Chapter 37 Part 2
Lai Jun knew that his uniform was actually a magical artifact, but like in a game, his level was too low to unlock its full potential, so he was always eager for a promotion.
Wu Heng had just unlocked it for him, bypassing the game’s rules.
The Southeast Asian spirits were trapped inside the lantern, unable to escape. The guiding light in the center continued to burn, as if scorching their souls, and they screamed and clawed at the paper covering the lantern.
The white paper lantern was instantly covered in bloody handprints.
Across the ocean, the practitioner in Lu Guoliang’s Southeast Asian villa suddenly doubled over, his blood rushing towards his heart like a tsunami.
“Pfft—” He vomited a mouthful of blood.
The practitioner collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide.
The deities he raised for Mr. Lu were… all gone? How was this possible?
Had something happened to Mr. Lu?
He coughed up more blood, his organs seemingly about to be expelled from his body, his eyes filled with resentment as he lost consciousness.
So noisy.
Lai Jun looked at Wu Heng, who asked, “Want me to add a mute function for you?”
Lai Jun glanced at the screaming spirits inside his lantern and sneered, ‘Once I’m promoted, I’ll know how to shut them up. Let’s go.’
Lai Jun took the bag of gold ingots and gave one to each member of Liu Jianguo’s family.
Liu Jianguo repeatedly refused, but Lai Jun said, ‘I always share the spoils with my underlings when we’re alive, take it.’
He didn’t give any to Wu Heng or the little white snake, they couldn’t use it in the human world.
Lai Jun then added, ‘Thanks for the translation, you did a good job, I’ll hire you again next time, consider this payment in advance.’
The family stood behind Lai Jun and bowed deeply to Wu Heng, waving goodbye.
Farewell, they would finally be together, a happy family.
A gust of Yin wind blew, and they vanished into the forest.
The little white snake, standing beside Wu Heng, raised its body, feeling a pang of loss. “I won’t be able to see the little ghost anymore…”
No more little servant to do chores! The little white snake felt the immense sadness of losing its free labor.
Wu Heng chuckled, “He’s gone to live the life he wanted with his parents.”
Wu Heng, holding the half-burnt white candle, turned and walked back to Chengde Medical Clinic, the little white snake closely following.
“Wu Heng, what was that move you used earlier, trapping the Southeast Asian spirits in the lantern?”
Wu Heng explained, “An ancient shamanic spell.”
The little white snake felt that Wu Heng was truly powerful.
“Want to learn it?”
The little white snake raised its small horns, snorting, “I don’t need it, I’m a naturally born spirit snake, the ruler of countless wells… but since you asked so nicely, I suppose I can reluctantly agree.”
Then it slithered closer to Wu Heng, its tail wagging like a dog.
Wu Heng, seeing the dirt and grass on its body, moved slightly away. “You were really embarrassing earlier, biting them like a mad dog.”
“…” The little white snake stopped wagging its tail.
Wu Heng’s agreement to be Xi Xi’s godfather wasn’t just a title, it meant a responsibility. He Xi Xi had a long way to go to become a true guardian deity for the He family. The little white snake was just an extra.
Wu Heng suddenly became curious. “You said you don’t know anything, how did you learn to shapeshift?”
He had seen the little white snake’s human form, a white-haired boy around ten years old.
For spirits, the process usually involved gradually gaining sentience, learning small spells, then finally shapeshifting.
The little white snake had skipped a few levels.
The little white snake puffed up its chest. “Of course, it’s because I’m awesome, I’m super powerful!”
Then it fell silent, knowing it couldn’t hide anything from Wu Heng, and grumbled, “I… I didn’t know how to shapeshift, so I went to the Nuo gods and cried all night, then I fell asleep, and the next day… I, I just knew how.”
Wu Heng: “…”
Well, a cat that catches mice is a good cat, regardless of its color.
Wu Heng and the little white snake parted ways at the fork in the road, one returning to Chengde Medical Clinic, the other to its well for a nap.
Wu Heng took out the wristband, still faintly smelling of laundry detergent, and hesitated.
Now that the matter was resolved, should he return his friend’s wristband?
Wu Heng held the wristband. The material was soft and absorbent, Shi Xuan probably wore it frequently during exercise. No wonder He Yunxiao made that comment in the locker room, too bad he hadn’t seen it.
“It might be useful later,” Wu Heng murmured, putting it on his wrist as he walked under the moonlight. “It’s not something valuable, no need to be so formal between friends.”
Yes, it was his now, why return it?
Wang Mei felt like she had a long, satisfying dream, where that man was no longer a nightmare but a source of… satisfaction.
In her dream, she beat that old man to a pulp. Something she wouldn’t even dare imagine before.
It was just a pity it was only a dream. If only it were real.
Wang Mei sat on the edge of her bed, feeling slightly dejected, then picked up her phone. Middle-aged women like her had learned to use the internet now, scrolling through short video platforms and even filming their square dances, adding special effects and getting many likes.
As Wang Mei scrolled through her feed, a video caught her attention.
It was uploaded by an ordinary netizen in Hezipo Town, Nan Nuo village, but it had over eight hundred thousand likes, posted just last night.
