The Wishing Machine and a Fortune

Twenty minutes later, Cheng Sheng emerged from a nearby abandoned house with a strange expression on his face.

He strode to the main road, flagged down a tuk-tuk, and urged the driver directly, "To the city center."

The tuk-tuk swayed and rattled as it carried Cheng Sheng into the city. Passing a bank, Cheng Sheng got out, paid the fare, and then went into an empty ATM...

Over the next period of time, Cheng Sheng went to several banks, trying out one bank card after another.

After trying out the last bank card, Cheng Sheng bought an iced fresh coconut from a roadside vendor and plopped down on the steps in front of a closed shop.

"Call--"

The cool, sweet coconut water flowed down his throat and into his stomach, and the instant refreshment quickly calmed Cheng Sheng's continuously excited mind.

"I didn't expect... it actually works."

Cheng Sheng, reflecting on everything he had just done, couldn't help but mutter, "I'm truly a genius."

The bank cards in Ruan Wen's wallet were originally considered the most worthless things in Cheng Sheng's possession.

After all, he didn't know the bank card PIN and had no connection with Ruan Wen. Even if he had her ID card in his hand, he couldn't withdraw the money.

But then a thought suddenly struck him—why not ask those on the other side of the Abyss?

He held the simplest and most unpretentious sacrificial ceremony in history, with the offerings consisting only of the bodily fluids left by Ruan Wen and a few fat chickens bought from a nearby villager.

result...

I actually got a few strings of numbers!

After testing, it was confirmed that these were indeed the PINs for Ruan Wen's bank cards!

"Actually, I should have thought of this sooner... When in trouble, seek out the devil."

Cheng Sheng, with the straw in his mouth, thought to himself, "Many things that are difficult for ordinary people are simpler for demons than eating and drinking."

The requirements are simple, and the offerings needed don't need to be too good either.

In everyday situations, you can use them as a low-end version of a "wishing machine"...

The effort of raising a few fat chickens yielded an exceptionally generous reward.

Ruan Wen's bank cards all had money in them, ranging from a few hundred thousand to over a million, totaling more than three million Nan Currency!

"Fighting to the death in the arena for half a month, and almost being forced to cross-dress in the ring, is not as good as taking down a Body Sha boxer!"

More than three million Nan Currency!

Cheng Sheng took a deep drag on the coconut.

Now all the problems that had been troubling him were solved at once.

Not only for the fourth sacrifice, but also for the Five Sacrifices, sixth, and even seventh sacrifices!

The biggest obstacle that has always limited his improvement in fighting skills has been money. Now that this obstacle has disappeared, Cheng Sheng can quickly become stronger in a short period of time.

"Bang!"

The empty coconut shell fell heavily to the ground. Cheng Sheng stood up from the steps, a glint flashing quickly in his calm eyes.

"There's another problem... that needs to be addressed immediately."

Suburbs, villa.

Zhou Wenye sat shirtless on the edge of the bed, casually picked up a cigarette from the cabinet next to him, and lit it.

In the slowly dissipating smoke, a woman with a good figure got out of bed, leaned over his back, and gently stroked his earlobe with her fingers.

"I'm in a really bad mood today, everyone else isn't even like this..."

"Smack!--"

Before the woman could finish speaking, Zhou Wenye suddenly sprang up and slapped her onto the bed.

"Can't you see I still have medicine on my stomach? Damn it!"

The woman was stunned by the slap. She covered her face and stared blankly at Zhou Wenye's ferocious expression until people outside heard the commotion and rushed in. Only then did she hurriedly begin to apologize.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..."

The anger in Zhou Wenye's eyes did not diminish; instead, his expression became impatient.

"Take her to the park and let her stay for a few months."

Upon hearing this, the woman on the bed's expression, which had initially been flustered, immediately turned into one of fear.

"No! I don't want to go to the park! Wenye, I was wrong! I know I was wrong! I'll never be so sarcastic again..."

Zhou Wenye didn't bother to look at her, waved his hand, and the two of them simply picked up the woman and strode out of the room.

Even after leaving the room, the woman's shrill screams could still be heard inside. She had only been slapped, yet it felt as if she was about to fall into hell.

