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"I need to clarify something!" Zuo Ci frowned and said, "I am from Deviant Arts, not the Evil Path!"
Black Cripple nodded, a hint of something unusual flashing in his eyes.
"Let's go!" Zuo Ci waved his hand.
"Alright!" Black Cripple laughed heartily, respectfully opening the car door for Zuo Ci and Lao Shen to get back inside.
Nearby, some hidden cultivators who witnessed this scene revealed expressions of admiration. "No wonder he’s a professional at dealing with spirits," they thought. With his backing gone, it hadn’t taken long for him to find another powerful ally. It seemed his strength was not to be underestimated.
Let’s not even discuss Black Cripple's cultivation level; just his skill in ingratiating himself was remarkable.
In the office, Zhen Wu was destroyed, and Shaman was dead. Guan Jintang and Yan Shu naturally had their ties severed. However, he didn’t dare return home, fearing that Hui Xian Men would continue seeking revenge against him. After all, remnants of Huang Laodao were still lurking within Hui Xian Men.
When Zuo Ci slaughtered Huang Laodao’s entire clan, it ultimately traced back to him. For this, Zuo Ci said nothing; after all, Guan Jintang had provided ample offerings.
Night fell.
After settling Guan Jintang, Black Cripple and Zuo Bei finished tidying up the office and locked the door. He looked at Zuo Bei and chuckled, "Shall we make a couple of drinks?"
Zuo Bei paused for a moment, then shook his head, "I still need to practice Lemon Jinx tonight, He Master, so I’ll pass!"
"Oh come on, just a little splash!" Black Cripple insisted, pulling Zuo Bei along to the hall.
In the hall, the Old Eight Immortals Table was set with two unopened bottles of Liangye. There was a plate of Garlic Pork Head Meat and a plate of Boiled Peanuts—perfect snacks for drinking.
"Should we serve it?" Zuo Bei hesitated.
"Forget it!" Black Cripple poured himself a full glass of liquor and shook his head, "You can help others with their rituals, but when it comes to drinking, let’s just enjoy it!"
Zuo Bei smiled, "He Master, you should really say those things in front of the gentleman."
"Do I look like I've lived enough?" Black Cripple shrank his neck and took a sip of his drink.
At the corner of the table, a fluffy white puppy crawled onto Black Cripple's feet. It struggled to stand on its hind legs and made a fist gesture towards him.
Looking at the puppy's innocent face wrapped in its white fur, Black Cripple felt a pang of nostalgia. "This Zao Zhu Fa really causes trouble. What are those Deviant Arts thinking? With so many ways to make money, why do they choose to do such things?"
Zuo Bei pointed upstairs, signaling him to keep it down.
"Hey, hey! I'm just being straightforward!" Black Cripple glanced upstairs and chuckled softly.
He then took out another stool and placed the little girl on it. He picked up a piece of pork head meat and set it in front of her. The little girl was quite young and had been subjected to malicious practices that left her limbs weak; she couldn’t use chopsticks.
She could only bite into the pig's head with her mouth.
Seeing such a heartbreaking scene, even someone with Zuo Bei's temperament couldn't help but purse her lips and tilt her head back to down a cup of wine. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she said, "I have a daughter. If she were still alive, she would be about this girl's age, right?"
"Don't be too sad, my brother!" Black Cripple said, looking at Zuo Bei with a sympathetic expression.
Huang Laodao was known for his dual cultivation; whenever a woman fell into their hands, the outcome was usually not favorable. Even if it was a little girl, it was no different.
"Isn't the gentleman willing to use magic to lift the animal transformation spell?" Zuo Bei looked at the little girl who was enjoying her meal and surprisingly spoke up.
"That's not it," Black Cripple shook his head and replied. "First of all, we don't know this girl's birth chart—what her surname is or what her name is. Moreover, the Shaman's intentions are malicious; they have even taken away a fragment of this girl's spirit. If we forcibly lift the spell, it might lead to her soul scattering!"
Sigh.
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