Lie Huo Jiao Chou Volume 1 Chapter 18

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In this way, they finally found a way to get along with each other temporarily...

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Xuan Ji's eyes swept past the paper gleamed on by the sunlight: "You are..." 

His mood was somewhat complicated. Emperor Wu suppressed the chaos provoked by his patriarch, and although he punished them through death, he suppressed the frenzy of the devils using his own power, beheaded the demon king, set up the boundary pillar, established the Qing Ping Division, letting the majority of humans... and non-humans, henceforth, have a place to keep on living on this earth. 

In the stories, the G.o.ds would only act as sacrifices, letting the group of devils share and feed on them. 

The only ones who could suppress the devils were those that were more ferocious and terrible than the devils themselves. 

Judging from the values of modern-day people, Sheng Xiao was certainly not a morally n.o.ble person, but what he did in his lifetime had already jumped out of the scope of moral evaluation. 

If the gloomy sacrifice writings in Chiyuan Forest were actually done by Sheng Xiao...

Xuan Ji wanted to initiate this subject but decided to put it off, yet his complicated mood had long been leaked out and did not prevent Sheng Lingyuan from "hearing." 

Sheng Lingyuan paused and said: "I can't remember." 

Xuan Ji: "Can't even remember yourself? Then what do you remember?" 

"Some little things that are very messy and scattered," Sheng Lingyuan said. "Only that sometimes, when I see something, I could also think of something. For example, seeing you people, I think about Qing Ping Division." 

Xuan Ji was trying to distinguish the nostalgia from it when he heard Sheng Lingyuan's mind speak another unspoken slander in a heartless manner: "It's the same hybrid division, but fortunately, Qing Ping Division doesn't have so much waste."

The unspoken slander was over, and knowing that he couldn't conceal his mind, Sheng Lingyuan politely apologized: "I was lacking in manners." 

Xuan Ji : "..." 

Did the reply even matter? 

Because there was no extra thought in the devil's "I can't remember", Xuan Ji believed it this time and thus, he felt that he was suffering - Also, he dug up the brain but this old man couldn't remember anything, it's a very clear trivial matter of peeing then mixing it in the mud*.

*when one pees on the mud then mix it, traces won't be found

"Mix what in the mud?" Sheng Lingyuan rarely had a little hesitation, "Oh... the current custom of the n.o.bility is indeed elegant and interesting."

Xuan Ji immediately emptied his mind and decided to concentrate on being a pretty face with broad pectoral muscles and a hole in the brain.

The plane landed during their sluggish confrontation. 

The investigation target was Ji Qingchen - he was the last sacrifice, the guy with the moustache. His common address was in the provincial capital of an inland province, and it turned out that the boy who was parasitized by the mirage b.u.t.terfly was also from the same town. 

This person's occupation on the surface was a popular internet celebrity, but the real ident.i.ty was a swindler. 

"Director Xiao sent the information," Ping Qianru said while holding a laptop, "Ji Qingchen was born at this locality and attended high school here After being expelled from school because of a fight, he ran into an organization doing pyramid selling for a while and just as he reached the middle level, the organization was reported and banned. After that, he did a lot of odd jobs in a folk shop and maybe got inspired there since later on, he became addicted to 'metaphysics'. He sold folk remedies, did fortune-telling... everything, acc.u.mulating a lot of swindling and bragging experiences in the process. In the past two years, with the development of the internet, he began to make strange videos." 

Xuan Ji nodded, he heard very clearly yet wished to disregard it completely — because for every word Ping Qianru said, the one inside his sword immediately followed suit and imitated it like a carbon copy, completely "following the p.r.o.nunciation", and then, he recited the whole paragraph from the beginning to end again three times faster than before, he could actually be a model of diligence in a foreign language school!

It could be said that Xuan Ji had to listen to the important things three times*.

*A play with the expression "important things must be said three times".

Neither of them dared to let their thoughts go wild, even normal thoughts were promptly excused. Their brains were idling and had nothing to do, so one practiced Mandarin seriously and the other engrossed in the task and concentrated on the investigation of the target information. 

"Also, Director Xiao said that since we have come here, some of the local Deviant Control Office colleagues can cooperate with us. The Head Office had contacted the local Public Security Bureau for us and they said to just investigate 'drug fraud' on the line." 

Xuan Ji opened his mouth and asked: "Why?" 

Ping Qianru glanced at him strangely, suspecting that the leader had spoken out of his mind, "Have you forgotten that all the local colleagues have been exposed to the infected child and are now quarantined?" 

"Alright," Xuan Ji said, "What else did Old Xiao say?" 

"Oh, he also said, 'If you can't find anything from Ji Qingchen, you can wash my neck at once.'"

Sheng Lingyuan repeated it once with accurate p.r.o.nunciation and tone: "If you can't find anything from Ji Qingchen, you can wash my neck at once." 

Xuan Ji: "..." 

Xuan Ji couldn't bear it anymore, saying to Sheng Lingyuan in his mind: "Can we both be a little normal? Or want to try to trust one another completely? I think, in this life, there is nothing that can't be said to anyone, right?" 

As his voice tapered off, Sheng Lingyuan heard a sentence uncontrollably coming out of this little demon's mind: "It'd be strange if...."

So, the devil smiled with his mouth and said: "Yes, you are reasonable." 

While his mind kept saying "rubbish", at the same time, he wrapped it up and returned the verbal abuse back at him.  

After a brief fractured communication and negotiation, the two had no choice but to unload their brains to avoid risking being mentally-disabled. 

"The last time he went to the great valley of Chiyuan, he temporarily brought people together: some were anchors, and some just came to join the fun. They were transferred to the Public Security Bureau on the side of Chiyuan and were carefully interrogated. These followers had nothing to do with that moustache guy." Ping Qianru continued, "There are those who followed him online, and I've roughly checked it. Although they are all about weird things, they seem to be quite wealthy, I don't think they look like shills." 

Xuan Ji casually answered: "I know that those are not shills." 

Ping Qianru and Sheng Lingyuan opened their mouths at the same time —

"Why?" 

"How are you so sure?" 

Xuan Ji was asked by both of them.

Sheng Lingyuan did not understand what a "shill" meant, and he wasn't interested in any one of those people. What attracted his attention was Xuan Ji who came up with such judgment just now, since he didn't think about anything when he had spoken.