"Because we didn't participate in the battle at Qingqiao, the academy has become the dominant force in these years."
"So much so that in the land of the academy, if you want to do something, you must first find someone and give gifts, and then you can do it."
"The person I'm looking for is naturally someone from my academy."
"As long as you find people from the academy and send the money, things will be done naturally."
"In ten years, hey..."
Mr. Da sighed, took out a thick document from his arms, put it on the table, and said, "This is the list of people who have had their luck deprived of their luck by the disciples of my academy in the past ten years."
"There are various reasons for further education, work, marriage, and getting rich, totaling 10,462 people."
"Among them, a total of 775 people died who were directly or indirectly responsible for being robbed of their luck."
Mr. Da said that he started to tremble, "I usually don't think there are many when I count them, but now I see that Dangtang Academy is already guilty of a mountain of crimes."
Yang Ning asked quietly: "What have you been doing in the past ten years?"
"Watch the clouds, sleep, listen to the wind, watch the rain, and wait for death."
Yang Ning glanced at him and just drank tea without saying a word.
Mr. Da himself said: "When I first started, I also thought about severely punishing some people as examples."
"But later I discovered that if we want to continue to maintain this academy, which has been inherited for more than two thousand years, it is simply impossible to rely solely on the ticket money to enter the mountain."
"Because of the existence of the Special Administration Bureau, there are fewer and fewer wandering ghosts in this world. By helping people with Feng Shui and catching ghosts, it is no problem to make a few disciples rich, but there is still no hope of maintaining the entire academy."
"I don't know how to make money, so I simply set up a rotating teacher system to manage the academy. I am autistic and no longer care about the affairs of the academy."
"I sat by the sea of clouds. Ten years passed by. I occasionally showed up without asking anything else. It wasn't until I regained my sight and hearing that I realized that I still underestimated people's greed."
With that said, Mr. Da pushed the thick document in front of Yang Ning and said softly: "Now, the fate has come. Just watch and kill him."
Yang Ning opened the destiny book and flipped through it, then smiled at Mr. Da and said, "More than seven hundred lives? But I have more than eight hundred good destiny. It seems..."
"Mr. Da deserves a lot of good fortune."
Anyone else would have peed their pants on the spot after hearing Yang Ning's words.
But Mr. Da just nodded lightly and said, "My disciples are doing evil, so Mr. Da, shouldn't I do more good deeds?"
"Those who were still alive after their luck was taken away, I helped them change their fate. I may have saved some people during this process."
"Those who have died, I can only gather them together and hand them over to someone who can help them find justice."
The night rain was pouring down, and through the rain curtain, the hum of the bus's engine could be heard.
Yang Ning: "???"
He said with a strange expression: "They are already dead and have become ghosts, and you still bring them here in a bus?"
Mr. Da looked a little embarrassed and said, "If you can give me a little more respect, just give me a little more."
Yang Ning lowered his head and rummaged through his white cloth bag, grabbed a puff of black smoke and put it on the table, saying, "Big Fatty Sun, what do you think of his behavior?"
In the black smoke, Big Fatty Sun shouted at the top of his lungs: "You've pooped in your crotch, do you want to find the manhole? It's too late!"
Yang Ning: "Although it is vulgar, it is not necessarily inaccurate. What do you think, Mr. Da?"
Mr. Big: "..."
He said awkwardly: "Well, it's getting late. Look, why don't you go pick up the guests from outside?"
Yang Ning stood up and said, "Let's go."
In the early morning rain on an autumn night, at the intersection of Yundu.
Several third-level agents from the Special Administration Bureau led a group of ordinary agents to surround a dozen buses in front of them as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
These buses all have their curtains drawn, and even the windshields in front are covered with sunshades.
Most people don't know what's in the car, but those from the Special Administration Bureau know it all!
There are more than a dozen buses. If they are full, then...
Now all the second-level special agents in the Zhongzhou area are gone. This situation makes the special agents present sweating on their foreheads.
Someone cursed in a low voice: "What the hell, these people actually know how to take a car into the city? Are they here for a meeting?"
"Yundu Road, Yundu Road, this place is really evil..."
When Yang Ning and Mr. Da arrived, Yang Ning waved to the nearby special agents and said, "Brother! Come on, it's okay here!"
That was an ordinary special agent who had never faced Yang Ning directly.
But in the shadow of the famous tree, Na Teqin said almost in tears: "Don't, don't! I can't bear your words!"
After saying that, he immediately reported to the third-level special agent who led the team, and then the people from the Special Administration Bureau withdrew in a hurry.
Of course, they just retreated to a nearby intersection and did not leave completely.
When the people from the Special Administration Bureau left and there was no one at the pedestrian street in the early morning on a rainy night, Yang Ning said to Mr. Da: "Okay, let them come out."
"I'll take it all."
Mr. Da turned his head and looked behind him and said, "There are people watching in the convenience store opposite your store."
Yang Ning said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, let him see, he is someone who has been there before, he won't be scared to death."
Mr. Big: “What if I’m scared to death?”
Yang Ning looked at him sideways and said, "Have you never heard of the legend of Zhongzhou Crematorium?"
"It doesn't matter how many people die every month."
Mr. Big: "..."
He stepped forward and clapped his hands, and the doors of more than a dozen buses opened at the same time.
Afterwards, ghosts with different death appearances, but each more miserable than the last, floated down from the car in an orderly manner.
Here, Mr. Big began to introduce Yang Ning to the ghosts. Behind him, in the convenience store.
Xiao Nan, who was working the night shift, covered her mouth and widened her eyes, her heart almost stopped beating.
After a while, looking at the very orderly ghosts getting out of the car one after another, Xiaonan seemed to realize something, and she patted her heart and said, "I'm scared to death!"
"Where did you find these actors with ghost makeup? This late at night..."
"It almost scared me to death."
While saying that, Xiaonan also complained in the work group.
As a result, the store manager was actually awake at this hour, and replied to Xiao Nan: Be good, close the door, we are closed tonight, but don’t get off work, just sleep in the store.
Xiaonan:? ? ?
Store manager: Just do as you're told, don't ask why.
Xiaonan: I don’t feel comfortable asking.
Store Manager: An actor with ghost makeup? Who do you look down on? It’s only been a few days since anyone died on Yundu Road? Is the shopkeeper so out of your sight?
Xiaonan: "..."
Without saying anything, Xiaonan hurriedly went to close the door, but at this moment——
Ding dong!
welcome!
The welcome system in the convenience store automatically announced that Yang Ning and Mr. Da, who were yawning, were already standing at the door of the convenience store.
Yang Ning: "You can eat whatever you want, I'll treat you."
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