Chapter 16 The Misunderstanding Continues

"Bang!"

The old Taoist kicked open the mangled car door with force, stumbling out of the vehicle.

Beneath the car lay a headless corpse, a truly gruesome and horrifying sight.

Fortunately, the old Taoist was a man of the world, having weathered many storms in his life. Coupled with the bright sunshine, he wasn't easily intimidated.

He plopped down, sitting close to the corpse, almost like old buddies.

In fact, wasn't that the truth?

Unless the bond was deep enough, why would someone be willing to take the blame for you?

The old Taoist pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with trembling hands. He glanced back at the unrecognizable car, secretly congratulating himself on the wise decision not to rush into buying a new one.

Look,

The bookstore's vehicles,

Their average lifespan was just that short!

Of course, the old Taoist subconsciously ignored the fact that the bookstore's cars being bombed, crashed, and overturned were mostly his direct responsibility.

As for what had just happened,

The old Taoist wasn't stupid. He wouldn't start by asking, like some Tang Sanzang, "Why are you killing innocent people in broad daylight?"

Have you ever seen an innocent person capable of sending a car into a Thomas whirl?

As for what she was doing and who she had just killed, the old Taoist didn't ask. Curiosity killed the cat, and he wasn't that bored.

Not everyone in this world allowed him to test their boundaries repeatedly, like his boss did.

Qing picked up the head from the ground.

A moment later,

The tips of her fingers began to glow red, and the head started to smoke. Gradually, the head began to melt at a visible rate. In the end, only a puddle of water remained suspended in the palm of Qing's hand.

A hint of surprise flashed in the depths of Qing's eyes.

It wasn't the real person!

There were many beings in the world who were skilled in creating clones. The most typical of these was the legendary supreme Dharma beast, who wished to have a projection of himself above every judicial department in the human world.

But a clone was, after all, a clone. Falsehood was ultimately falsehood. At Qing's level, there were very few clones that could truly deceive her.

"It must be Lord Fujun."

Qing thought to herself.

In fact,

The old Taoist didn't know who this thing possessing the monkey performer was.

If he had known, he might have spoken up sooner, and the misunderstanding could have been resolved.

But the old Taoist didn't know. Apart from subconsciously touching his crotch when things happened, he didn't have any other abilities.

A beautiful misunderstanding, continued…

For Qing, regardless of whether she had just killed a clone, there was no turning back. Before, she might have had other options, like subtly letting him off the hook or sending him covert signals.

All of that was possible.

But now that the blade had been drawn,

There was no turning back, and no room for compromise.

"Should…should I call someone to clean up here?"

The recovered old Taoist asked cautiously.

He had come to understand one thing: the younger a woman looked, the more dangerous she was. He used to think that little lolis were just spoiled, and only became docile after being tamed by the boss. But this one was even more violent than Lin Ke had been back then!

Qing flipped her hand, and a red light screen shot out, merging into the corpse before her. Immediately, the corpse began to evaporate.

It felt a bit like the dissolving powder that Wei Xiaobao often used in *The Deer and the Cauldron*.

The old Taoist smacked his lips and said,

"So, are we going back or continuing to look for the monkey?"

"Let's go to our lodging first."

She had destroyed a clone of Fujun, but where Fujun himself was hiding was still unknown.

Moreover, she had already stirred things up. She needed to stabilize the situation. Her opponent was of too high a level, and she had to be cautious.

"Okay, you wait here, I'll go hail a cab."

They'd leave this car here for now. After he took this mistress to rest, he'd come back and clean up.

The old Taoist took a few steps forward, then patted his pockets. Where was his phone?

Reluctantly, the old Taoist turned back and rummaged around in the mangled car for a while before finding his phone. It had been in the center console, and had been tossed around countless times during the Thomas whirl. The screen was shattered, and although it could still turn on, the touchscreen was basically paralyzed.

The old Taoist shook his head and sighed. Luckily, he had his wallet. He couldn't get an online taxi, but he could at least call a regular taxi.

No matter what, he had to get this mistress to rest first.

Walking to the alley entrance, perhaps because the ghostly aura from the incident was still dissipating, what had happened there hadn't been sensed by the outside world. Everything outside the alley was still normal.

The old Taoist was used to this.

After waiting for a long time,

No taxi appeared.

Instead, a black car driver pulled up in front of the old Taoist. Seeing the old Taoist waiting for a car, the driver asked,

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Where are we going…"

The old Taoist suddenly remembered that his boss had gone to arrange accommodations, probably at some hotel. After all, his boss wouldn't let that mistress stay at the bookstore.

