216. Nonsense, We're Sick!

"Master, your disciple only asks to fulfill my filial duty..."

Fan Jianqiang was secretly overjoyed, but outwardly he remained melancholic, stating that he only wanted to fulfill his filial duty, not that he didn't want to go out.

Jiu Wu was filled with emotion and was about to speak again when Tian Qi said directly, "Jianqiang, you are a good child, but don't worry."

"Your task is to strive for excellence and work hard for your future."

"The path of cultivation is inherently defying the heavens. Your master's wife has prepared some treasures for you. If you encounter danger while traveling, they should be able to save your lives."

"You may now go out."

Her words nearly made Fan Jianqiang collapse.

Looking at the Storage Bag in front of him, Fan Jianqiang said with a mournful face, "But Master's wife, I want to serve Master. Otherwise, if we all die unexpectedly, wouldn't there be no one to fulfill our filial duties to Master?"

Don't worry.

Tian Qi patted his chest. "With your master's wife here, I'll take good care of this old geezer."

Fan Jianqiang: "..."

Lu Ming accepted the Storage Bag with gratitude. "My master's wife has always thought of us in every way. We should strive to be the best and fight for a better tomorrow."

"Senior brother, a man's ambition lies in all corners of the world. I think even if something happens to us, Master won't blame us. Let's go..."

Fan Jianqiang: "(⊙o⊙)..."

What the hell can I say?

Fan Jianqiang was speechless for a while, and had nothing to say. He could only look back every few steps as he went down the mountain.

Even though I was extremely unwilling, there was nothing I could do!

If it were just about Jiu Wu, Fan Jianqiang felt he could definitely persuade her, but his master's wife... well, it's a long story!

It's a long story!

Purple Mansion Palace.

Qi Zixiao had already bid farewell and left.

The mahjong game that Su Muxue, Purple Bamboo True Person, Xiao Zhan, and Mo Daolin had been playing also temporarily stopped.

Zizhu pondered for a moment and said, " In this Era of Great Strife, it is not a problem for me to go out and compete for opportunities, but... Zixiao possesses the Merit Golden Ring and controls the Sky Gazing Mirror. If she goes out rashly, I'm afraid..."

Xiao Zhan hesitated for a moment. "Senior brother, could you arrange for two old fellows to accompany her? Moreover, it seems that she intends to take the Sky Gazing Mirror with her, which contradicts what you said before."

"If they are unwilling, I can go out and take care of them secretly."

"I'll go instead."

Su Muxue rolled her eyes. "You old fools, after all, men and women are different. Besides, with me here, as long as the Holy Master of the major holy lands don't come out, no one can touch Zixiao."

Su Muxue's name is very gentle, and she also has an intellectual beauty.

But at this moment, no one was surprised when she uttered these incredibly domineering words...

If you are fooled by her appearance and name, you will surely suffer a great loss.

"No need."

Mo Daolin slowly shook his head.

"Zixiao, there is an opportunity, no obstacles."

"The Sky Gazing Mirror... will not fail."

Su Muxue: "..."

Xiao Zhan: "..."

Zizhu: "..."

Fine! You're the Holy Master, you're in charge.

After a moment of silence, Su Muxue finally voiced her doubts. "Zixiao's fate is full of countless variables, impossible to see through. Can you predict it?"

"It can be seen..."

"A corner of the future."

Mo Daolin, his voice trembling with unease, before slowly replying, "It's alright."

"In that case, I am relieved."

Su Muxue smiled, "So it seems that, Senior Brother, having reached the Quasi-Emperor realm, you have already made initial contact with the Law of Time?"

"I need to speed things up too..."

Purple Bamboo True Person and Xiao Zhan were equally shocked.

But the next second...

Crackling sounds!

Su Muxue calmly twirled the mahjong tiles. "Hurry, hurry! I feel like I'm getting close to the Great Dao. Who knows when I'll have an epiphany and break through!"

The three of them. "..."

Buzz!

Qi Zixiao rode the wind at an extremely fast speed. In less than half a day, he had traversed thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, with countless 'scenery' passing beneath his feet. He was not far from stepping out of the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

At this point, Qi Zixiao suddenly felt somewhat lost...

Looking back, almost all of her memories were within the Holy Land. Apart from Earth, Qi Zixiao had almost never left the Holy Land.

Memories before entering the Holy Land?

I can't remember anymore...

All she knew was that her parents had passed away, and that Mo Daolin had found her, brought her back to the Holy Land, and raised her from a young age.

Then, due to her extraordinary talent, she made great strides and became Saintess.

Within the Purple Mansion Holy Land, legends about Qi Zixiao can be found in various places.

But now that she was about to leave the holy land, she suddenly felt lost.

Where should I go?

"Sister A'Wu".

Holding Sky Gazing Mirror, she sped through the sky, wanting to ask a question.

"What is it?"

My heart feels somewhat lost.

Qi Zixiao whispered, "I don't know where to go."

"Everyone says that cultivators can avoid misfortune and attract good fortune, but I feel nothing at all..."

