Chapter 1920: Chapter 1920: Seeking Immortality at the Yellow Springs (Part 1)
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Chuzheng stood in the dark: "Mm."
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Chuzheng: "..."
I’ll endure it!
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I thought it would continue, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on that little broken bed of mine, and Chuzheng was in a daze for quite a while.
She raised her hand and fumbled around her body for a moment.
Good, not taken to be cremated.
Chuzheng got up to wash up, and turned around to see two papier-mâché figures of Gao Yuanhong standing behind her.
Chuzheng was startled: "What are you doing?"
Who are you trying to scare early in the morning!
The papier-mâché figures stared unblinkingly at her, Chuzheng annoyed: "Hungry, hungry, hungry, I’m still hungry. Do you know anything besides eating?"
"Master, I’m hungry too." A little short-legged robot popped its head out from behind the papier-mâché figures, whining in a childlike voice.
Chuzheng: "..."
Scram!
You’re a robot, what the hell do you know about being hungry!
Chuzheng pushed the papier-mâché figures aside, picking and choosing among the small bottles on the table before selecting two, pouring out the Souls inside and patting them directly onto the papier-mâché figures.
The Souls quickly disappeared into the bodies of the papier-mâché figures.
The big red lips on the papier-mâché figures’ faces stretched wider.
Chuzheng felt a tinge of uneasiness, hurried downstairs, and found another papier-mâché figure behind the door, feeding it the same way.
The robot clanked down the stairs: "Master, you didn’t even wait for me. Do you not love me anymore, or do you have another robot outside?"
Chuzheng: "..."
"Show me the information on Xing Jue." Chuzheng, too lazy to bother with the robot, asked it to display Xing Jue’s data.
"What’s there to see about him?" The robot asked as it projected the data into the air: "What’s so great about this? Master, if you find me a tall and mighty body, I can be handsome like that too."
Chuzheng shot a threatening look at it: "Are you talking a lot?"
The robot clumsily locked its own mouth, indicating it wouldn’t speak anymore.
Chuzheng moved her gaze away, and the robot quickly added: "What’s so good about a pretty boy anyway!" Then immediately turned away, with its back facing Chuzheng.
Chuzheng: "..."
Chuzheng looked at the displayed data.
Name: Xing Jue
Gender: Male
Nationality: HG
Zodiac: Pisces
Birthday: March 20
Blood Type: B
...
The known information doesn’t match, except for gender and blood type, and of course, the birthday doesn’t match, so the zodiac sign wouldn’t either, so it only counts as one...
Could it not be him?
Chuzheng cursed the bastard again in her heart, then stepped out in flip-flops to go to work.
"Miss Chuzheng?"
Hu Shuo probably found it surprising for Chuzheng to come to work so early, as if the sun rose from the west, amazed.
"Let me ask you a question."
"Go ahead."
"When is your sir’s birthday?"
"March 20th."
"..."
It’s really March 20th.
Hu Shuo was puzzled: "Miss Chuzheng, why are you asking about this?" This simple information can be found online, and it was also included in the data he provided.
"Nothing."
Chuzheng walked off without looking back.
Hu Shuo looked at the manor, then at the direction Chuzheng left, fingers moving in the air several times.
What!
Wasn’t she coming to work? Why did she just leave?
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The funeral director Bao Lei hasn’t been found, and all other clues have dried up. Wenxian Road seems to be shrouded in an invisible gloom.
"Wan Fei was killed by that group from the funeral parlor, but it wasn’t them who moved the body outside, so who did it?"
Liu Zhong was holding a meeting, going through recent events.
Mei Ji, huddled in the corner, raised the rabbit ears in her hand: "So you’re saying, there’s another group?"
Xie Shi propped his head up, with the lopsided jester hat: "One group killed Wan Fei, another dumped the body, so it’s two groups, then what’s the purpose of these two groups?"
Su Yao, standing on a stool, rather dominantly said: "According to Miss Chuzheng, the group that killed Wan Fei wants more unknown beings to settle in, and they have a way to make corpses act like normal people. Never mind the purpose for now, but what about the group that dumped the body? What are they up to?"
Jiang Sanzhan, dressed like a thug, clearly wasn’t suited for such cerebral activities, sitting there watching as if he were just auditing.
The frail beauty Ye Yueli was leafing through a book, with information about some unknown creatures vaguely visible on it.
As everyone was pondering, Chuzheng strolled in from outside.
"Everyone’s here?"
"Miss Chuzheng." Jiang Sanzhan stood first, making room for her.
Chuzheng didn’t care where she sat, casually sitting down and tossing something in her hand onto the table.
"Take a look at these places."
Spread on the table was a map of Jingnan City, with many places marked with a pen.
"Miss Chuzheng, what’s this?"
"Places where Spiritual Value Fluctuations have been extremely abnormal in the past two years, especially these two places."
Chuzheng pointed at two locations, one being a funeral parlor, and the other a hospital.
That group needs bodies, and funeral parlors and hospitals are their best choices.
Chuzheng issued new instructions, and the group soon split into two teams.
Due to his injury, Liu Zhong, out of the traditional virtue of respecting the elderly and cherishing the young, was ordered to stay in the shop.
Liu Zhong: "Young lady, do you think this situation is serious?"
"I don’t know." Chuzheng got up, the chair made a slight noise as it dragged on the floor. She placed her hand on the table, meeting Liu Zhong’s gaze: "But Wenxian Road is not a place they can offend at will."
The girl’s voice was soft but carried a weight of trust.
Liu Zhong nodded: "I hope this matter is cleared up soon."
Chuzheng didn’t answer, turned away, and left.
As she exited the shop and looked up the street, she happened to see Xing Qiao standing alone across the street, holding a book.
Xing Qiao...
Chuzheng silently repeated several names, looped around the back, and went upstairs.
Chuzheng retrieved Xing Qiao’s contract, took it into that small room, and after some unknown amount of time, she emerged, collapsing onto the sofa without an ounce of grace.
"Xing Qiao..."
Chuzheng sighed.
Why choose a time like this?
"Master, what’s wrong?" The robot rolled over, looked up at the person slumped on the sofa.
"I’m thinking of getting you a new master."
"Huh?" The robot was bewildered and suddenly burst out: "You’re going to abandon your husband and child?"
Chuzheng: "..."
Where did it learn such nonsense!
Who’s the husband, who’s the child?
The robot went on with its one-man show for quite a while, with Chuzheng not responding, it finally quieted down, asking in a small voice: "Master, you can’t be serious, right?"
Chuzheng slapped the contract down in front of the robot: "It’s already been foretold, the next master of Wenxian Road."
The contract was clearly different from before, with many more patterns on the paper, and Xing Qiao’s name was hidden.
Chuzheng had felt something was wrong before.
Xing Qiao was too young, and the color of the flame he used before was wrong too.
