Chapter 59: Security Guard Liu Shu, Jiang Lai

Five o'clock in the morning.

In the Hongfu Huayuan residential area, it was still quiet, with only three or five aunts and uncles sitting under a big tree, chatting and cracking jokes about family matters.

Looking at their dancing expressions, one didn't know who had been ruined in their mouths.

Zhang Fan walked out of the building, took a deep breath.

Even though he had taken the sleeping pills left by Zhang Lingzong last night, he had only slept for a little over three hours.

After waking up, he no longer had that splitting headache, but was instead vigorous as a dragon or tiger. Most importantly, Zhang Fan felt that the True Yang in his body had surged by a large margin.

This was almost comparable to several months of his hard work in cultivation.

In this way, he could at least practice two or three more small arts of the 【Northern Emperor's Art】 in a short period of time.

You must know, once an Art Apprentice masters twelve small arts, they can be granted the 【Mysterious Master】 rank.

"Did I see a ghost? Am I really a genius? Can I cultivate while sleeping? But how did I come back yesterday?"

Zhang Fan walked aimlessly in the residential area, his eyes filled with doubt.

His memory still stopped at the moment he fought with Cao Wushang yesterday. Besides that, he had no other impressions.

"He sent me back? That shouldn't be..." Zhang Fan muttered.

Could it be that the other party injured him, felt guilty in his heart, and sent him back.

But Cao Wushang didn't look like a good person with a conscience! "Find him and ask?" The thought had just risen when Zhang Fan violently spat.

"I'm a victim, shouldn't he come to comfort and apologize to me? Pfft..."

"Little Fan..."

Just at this moment, a gentle and kind voice echoed in his ear, pulling Zhang Fan's thoughts back.

Zhang Fan followed the sound and looked over. He had unknowingly walked to the entrance of the residential area. In the security room, an old security guard in his forties or fifties was kindly waving at him...

He was slightly fat, with a kind and gentle face, his temples graying. Although it was midsummer, he wore a black glove on his right hand, which looked somewhat out of place.

"Liu Shu, morning!" Zhang Fan waved, greeting him enthusiastically.

Liu Fusheng, the security guard of Hongfu Huayuan, was also one of the few friends of Zhang Lingzong.

Zhang Fan remembered that ever since they moved here, this Liu Shu had come to this residential area to be a security guard. Usually, when Zhang Lingzong went out to work, Liu Fusheng took good care of Zhang Fan.

As for his right hand...

He heard Zhang Lingzong say that when Liu Shu was young, he worked in a factory. Due to an accident, his right hand was crushed by a lathe, so he was somewhat inferior, wearing gloves all year round, fearing that others would look at him with strange eyes. After a long time, he got used to it.

"Little Fan is quite early today..."

Liu Fusheng waved his hand and opened the lunch box on the table. Inside were fragrant, steaming buns, and beside them was soy milk...

"I don't know what happened lately, I haven't been sleeping well." Zhang Fan said casually.

Liu Fusheng's hand paused slightly: "Young man, just entering society, the pressure is high, it's normal..."

"Haven't had breakfast yet, come, have some with Uncle." Liu Fusheng arranged.

"If you have time, come over. Uncle will make you soup, and by the way, teach you how to write calligraphy..."

"People nowadays... the pressure is high, practicing calligraphy can calm the mind."

As he spoke, Liu Fusheng only left a big meat bun for himself, and pushed the rest, along with the lunch box, in front of Zhang Fan.

"Uncle, you can write calligraphy too?" Zhang Fan asked casually.

"Hehe, don't look at Uncle like this..." Liu Fusheng raised his gloved right hand, revealing a kind and gentle smile.

"But this handwriting is quite beautiful..."

"What a pity, young people nowadays are mostly restless... practicing calligraphy is a skill to calm the mind." Liu Fusheng shook his head and sighed.

Zhang Fan hadn't expected that Liu Shu, who had been a security guard for so many years, had such an elegant hobby in private.