Zhou Wenye showed no reaction to this. The injury on his lower abdomen had been there for almost a month and still needed to be treated. It was not only a source of physical pain for him, but also a psychological scar that he couldn't bear to reveal.

Anyway, he'd been playing around with that woman for months and was tired of her, and he'd spent a lot of money on her. Sending her to his "factory" to make her pay back the money was a win-win situation; he could even "recycle" her and make some more money out of her.

This wasn't the first time Zhou Wenye had done something like this.

"Call--"

Zhou Wenye casually threw on a bathrobe and slippers before walking out of the room.

A man who looked like a butler bent down and approached him, walking slowly beside him.

"Where has Ruan Wen been these past few days? I asked her to help with some small things, and she readily agreed, but almost half a month has passed and there's still no sign of her..."

Zhou Wenye touched his aching lower abdomen and said coldly with a sinister expression, "Could it be that you secretly ran away with her people?"

Ruan Wen was his bodyguard. Besides teaching him martial arts in his spare time, he was also responsible for the daily security of the villa and received a very generous salary from the Zhou family every month.

This is also why Zhou Wenye assigned her to kill someone for him—why not use a skilled person he hired!

"Miss Ruan said a couple of days ago that she had something to take care of, it seems... it's the matter you asked her to do, young master."

The butler beside him replied quietly.

"I asked her to kill a high school student who hasn't even finished his Body Tempering, and she has to do it herself?"

Zhou Wenye sneered upon hearing this, "Her men are useless too."

The Wunan's Number One Killing King? I think he's more like a chicken killer!

Zhou Wenye snorted coldly. Last time he asked Ruan Wen for help in setting up the Black Killing Boxing Gym, Ruan Wen demanded 20 million from him, and Zhou Wenye had long harbored resentment towards Ruan Wen.

Putting that topic aside, Zhou Wenye casually asked, "Where's my dad? What's he been up to lately?"

"The master has been in Panma for some time now."

Panma Province?

Zhou Wenye frowned. "What's he doing over there? Since when did we have business in Panma?"

"The master has met a sorcerer from Dongyue in Panma, and is making a great effort to befriend him, preparing to invite him over..."

"A surrendered army?!"

Upon hearing those two words, Zhou Wenye paused, his expression slowly turning strange.

Are you sure?

"That's what the master said when he called last time."

"Call..."

Zhou Wenye's eyes began to light up with excitement.

A surrendered army! It was actually a surrendered army!

His father actually had the opportunity to meet a real sorcerer!

Zhou Wenye did not come from an ordinary family. People at his level and in his circle already knew that the profession of "spirit medium" truly existed in this world!

Of course, they are not the kind of Curse who pretend to be gods and ghosts on cultural and folk streets, as most people know them, but a group that truly possesses extraordinary abilities.

Their status is exalted, and even the royal family must treat them with respect. Nantu a multi-prefecture autonomous region, and various armed forces run rampant in many places, not even afraid of the government army. However, the Nantu royal family has always maintained a strong control over the entire Nantu because the Nantu royal family has always supported a powerful organization composed entirely of surrendered troops.

"If Dad could really bring that sorcerer from Dongyue to Qingsha and enshrine him in the park, wouldn't our family business expand tenfold?!"

Just thinking about it made Zhou Wenye's breathing quicken.

"Damn it, compared to a sorcerer, a fighter is nothing!"

Even the Wunan's Number One Killing King would have to kneel down and lick my shoe soles!

As soon as they arrive, I'll kick Ruan Wen out! Oh no...

A flash of malice crossed Zhou Wenye's eyes, "I want her dead!"

Thinking of this, Zhou Wenye softened his tone slightly and solemnly instructed, "Call my dad more often recently, and tell me immediately if you have any news."

"Yes."

Zhou Wenye chatted with the butler for a few more minutes when he suddenly felt a dull, sharp pain in his lower abdomen. His face darkened, and he waved for the butler to leave.

He randomly picked a room, opened the door, and went in to use the restroom.

He suffered an injury to his lower abdomen, and for the past month, urinating has felt like torture. Even now, Zhou Wenye still occasionally urinates blood.