snow-white feather fell.
The blurred outline gradually became clear, and a handsome face appeared in the salty night breeze.
"Chen Fengtang." Fang Shan tried to call out.
The man turned his gaze towards him, a faint blue light floating in his eyes, and nodded.
Fang Shan sighed inwardly. Even if ordinary debris moved to another world, it would not be easy to summon the soul, unless the soul was filled with resentment after death and was unwilling to leave easily.
"I want to ask something about your sister."
Chen Fengtang's eyes instantly changed from cloudy to as dangerous as a poisonous snake.
Fang Shan didn't take his change of heart: "I guess your brother-sister relationship isn't deep, so why hesitate?"
One committed suicide leaving behind countless foreign debts, and the other has never been worshipped since his death.
"What do you want to know?" Chen Fengtang spoke slowly, his smile seeming to hold a hint of amusement. "Why should I tell you?"
Fang Shan said nothing, waiting for him to put forward his conditions.
Chen Fengtang murmured, "I want to live a glorious life for once."
Fang Shan didn't lie to him: "There's nothing I can do about it if I come back from the dead."
Chen Fengtang was extremely disappointed. Fang Shan looked at him with a softer gaze. After a slight hesitation, he told him the truth: "You could have had a different life."
"What do you mean?"
Fang Shan cut another wound on his arm: "Although I can't help you be reborn, I can let you experience the passion of a counterattack."
A red-crowned crane flew out of the painting, and its feathers fell on Chen Fengtang, almost completely covering him.
Chen Fengtang floated there motionless, with his eyes closed, as if his soul had been taken away.
Wei Sushen: "What did you do?"
Fang Shan: "Let him immerse himself in it and feel what we experienced in the first two worlds." He smiled and turned his head: "In this illusion, he won't be able to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and may even mistake himself for you."
Wei Sushen could feel that Fang Shan treated Chen Fengtang with special leniency. Allowing him to take out the props and inquire about the information was one thing, but there was also the intention of compensation.
Time didn't stand still in the darkness of the night. A long time passed, and the sky was already turning pale. Chen Fengtang finally opened his eyes again. At this moment, he looked at Fang Shan with a complicated look: "If I hadn't been drunk and made mistakes..."
Fang Shan did not deny it: "You will truly become the real protagonist of these stories."
Chen Fengtang's gaze passed Fang Shan and stopped at Wei Sushen. He had met Wei Sushen several times before. He was a true child of destiny and was the focus of everyone's attention wherever he went.
"Destiny..." These two words came out of his mouth with endless mockery.
Chen Fengtang looked at Fang Shan again and suddenly calmed down.
Fang Shan pursed his lips. He thought Chen Fengtang would rush over to question him.
"Do you know," Chen Fengtang pointed at Wei Sushen, "how I felt when I saw what he went through?"
Fang Shan: "Angry and unwilling."
Chen Fengtang shook his head: "That was before I had any experience. Now, even if I die, I have no regrets."
Even someone like Wei Sushen was repeatedly tricked. If it were me, I might not even make it through the first round.
“……!”
The author has something to say: Fang Shan: I know you hate me.
Chen Fengtang: No, I don’t hate it.
Fang Shan: Don’t be stubborn, just cry if you want to.
Chen Fengtang: A blessing in disguise. Besides, I only lost a silly system, which is a blessing.
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