An Ning, Yi Yang, and I stood at the entrance to the alley, watching the restaurant across the street.
I had already poured in the realgar powder. As long as Fang Mingjie ate that bowl of fish soup, he would definitely come running out of the restaurant.
But if he didn't eat it, our plan would definitely fail.
After about twenty minutes, a tall figure appeared at the restaurant entrance.
His face was flushed red, as though he were having an allergic reaction, or as though he were drunk. Even his steps were unsteady.
That figure was none other than Fang Mingjie, the security guard who had worked the night shift at the company last night.
He really was Chang An'an. Even after becoming a spirit, he was still afraid of realgar.
Everything in this world had something that nurtured it and something that countered it. Never mind a two-hundred-year-old snake spirit like him-even Bai Suzhen, a thousand-year-old snake spirit, had been drugged into revealing her true form by Xu Xian.
Fang Mingjie charged recklessly onto the road, nearly getting hit by a car and drawing curses from several drivers.
He seemed somewhat dazed as he staggered toward our alley.
We turned and walked deeper into the alley without a word, then leaned against the wall and pretended to look down at our phones.
Before long, Fang Mingjie came over and walked past us.
"Chang An'an."
I called out to him.
He instinctively turned to look at us, perhaps too muddled to react quickly.
But he soon caught on and hurriedly looked around, pretending he wasn't Chang An'an.
I really hadn't been wrong last night.
He honestly wasn't very bright.
"Heh, heh, heh!"
The three of us rushed him with cold laughs, easily pinning him to the ground as I