Zhang Wei was contemplating whether Fatty had gone to the Northeast and if he should subtly inquire about it.
"Zhang Wei, what are you thinking about?"
Qiu Xiaolin and the others noticed Zhang Wei spacing out and asked curiously.
Zhang Wei shook his head and casually brushed it off, saying, "Nothing, just thinking about how chaotic the Northeast is right now. With the mastermind's identity exposed, it's likely to get even more chaotic. I just don't know how chaotic it will become."
As he spoke, Lu Lianxue sighed, "On the surface, they won't show anything, after all, the Senluo Division isn't stupid. If things truly get out of control, the ultimate outcome will only be the wrath of the Wei Dao Division, who will spare no expense to invite several True Dragon Guards to take action."
"However, even if there's nothing on the surface, it will definitely be brutal in the shadows, no better than the situation in the village shown in the photos."
"I hope they catch the mastermind of the Senluo Division soon and resolve the Northeast issue.
Qiu Xiaolin, on the side, blinked her eyes. She had learned about the Northeast situation from Lu Lianxue and chimed in, "Catch that mastermind, then the Northeast will be fine, and we can also understand the Senluo Division. Then we can catch them all in one go and completely solve the problem. I need to cultivate harder."
By the end of her sentence, Qiu Xiaolin's round face showed a serious expression, making her look exceptionally cute.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei pinched her cheek, "What's this, Little Mantou? You want to participate in the encirclement of the Senluo Division?"
Qiu Xiaolin smiled and nodded, not hiding her intentions. Her big eyes flickered as she said, "Of course! I heard from Xiao Xue that the Senluo Division is very hateful. They're not just causing trouble in the Northeast; they've been around for so many years and have done many bad things. We can't let such a thing continue to cause destruction. I want to lend a hand, and besides..."
She paused and looked at Zhang Wei, "If they really encircle the Senluo Division, Xiao Weizi, you'll definitely be invited, right?"
Lu Lianxue had told Qiu Xiaolin many things about ghost exorcists, including a lot about the Senluo Division.
Because of this, Qiu Xiaolin knew that every time the Wei Dao Division encircled the Senluo Division, they would go all out and invite powerful allies from all sides to join the encirclement. Those invited were always powerful individuals.
Zhang Wei, currently ranked third on the New Star List and capable of fighting a Ghost King alone, undoubtedly had a considerable reputation in the ghost exorcism world.
Furthermore, Zhang Wei himself had a past grievance with the Wei Dao Division, having almost been ambushed and killed by the Senluo Division.
Therefore, if the Wei Dao Division were to encircle the Senluo Division, they would definitely invite Zhang Wei to help.
Qiu Xiaolin knew Zhang Wei was powerful, but she also knew how terrifying the Senluo Division was. She wanted to become stronger so she could help Zhang Wei.
As soon as she spoke, Zhang Wei could see her thoughts.
He reached out and ruffled Qiu Xiaolin's head, "It's possible they'll invite me, but don't think about these things. Strength isn't achieved overnight; it's built up slowly. Don't worry about me. Oh, the car is here. Let's not talk about this anymore. Come on, let's get off and I'll take you shopping. As promised, don't fight with me, I'm treating."
With that, Zhang Wei and the others arrived at the mall. He took the opportunity to change the subject, not wanting to continue the discussion about the Senluo Division.
Upon hearing about shopping, Qiu Xiaolin and the others smiled and, without a word, pulled Zhang Wei along to shop.
...
That night.
Zhang Wei and Qiu Xiaolin shopped until evening, filling the trunk of the car with their purchases before returning to the hotel.
Meanwhile, as Zhang Wei and the other two discussed the process of species continuation and its demonstrations, along with other academic research, and subsequently recorded it through oral tradition...
On the other side, in the Northeast, on an old-fashioned street.
It was now 8 PM, and the street was bustling with people. Occasionally, one could see elderly people sitting on public benches by the roadside, enjoying the cool air or playing chess. In this old district, it appeared peaceful and serene.
