Chapter 67: Xu Xu's Plan

  I'd rather die than go to the hospital with him. If he were a normal person, that would be fine. But what if he's a yang soul? He'll definitely be taken away by experts for dissection and research.

  Liu Weimin said, "I don't believe him, and I won't let him verify it either. In that case, there's no way to discuss this matter. But he must figure out what exactly happened to me, even if the country will allow him to use force when I refuse to cooperate."

  I feel very wronged. I said you can't catch a soft persimmon and squeeze it hard, that Liu Weimin also appeared as a proud representative of the country at first. Now you're doing this too, it seems like the country is specifically targeting me? I'm also a citizen who has paid taxes to the country!

  Liu Weimin didn't expect me to say something like this, and was stunned into silence.

  "I took advantage of the situation: 'Old man, either you or him is a scoundrel. He bullied me once and impersonated you to do evil deeds, while you are the embodiment of justice. Shouldn't you protect me without hesitation? If you also learn from him to bully honest people, what's the difference between you two? Let me tell you something from the heart, I have family and attachments, and that person is also threatening me with my family, otherwise I would have fought him to the death long ago. Now you want me to confess, which means you want my whole family to die!'"

  The old man looked at me in surprise and sighed, "You're also a hot-blooded young man. Why don't you believe I have the ability to protect you? That person can only control the No. 6 archaeological team by impersonating me. Can't you guess my identity?"

  Following his words, I thought for a moment and asked in surprise: "Are you from Dao Xie?"

  He nodded in agreement.

  I've never had a good impression of Taoist associations, always feeling that those who occasionally hold seminars, wear name tags on their chest and speak loudly into microphones are no longer the genuine and skilled Taoists they once were.

  It wasn't until I heard about the reputation of the No. 6 archaeological team that I asked Xi Qi for advice.

  He said that the people I mentioned were not actually Taoists, but rather researchers of Taoist studies who mixed in with the Taoists. They studied and researched theories about cultivating oneself, governing the country, and bringing peace to the world. The truly capable ones were all sitting below the stage, taking notes in a small notebook.

  No ghosts dare to be presumptuous towards the country, so the country does not need Taoist priests to catch ghosts, but ordinary people do. A Taoist priest who can catch ghosts can deceive many ordinary people, so there is this organization. From time to time, the organization organizes everyone to study theoretical knowledge, giving a group of old men and women who only know how to draw talismans and recite incantations something to do, lest they get bored and run out to catch ghosts and collect disciples.

  It's also an unavoidable thing, the times are different from the past. The Taoist who can catch ghosts can't withstand bullets. Even if a large formation is set up in the mountains, a missile will come and there won't be any mountain left.

  However, such people are not entirely useless. For example, when the country discovers the secrets of Guan Cun Village, it can't just send troops to fill up that coffin with lives, so there's a team like the No. 6 Archaeological Team.

  Xu Jiji taught me that from now on, when I see news related to the Taoist Association, I should look for those who are confused, only know how to read scripts, or simply close their eyes and meditate without saying a word. These people are mostly high-ranking officials, while those who are enthusiastic and radiant with joy are basically just mouthpieces for conveying instructions.

  Generally speaking, the Taoist Association has a high threshold. Unless you can confront a country head-on, everyone has to join the association. However, some people have a very high reputation among the people and do enough superficial work, but the Taoist Association cannot control them. Some people desperately curry favor and become honored guests of many high-ranking officials, just to get a position in the association. Xu Qi personally admitted that Mount Longhu did not give him the opportunity to join the association, and even if he joined, he would not be ranked high. The water is very deep there!

  Liu Weimin, who was in front of him, could command the No. 6 archaeological team, and apart from his high position and heavy power, he also had to have a certain strength, otherwise he would only lead the talents cultivated by the country with great difficulty to death.

  I wanted to believe him, but I didn't dare stake Wenjing on it, so I tentatively asked: "Old master, if the person bullying me is the abbot of a certain famous Taoist temple, do you have a way?"