"Without a feeling, there is no good or bad fortune."

A Wu replied, "If you have no destination, I do have a good place you can try."

"Where?"

"North of the Eastern Wasteland... the Ten Thousand Demons Tomb."

"The Ten Thousand Demons Tomb?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Zixiao nodded gently. "Then let's go..."

She changed direction and headed north, asking a question along the way.

"Sister A'Wu, why do you make this suggestion?"

"Recently, the energy fluctuations near the Ten Thousand Demons Tomb have been quite strange. Based on my experience over the years, it seems that a treasure is about to be born."

"A treasure?"

"This, too, is a matter of chance."

Qi Zixiao understood and said no more.

She stopped just before she was about to cross over, landing in a desolate, deep mountain. After confirming that no one was around, she muttered to herself, "I have left the Holy Land and am now on my way to the Ten Thousand Demons Tomb."

"I told you before that I would go out Era of Great Strife, and now is the time to go out."

"I remember we agreed to work together. I won't say anything more, but I hope you remember what we said back then."

"Finally, you must be more careful when you are out in the world, unlike when you are in the holy land."

"..."

Earth.

Following the 'points' in his mind, Lin Fan drove his G-Wagon and quickly found one of the groups of people.

but...

Something's not right.

"Hospital... Neurology Department?"

The 'point' in my mind is clearly the area in front of me.

But ahead was the Neurology Department of a hospital. What? Could someone who had designs on me be Neurology Department?

Not long after...

Wu Guodong also arrived.

Lin Fan called him while on his way, and given their current relationship, Wu Guodong naturally rushed over immediately.

Upon meeting, Wu Guodong, dressed in casual clothes, couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's going on?"

"Why did we have to meet here?"

There are people inside.

"??? Isn't that obvious?"

"What I mean is, there are bad guys inside," Lin Fan emphasized.

"...Good people usually don't come to the doctor, especially not the Neurology Department? There are probably more mentally ill people than normal people here."

Wu Guodong clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Hey? Are you trying to argue with me?"

Lin Fan said with a pained expression, "In short, someone has their eye on me and wants to make a move against me. They are not good people."

"I'll point out the people to you later. You just need to follow the normal procedures, investigate them all, and then handle them according to what you find. Is that alright?"

"Oh?"

Wu Guodong gradually turned serious. "Why did I target you? Because of your identity Nemesis of Evil?"

"Because I'm too rich."

Lin Fan chuckled, "There's nothing we can do. When people are too rich, they become dazzling, like fireflies in the night or scarab beetles among beetles. They can't stay low-key even if they want to."

"Stop showing off. Just because you have money doesn't mean you're all that."

Wu Guodong laughed and scolded, "Can't you be a little more considerate of my feelings?"

"Alright, point them out to me. I don't have many people with me, but checking a few shouldn't be a problem."

Data is so readily available now.

For example, fugitives or their personal information can be accessed by any police officer.

Besides, it's perfectly reasonable for the police to suspect you of something and check your information, right?

That's all plausible.

If we find the problem, we'll handle it accordingly; if we can't find it... then we just can't find it.

"Okay, let's go in then."

Lin Fan led Wu Guodong into the Neurology Department...

Then...

I saw several burly men surrounding a female doctor in a consultation room, almost scaring her to tears.

"What did you say?!"

One of the burly men spoke up, his voice booming. "We're not sick? How can we not be sick?!"

Others chimed in to support him.

"That's right, doctor, don't try to fool us!"

"Yes, yes, although we may not be very educated, we still know whether someone is sick or not!"

"If you weren't sick, would we have been able to... do that last night?"

Are you trying to tell us that ghosts exist in this world?

"But... after our comprehensive examination, MRI, and my observation of you, you really are not sick."

The female doctor spoke timidly...

"Impossible!"

A burly man slammed his fist on the table. "It's impossible for us not to be sick!"

"You quack, are you trying to fool us or what? Why would we come here if we weren't sick?"

"So, you're just jokingly calling us crazy?"

Wu Guodong looked on in astonishment. "..."

Lin Fan: "Uh..."

"Is this the guy?" Wu Guodong muttered to himself. "Just these few guys. You don't need to point them out. If I see them on the street, I'll check their IDs."

"I would believe you if you said they would eat children when they get angry."

Lin Fan: "Ahem, it's them."

"So, what's going on with them?"

Wu Guodong was very curious. "They all say they're sick, but the doctor says they're not, and they're still not happy?"

"Maybe he's mentally ill..." Lin Fan mumbled vaguely.

"I don't believe you for a second."

Wu Guodong made it clear that he didn't believe it.

"Alright, there are some things about your line of work that I don't understand, so I won't say anything to you. But there's one thing you need to be careful about. Setting Up an Altar and Performing Rituals isn't wrong, but you can only do that to bad people. You can't do anything to good people."

"This is a matter of principle."

Lin Fan: "..."

Okay!

So this guy thinks we Setting Up an Altar and Performing Rituals and summoned some Wandering Spirit, causing these guys to get sick?

But we really didn't do anything!