At this moment, a rather plump figure walked from the distance of the street. He didn't have the greasy demeanor of a fat person; instead, he appeared kind. His skin was fair, and as the saying goes, fair skin covers a multitude of flaws. His fair complexion gave him a憨厚 (hān hòu - simple and honest) appearance.
He glanced at the elderly people playing chess by the roadside and smiled, "These retired old gentlemen are so fortunate. After dinner, they have nothing to do but play chess. How leisurely. It would be even better if they had villainous identities behind them. An old man playing chess as a villain, hmm! Just thinking about it sounds so imposing."
As he spoke, the fat man couldn't help but say, "emmm, the more I talk about it, the more excited I feel. Maybe I should write a novel when I have time? Create a story about an old man playing chess who is a villain, the kind that abuses the protagonist."
"That's settled then. After I finish my current business, I'll just write something casually. Speaking of which... how do I get there? This tailor fellow really knows how to hide."
If Zhang Wei were present, he would definitely recognize this fat man as Fatty.
At this moment, Fatty had traveled a long distance from Xiamen City to the Northeast. The reason was that two days ago, he learned that something had happened in the Northeast, and the tailor had allegedly clashed with the Wei Dao Division. Immediately, Fatty wanted to call the tailor.
However, before Fatty could even pick up his phone, the tailor called him first, informing him to put Zhang Wei's matters aside for now and prepare himself. This was the most critical stage of the Northeast situation, and there was a place where he needed help.
Although the tailor had told him not to come yet, out of consideration, Fatty came to the Northeast in advance. This way, when the tailor contacted him, he could arrive immediately. Moreover, he had been collecting information about the Northeast situation for the past two days and learned that the tailor had clashed with the Wei Dao Division several times.
Just now, the tailor had called him and asked him to come to the Northeast, as there was something he needed him to do.
Therefore, Fatty rushed over immediately.
He was now following the address given by the tailor and had arrived at this old-fashioned street.
Soon, after asking a passerby for directions, Fatty found a house in a street alley.
Looking at this two-story old house with a small courtyard, Fatty chuckled, "I wonder if she'll be surprised when I show up in front of the tailor. I've only been here a few minutes after sending the message."
Thinking of this, Fatty couldn't wait to see the tailor's surprised expression. It was rare for him to see any expression other than gloom or anger on the tailor's face.
He vaguely remembered that the last time he saw a different expression on her was when he gave her a Ghost King's head as a birthday gift. The tailor had a rare smile on her face. Although the tailor had turned away and didn't let him see it, Fatty had still caught a glimpse of it.
Afterward, Fatty tiptoed, concealing his aura to the extreme, and stealthily walked through the courtyard into the house.
Upon entering, he searched the first floor but couldn't find the tailor. Fatty felt a bit confused, "Hmm? Not on the first floor, is she on the second floor? It's fitting for us villains to hide on the top floor, even when hiding, to maintain our imposing image."
He said this and then stealthily went up to the second floor. This time, he saw the tailor and was immediately stunned, staring at her in disbelief, "Huh? The tailor is actually sleeping?"
As he watched, the tailor was lying on the second-floor bed, her eyes closed, seemingly resting.
In addition, unlike the last time he saw her, she was a little girl then. Now she had changed her body. Judging by her face, she was a woman in her early twenties. Her limbs were still pieced together and stitched as usual, giving a sense of contradiction yet a strange harmony.
She lay quietly on the bed, like a corpse, motionless. Her skin was as pale as a dead person's. As the moonlight shone on her, she exuded a peculiar allure.
If it weren't for her occasionally furrowed brow, an ordinary person would definitely mistake her for a corpse.
However, Fatty wouldn't think the tailor was dead. He himself knew whether the tailor was dead or not. But looking at the expression on the tailor's face, his eyebrows twitched, and he revealed a hint of surprise, "Is the tailor dreaming? Is this... a nightmare?"