  Liu Weimin said proudly: "They don't dare to be rude in front of me."

  I felt a little relieved and asked him to sit down. I poured him a cup of tea and handed it over, saying with some reserve: "Let me tell you about a strange person first, see if you can handle it."

  "He sipped his tea and said, 'Speak.'"

  "There is a person over two meters tall, I only reach his waist position, thin as a skeleton, face like a horse, every time he appears beside me, I feel like I'm about to freeze to death, do you know who this person is..."

  Before I could finish my words, the teacup in his hand had fallen to the ground, his mouth was agape and his eyes were wide with a stupid expression. I hastily waved my hands in front of him, and Liu Weimin finally came back to himself, lowering his head to pick up the broken pieces on the ground, covering up his terrified look.

  I asked him what's wrong?

  He muttered and said it was nothing, just a slip of the hand.

  My heart sank, the old Chinese doctor saw Wenjing for the first time and also smashed the cup, saying that his hand slipped, but in fact, he saw four fierce ghosts, and Liu Weimin also came up with this move, my hope was shattered.

  However, he was more honest than the old Chinese doctor. After straightening his waist, he looked at me with a serious face and said: "Wang Zhen, little friend, have you told anyone else about this strange person?"

  Xu Qi knew, but seeing Liu Weimin's tense appearance, I suddenly said: "No one knows, only I know!"

  He visibly let out a sigh of relief and said to me, "That's good. This matter is quite complicated. You mustn't tell anyone about it, or else your life will be in danger. Do you understand what I mean?"

  I somewhat understand; could it be that he's implying that once I leak the information out, he'll silence me by killing me?

  I hastily nodded, fearing he wouldn't believe me and made an oath. Liu Weimin let out a sorrowful sigh, saying that originally he had only thought there was a fierce ghost killing people, but hadn't expected so much mystery within, and that they must be cautious in their actions, advancing slowly and carefully, for if they were even slightly careless, they would fall into an irretrievable situation.

  I asked him, who is that horse-faced monster after all? Could it be that he's one of the ox-headed and horse-faced guardians of the underworld?

  Liu Weimin scrunched up his face, waved his hand and said: "It's not as mysterious as you think. The scary part of this matter isn't the person himself, but why he appeared in front of you." After a pause, Liu Weimin looked at the time and it wasn't early, so he asked for my phone number and said: "I have to rush back to Beijing tomorrow to deal with some things, and then I'll be in touch with you. At that time, we can discuss this further in Beijing!"

  Guai Cai had a detailed conversation with him, and Liu Weimin was said to be unflappable when he heard about Ma Lian's face, but this Liu Weimin was scared out of his wits. It's clear who's superior and who's inferior. Getting mixed up with him is no different from asking for trouble.

  I made an excuse saying I couldn't go, I still have to go to work, with elderly and young at home, a whole family relying on me for support.

  He nodded in understanding, but pulled out a bank card from his body and said, "I don't know how much money is here, but it's definitely enough. I can quit my job, because from now on, I'm working for him."

  Have seen extortion, heard of blackmail, who has ever heard of forcing others to receive money?

  The Liu Weimin in front of me is like this, I refused to accept it, and finally he said with a straight face: "If you are bullied by others, you must also find your own reasons. Like you now, not knowing what's good for you, it's clearly forcing me to bully you."

  Helpless, I had no choice but to accept his kindness. Liu Weimin got up to find Xiao Mei, and it was unknown what the woman and You Wu were doing in the house. When they came out, their faces were flushed red. Liu Weimin said that the old Chinese doctor's affairs should have nothing to do with me, and told her not to make things difficult for me again.

  Xiao Mei said with a scowl: "Even if it wasn't him who caused it, it was because of him that we suffered this bloody disaster!"

  Liu Weimin said sternly, "You can't talk like that. There are countless people who have seen ghosts, why did your grandfather unjustly suffer a terrible fate? On the surface, it's related to the law, but in secret, it's related to the gods. The things your grandfather did in his early years were the real reason for his demise. Your family has been doctors for generations, you must take this as a warning and avoid following in his footsteps."