In the video, a blood-covered old man in a Tang suit was rolling around on the ground, cursing, “Bitch, you dare resist? I’ll rape you if you resist! I’ll fucking kill you!”
As he finished his sentence, a front tooth, along with blood and gum, flew out.
In the censored video, the old man’s mouth was bloody, missing a tooth, resembling the earless and toothless Liu Ziyang.
Wang Mei froze.
“This… this…”
This scene was identical to her dream, down to the smallest detail.
Her hand trembling, she typed a comment: [Did you also have this dream?]
A netizen quickly replied, [Auntie, what dream? This is a real recording.]
[What does that mean? Also? Dream? My mother woke up crying this morning, telling me about something that happened to her when she was young, then said she dreamt of beating up a bad guy with many other women. Auntie, you dreamt of it too? Really?]
Wang Mei put on her glasses and clicked on the netizen’s profile. It was a young girl’s personal account, with happy photos of her and her mother.
Wang Mei instantly recognized the girl’s mother as the woman who had been kicking the man’s groin in her dream while she punched him.
They… had the same dream? What a coincidence.
Wang Mei scrolled through her feed again. Almost all the recommended videos were about this incident.
#Shocking! Renowned Antique Collector Lu Guoliang Is Actually A Murderer On The Run For 30 Years!#
#Antique Collector Lu Guoliang Self-Harms At Famous Streamer’s Clinic, Suspected Mental Breakdown#
#Police Officer, In A Final Burst Of Energy, Travels Across The Country To Arrest The Murderer From 30 Years Ago, Dies After Unearthing His Son’s Remains#
…
News outlets were scrambling to report on the incident, there was so much to write about.
Netizens woke up to a feast of gossip.
[Holy crap, isn’t this the old man who connected with Chengde Medical Clinic a few days ago? The one Wu Heng said had a venereal disease!]
[So this old bastard smuggled cultural relics, raped and even murdered dozens of women, and even killed a police officer’s son? Then escaped to Southeast Asia and lived freely for thirty years? Oh my god…]
[So Wu Heng’s diagnosis was right, he really was a criminal with a venereal disease! But why did he go to Chengde Medical Clinic to self-harm? I saw an interview with Lu Guoliang from a week ago, he looked perfectly healthy, how could he have a mental breakdown?]
[…Did you guys read the news carefully? This old man ate his own ear and knocked out his teeth. In the news from thirty years ago, that police officer received a left ear and a mouthful of teeth from Lu Guoliang. Wu Heng mentioned doing follow-up consultations with previous patients before ending his stream last night.]
Wu Heng’s fan groups were even more excited.
[Don’t talk nonsense, our Heng Heng didn’t do anything, that old man brought it upon himself. Those who understand, understand.]
Guo Jiang chimed in excitedly, [I had a dream last night, my aunt said no one would be after my heart anymore, sob sob sob, Doctor Wu is so efficient.]
[Sob sob sob, who remembers our Heng Bao’s gentle words before ending the stream, “Don’t be scared if you dream of me”?]
The recording of Wu Heng saying this was dug up by netizens and went viral.
More and more middle-aged women came forward, wearing masks, and shared that they had indeed had similar dreams.
Many of them had never dared to speak about it before, but now, with the support of their families, they decided to bravely report their traumatic experiences to the police.
Wang Mei finally understood. That wasn’t a dream last night, her soul had really followed the candlelight to Chengde Medical Clinic, thousands of miles away, and taken her revenge.
Wang Mei burst into tears, tears soaking her pillow. She had imagined Lu Liang being arrested and executed, but never imagined she would have the opportunity to take revenge herself!
And all this was thanks to an online shaman doctor she had never met.
Wang Mei fiercely wiped her tears, followed “Chengde Medical Clinic,” and murmured, “When will he stream again? I have to send him a gift!”
Her lifelong nightmare was finally over.
Wu Heng, the center of the discussion, was still asleep. He was woken by his ringing phone, it was Wang Jun calling.
Wang Jun’s voice was filled with urgency, “Doctor Wu Heng, are you awake? Lu Liang went crazy on his way to the hospital, attacking the escorting officers and the nurses with a syringe!”
Lu Liang had a venereal disease, reportedly contracted from playing with ghosts.
This incident made the nurses burst into tears, and Xiao Li’s face was ashen.
Lu Guoliang laughed maniacally, his eyes filled with malice as he glared at everyone. “Hahaha…”
A venereal disease, one that couldn’t be cured by hospitals or practitioners, wasn’t it also transmitted through blood, besides sexual contact and mother-to-child transmission?
He knew he was done for, China wouldn’t let him go, and he hated everyone.
Seeing the innocent people around him get hurt filled Lu Liang with a perverse sense of pleasure.
Wu Heng, eyes still closed, said, “I cured his venereal disease.”
The old man froze, then shrieked, “How is that possible? Didn’t it require…”
Ashes of cartilage?
He suddenly stopped, his bloodshot eyes widening.
He… he had eaten the cartilage of his own right ear.
That worked too???
Wu Heng, rubbing his eyes and yawning, said, “So, did I cure his illness or not?”