Otherwise, when that mistress had said she wanted to see a monkey, why hadn't his boss taken her back to the bookstore to see one?

The boss should have told him the location of the hotel, but now his phone was broken.

The old Taoist scratched his head and gritted his teeth.

Alright,

Since she was a distinguished guest,

It wouldn't be wrong to treat her to something expensive.

"To the best star-rated hotel in Tong City!!!"

………………

Two sides blooming,

While one side was busy hunting down Fujun,

Boss Zhou was driving the little loli back to the bookstore.

From the outside, the bookstore looked perfectly normal, but when he unlocked the door and went inside, he found the place filled with thick smoke!

If it weren't for the vines appearing on the four walls of the bookstore and the yellow flowers absorbing the smoke and channeling it into the ground,

The fire trucks from 119 would have arrived long ago.

Familiar smell, familiar rhythm.

Boss Zhou remembered the last time the bookstore had smoked like this.

At the time, Zhou Ze had thought that Lao Xu was going to set the building on fire.

But this time,

It was clearly even more serious than last time!

"Lao Xu?"

Zhou Ze moved forward through the smoke. Luckily, this was his own home, and he knew the layout by heart. When he reached the bar and was about to go upstairs, Zhou Ze suddenly noticed a figure sitting behind the bar.

Xu Qinglang was sitting there drinking.

Yes,

In the ultra-exaggerated stage effect created by a massive amount of dry ice,

A very beautiful man was sitting there drinking.

This scene,

Was truly the height of incongruity.

"The fog, it's not poisonous."

Xu Qinglang said.

This fog was created by his own formation. The amount of fog was directly related to the distance between him and his master, as well as his master's current state.

"Are you saying your master has risen from the dead again?"

This frequency of rising from the dead was a bit too fast.

Was he addicted to it?

Xu Qinglang nodded. In front of him were placed a bronze sword and a series of other magical artifacts. He had taken out his entire arsenal. Then, he drained the wine from his cup,

And said:

"This time, we should be able to solve this problem once and for all."

"You sensed it?"

Zhou Ze remembered that Xie Zhi seemed to have commented on that old man, saying that he was created by something. Based on what Tie Hanhan had revealed, Zhou Ze roughly guessed that the old man might be a spirit born from a magical artifact.

As long as that artifact wasn't destroyed or was still in operation, the old man could revive after a period of time, even if he died.

And one thing was certain: whether that thing was a magical artifact or something else, something must have gone wrong with it.

Otherwise, the old man wouldn't be so crazy every time he came out, and the old man himself would have been tired of living long ago and wanted to die, yet he kept repeating the cycle.

Zhou Ze hesitated.

Qing was still in Tong City at this time.

If it were normal, he could find the specific location of that old man and the secret behind him, then just go up and solve it. If it really didn't work, he could open up half of his face's personality or simply let Tie Hanhan take action, no problem.

But with Qing watching, exposing his strength and the bookstore's secrets,

Always made him feel a little apprehensive.

If troubles came one by one, he could deal with them one by one, but now that two troubles had come together, it made him feel a bit overwhelmed.

What Boss Zhou didn't know was,

While he was struggling,

An excellent employee of the bookstore,

Had perfectly turned two troubles,

Like kneading dough,

Into one trouble.

……………

"Alright, here we are."

The driver stopped the car, turned his head, and said,

"Eighty yuan."

This was agreed upon before getting in the car. The old Taoist gave him the money directly, then eagerly got out of the car and opened the door for Qing, who was sitting in the back seat.

Afterward,

The old Taoist looked around in surprise and said,

"This is very close to the Tongcheng Grand Hotel."

The Tongcheng Grand Hotel had become a landmark due to its historical influence. Many bus stops even had a Tongcheng Grand Hotel stop.

"That's right, it's very close. The Grand Hotel is right behind us, but didn't you say you wanted to find the best hotel? Well, this is it.

The Grand Hotel is old news. The decor is very outdated and not modern at all. This one is the highest-end hotel in Tongcheng now.

I didn't cheat you."

As he spoke, the driver gave the old Taoist his change.

"Hey, why are you saying all this? That's not what I meant."

The old Taoist said goodbye to the driver, then proactively ran ahead of Qing, leading her into the revolving door.

Basically, hotels would have the heating on, and the temperature inside would be much higher than outside. But when the old Taoist came out of the revolving door, he suddenly shivered.

Hiss…it's so cold, is the heating not on?

Meanwhile, Qing, who had entered with the old Taoist,

Frowned,

Something was wrong!

Just then,

The old Taoist opened his mouth and shouted directly:

"Damn it, front desk, come out and greet your guests!"