  A few words later, Xiao's face turned sullen and Liu Weimin bid farewell to me with a nod of his hand. As he was leaving, he still reminded me that in the future when he calls me, no matter where I am, I must rush to Beijing to meet him. If he has to send someone to catch me, then I won't be a guest of honor, but a prisoner under escort.

  Liu Weimin went out and Yu Mo hurriedly poked his head out, looked around and asked me with lingering fear: "Is he gone?"

  I didn't dare look at his face, nodded and asked him, how can he face his family with this appearance?

  Xiao Mei removed the gauze from his face, revealing shallow but densely packed scars that had already scabbed over. Half of his face looked like it had been charred, making him look ferocious and frightening. Especially since I had just suffered an injury myself, it made me feel heavy-hearted and uncomfortable.

  It's just that You Mochen didn't care at all, he said the more seriously injured, the easier it would be to soften Xiaobai's heart later, and now the plastic surgery technology is so advanced, there's really no need to worry, and scars are a man's medal. He said that with this appearance now, even ghosts would be afraid!

  That's right, scars are a man's medal, but who the hell hangs medals on their face?

  Because many things can't be said to Xiaomei, and staying for a long time would inevitably lead to questioning, I apologized to her and then wanted to go home. You'er, however, was prepared to stay here, firstly because it's inconvenient to see family members, and secondly to let Xiaomei treat her illness. Xu Qi is a rough man, and simply stopping the bleeding wasn't enough; Xiaomei found that there were still many small stones embedded in his face.

  I didn't let Xiaomei see me off, I carried my bag and took a taxi home. On the way, I was still thinking about my situation, and casually asked the taxi driver: "Driver, do you think I'm human or a ghost?" The driver's face immediately changed, and he refused to drive into the alley, even after I paid the fare, he kept glancing left and right under the car lights, as if afraid of receiving hell money.

  The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I become. Although it's been less than half a month since I left home, tremendous changes have taken place. The gentle cat has turned back into a human, while I've gotten myself into trouble. However, people are most capable of putting themselves at a disadvantage. My heart is not worried in the slightest; I'm just thinking about how I'll soon be able to see Gentle, and I couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

  Without knocking, she sent a text message to Wenjing, and soon heard a commotion inside the house. The cat's eyes gleamed with a white light for a moment before going dark again. Then the door opened, and a petite girl, Yu Yan, threw herself into my arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

  A warm feeling surged in my heart, this trip to Guan Cai Village was all for this silly girl. Although even I don't know what I did, and it was a close call, but she's finally safe and sound. It was all worth it, I'm still a capable brother after all.

  Wenjing was already asleep, and when I opened the door, she was only wearing her underwear. I carried her into the house, but Wenjing continued to cry nonstop. I stroked her head and said, "You haven't eaten dinner yet, if you keep crying, you'll starve me to death."

  Wen Jing wiped away her tears, stared at me dazedly for a while, then went back to the bedroom to put on slippers and pajamas, pulled me to the kitchen, and had me accompany her to cook.

  During this time, I asked her if she remembered what happened during that period. She nodded but didn't elaborate, and I couldn't help but feel a bit worried, fearing that Li Dazhuang might have done something to her. But it's not the kind of thing you can ask directly, so seeing that her expression was normal, I planned to find another opportunity to talk about it later. Then I asked if there had been anyone monitoring her movements over the past few days.

  Wenjing said there were three older brothers with her, not to monitor her, but they just left last night.

  While cooking, every time Quiet had a spare moment, she would hug me tightly, as if afraid I'd run away. At first, I comforted her with a smile, but later on, it started to feel off. After dinner, I said I was exhausted and hastily took a shower before escaping into the bedroom, not daring to face Quiet's resentful gaze.

  After a dozen or so minutes, I heard a faint rustling of footsteps that finally stopped at my door. I called out tentatively: "Wen Jing?"

  A cold voice came from outside the door: "Wang Zhen, come out and let's talk."