"Uncle, did you see... someone send me back last night?" Zhang Fan asked while eating the bun and drinking soy milk.

"I wasn't on duty last night."

Liu Fusheng grinned, revealing a suggestive smile: "Talking to a girlfriend?"

"No... I... forget it..." Zhang Fan wanted to explain, but didn't know where to start, so he could only lower his head and eat the bun awkwardly.

"Young man, don't be shy, Uncle is an experienced person, I understand." Liu Fusheng patted Zhang Fan's shoulder.

"That... Uncle, I'm full."

Zhang Fan hurriedly stuffed half a bun into his mouth and turned to leave. "Eat some more, you only ate five..." Liu Fusheng greeted.

"I have to go to work... Uncle, don't tell my dad nonsense."

Zhang Fan was like a rabbit whose nest had been bombed, slipping out of the residential area in a flash.

Nine o'clock in the morning, Taoyuan Plaza.

Just arrived at the company, Wen He, stepping on bright black high heels, stuffed a form into Zhang Fan's hand.

"What is this?"

"Fill out the outing form, send a batch of goods with Jiang Hu this afternoon." Wen He smiled.

"Where to?" Zhang Fan asked casually.

"Yujing Shen family!"

Jiang Hu popped out from behind Zhang Fan like a ghost.

"Shen family..."

Before, Wen He had given Zhang Fan a list, which recorded the hidden practitioners and families in Yujing City, many of whom were clients of Night-Is-Not-Bright.

For example, the He family who practiced Exorcism and Spirit-Inviting before.

The Yujing Shen family was a talisman-making family. It was said that since the Ming and Qing dynasties, their ancestors had settled here, and their skills in making talisman paper, talisman brushes, and talisman ink were unique in the world. Many Daoist priests of the Talisman Sect took goods from them all year round.

Among them, the Maoshan Shangqing Sect was one of their biggest clients.

Therefore, the Yujing Shen family had an excellent relationship with Maoshan.

"Is it just the two of us?" Zhang Fan asked casually.

"Is it not good that it's just the two of us?" Jiang Hu nudged him with his elbow and said in a low voice: "This trip has a commission..."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Fan's eyes immediately lit up.

He was still in his internship period, and after deducting social insurance and housing fund, his monthly take-home pay was less than four thousand yuan, barely enough to support himself.

The four secrets of cultivation: Dharma, Companion, Wealth, Land.

If you want to impact a higher realm, especially in the later stages, you can't do it without money.

"How much can there be?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

Just at this moment, the door of Night-Is-Not-Bright was pushed open. Zhang Fan caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Jiang Lai!?"

Ever since the He family incident, Jiang Lai hadn't come for a week. She had lost a lot of weight, her skin was even fairer, and her short hair was shoulder-length, still looking ethereal and beautiful.

"Are you okay?" Zhang Fan stepped forward and asked.

"I was fine to begin with." Jiang Lai returned to her workstation and nodded.

"Thanks to you last time, at noon..."

"Zhang Fan..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Lai interrupted him, turned her head, and her bright eyes met Zhang Fan's.

"What?" Zhang Fan was stunned.

"Don't run around recklessly in the future!"

"Uh... I know." Zhang Fan was stunned and nodded. Immediately after, his expression became strange. The more he listened, the more awkward he felt.

At this time, in the office, Bai Buran was looking outside through the blinds.

"Boss, how can there be no issues after fixing the dragon vein with a human body?" Old Yu threw out the doubt in his heart.

Not to mention that ordinary people didn't have such means at all. If it were really like this, I'm afraid the person would have been gone long ago.

"This relative of yours is strange." Yu Fu paused slightly, looking at Bai Buran with deep meaning.

"You're right..." Bai Buran's gaze tightened slightly, nodding slightly.

"She is indeed strange."

"Where?" Yu Fu's brows twitched, and he asked.

"She seems... to have no soul-aspect!?" Bai Buran said somewhat uncertainly.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 60 =====