Chapter 273: Under the Three Immortals Bridge

The following month.

Wu Xian's life was very regular.

He spent his mornings mostly at the gym, where the big guy Su Mi provided him with professional one-on-one instruction, leaving Wu Xian in pain yet happy.

During the breaks in his training.

Wu Xian often chatted with the old man Wen Chao.

In Wu Xian's first Fudi, Wen Chao had once personally refined his deceased wife into a zombie.

So, Wu Xian had initially thought that after leaving the Fudi, he would be in unbearable agony, perhaps even suicidal.

But as they chatted, Wu Xian discovered that Wen Chao's mental state was very healthy, without a hint of gloom, as if he had completely detached himself from the haze of his wife's death.

Even his body was healthy enough to make Wu Xian envious.

At noon and in the evening.

Wu Xian generally spent his time at home.

Playing games and watching horror movies to cultivate his sentiments, so as not to lose his composure when seeing something in a Fudi.

Speaking of horror movies.

The horror movies in the real world were very effective.

They did a great job with the scary parts, providing enough gore and psychological pressure; the only flaw was that the endings of all horror movies were man-made.

Either drugging, mental illness, or high technology...

In short, it was absolutely impossible for real ghosts or malevolent entities to appear.

This made Wu Xian feel like there was a bone stuck in his throat while watching, always feeling that it wasn't quite satisfying, just missing that final thrill.

In fact, it wasn't just movies and TV shows.

Games, novels, anime, and even literary works, and even religious legends in the real world, had no "supernatural evil monsters" in existence.

The consensus of everyone in the entire real world was that all bizarre things were just fantasies; even in movies, if someone filmed a real ghost, they would be mocked and boycotted by all the viewers.

It was precisely because of this social atmosphere.

That when Wu Xian was investigating the Fudi case, he hadn't thought about ghosts or gods at all.

Of course.

Wu Xian had no dissatisfaction with this; on the contrary, he had a deeper understanding of the current state of the world.

Everything was to prevent the leakage of Fudi information! Human imagination is infinite.

As long as a gap was opened, even without information leakage, someone would definitely, by some twist of fate, "create" the correct information.

Besides these.

Wu Xian just ate and played.

Bai Gu's cooking skills had become even more impressive, changing patterns every day to make all kinds of delicacies for Wu Xian. Wu Xian basically accepted everything; he wasn't working out to lose weight, so he had no dietary restrictions.

Chicken, duck, fish, meat, pork, beef, lamb, and goose.

Even looking at this life from the perspective of the former Wu Xian, one would have to call it extravagant.

But even with such gluttony.

Wu Xian's household finances could still hold up.

Along with the increase in the number of times he participated in Fudi, the money and grain/oil issued by the Chenghuangmiao every month were much more than before, and coupled with the income from scavenging, it could barely be considered breaking even...

It is worth mentioning.

Tong Yuai had officially joined the Chenghuangmiao, and she was the one who distributed Wu Xian's monthly allowance and grain/rice/oil. After a month of fitness.

Wu Xian felt very fulfilled, healthy, wonderful, and useful...

So after his monthly pass expired, he decided to stop going to the gym for the time being.

For someone like him, going to the gym every day was truly too painful; if it weren't for the expensive fitness courses Su Mi had tricked him into buying, he might not have been able to persist through this month.

After the fitness ended, Wu Xian took Bai Gu to travel around for a few days, and only then did he feel his mental state improve, ready to prepare for entering the next Fudi.

On the south side of Fuyuan City.

There was a morning market.

Near the morning market was a small river ditch, and on the ditch was the Three Immortals Bridge.

Actually, this Three Immortals Bridge was originally called the Small Ditch Bridge; the reason it was called the Three Immortals Bridge was because two people often sat under the bridge, one called Su the Immortal, and the other called Li the Li Juxian.

Of course.

These two were not the kind of immortals who could divine the future.

The public opinion atmosphere in the real world didn't have the soil for such immortals to survive.

The one surnamed Li didn't have a home, having moved under the bridge years ago to live in a tent. During the day, he usually fished, occasionally helping people sharpen knives. His tent, his clothes rack, his pots and pans, greatly affected the nearby city appearance.

The one surnamed Su was a famous drunkard in the neighborhood; whenever he got drunk, he liked to find people to chat with, reeking of alcohol and being disliked by everyone. Only Li the Li Juxian didn't mind him and was willing to listen to his nagging, so he was also a regular at the Three Immortals Bridge.

Some might be confused.

This is only two immortals, how can it be called the Three Immortals Bridge?

It turned out that on the other side of the Three Immortals Bridge, there was a dog kennel, and a fierce stray dog lived there, so the nearby residents joked that it was the Three Immortals Bridge.

Over time, this Small Ditch Bridge was renamed.

Outsiders looked at the Three Immortals Bridge with cold eyes.

Vagrants, drunkards, stray dogs—all were social scum who would be better off disappearing.

But the two brothers under the bridge enjoyed this life very much; they had no place to call home in this world, and this small space under the Three Immortals Bridge was uniquely theirs.

But today.

The space was broken.

A female student in a school uniform, holding a bag, squatted by the river, her eyes red and her body trembling, looking extremely pitiful, as if she had thoughts of suicide.

Su Xuan walked over, hiccuping from alcohol.

"Miss, you are still young, the future has infinite possibilities, unlike people like us who have no hope left; you must not go down the path of suicide."

The girl turned her head and looked at Su Xuan pitifully, then burst into tears with a wail.

Su Xuan panicked immediately, hurriedly comforting her while constantly looking around. Given his reputation, if someone saw him with a crying female student, he would definitely be reported to the police! Then he saw.

A white-haired old man walked over, sat on the ground with a folding stool, and looked up at the distant scenery.

Another young man with curly hair, looking like a pretty boy, didn't mind the strange smell on Li the Li Juxian, squatting beside him to watch him fish. Once a fish came up, the curly-haired young man was even more excited than Li the Li Juxian who was fishing.

Su Xuan shook his head.

The drunkenness gradually cleared, and his former professional instincts slightly revived.

Something was wrong.

With so many people coming over at the same time, could it be that they were here for him or Li the Li Juxian?

No...

Even if someone wanted to find trouble with them, it wouldn't be in this current mode.

Perhaps these people were here for this crying girl! Su Xuan just had this thought when he discovered that there were more and more people around. His breathing quickened, and he was vigilant of everyone around him.

On the bridge railing leaned a young woman wearing a sun hat and sunglasses, dressed in a light long dress, her curvaceous figure occasionally revealed when the wind blew.

Another car was parked nearby, with a man and a woman inside. The man and woman had serious expressions; the woman had a scar on her face, and the man had a rugged face. They didn't look like people engaged in ordinary professions—perhaps they were hired thugs, perhaps bodyguards; in any case, it was definitely related to the violent trade...

One after another.

More and more people gathered under the small Three Immortals Bridge, and even Li the Li Juxian, who was sitting and fishing, couldn't feel at ease.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 274 =====