Chapter 641: This Child Needs to Be Taught a Lesson, No Need to Pay Attention to Him
Chapter 641: This Child Needs to Be Taught a Lesson, No Need to Pay Attention to Him
Wei Linchen looked down at Liu Liu from a high vantage point, never expecting the boy to take advantage of the situation and make such a big demand.
From the initial request of 8,800 yuan, he now raised it to 9,800 yuan.
This was nearly one-third of his monthly salary at Shengshi Academy, excluding performance bonuses and various allowances.
Liu Liu hesitated, testing the waters, "What about 9,600?"
Wei Linchen squinted his eyes, showing no sign of amusement, just staring at Liu Liu's arms, which were wrapped around his thighs.
His expression remained indifferent, and his voice was low, "Round down."
Liu Liu winced, "9,500!"
Wei Linchen lips curled, "9,000."
Liu Liu gritted his teeth, his expression indignant, "9,300, not a penny less!"
9,300 was his bottom line.
This time, Wei Linchen didn't argue back.
He reached out and touched Liu Liu's hair, curling his fingers around it.
Because the hair was too short, he couldn't curl it into a full circle.
But he kept doing it, not getting tired of curling it halfway.
Liu Liu's body trembled, feeling a chill running up his spine.
As Wei Lincen's five fingers were inserted into his short hair, Liu Liu's survival instinct immediately kicked in.
He let go of Wei Linchen's thigh and shouted, "Fine, 9,000 is fine! I want to eat the steak from the imperial palace Hotel!"
"Deal!" Wei Linchen squinted his eyes, his refined face showing a lazy smile.
Liu Liu quickly stood up, patting the dust off his legs.
He had cried so much, and he only got a raise of two hundred yuan.
No matter how he calculated it, he felt like he was at a loss.
Thinking about the exclusive secret recipe steak from the imperial palace Hotel, Liu Liu's mouth started watering.
The steak was harder to come by than his salary, and every time he had it, the boss would lose a lot of money.
In the eyes of Qin Ruan, Lin Hao, and the others, the spectacular performance between the boss and Liu Liu, besides the initial shock, quickly returned to normal.
Qin Ruan couldn't believe that the seemingly mature and stable Wei Linchen had such a lively person by his side.
Wei Linchen shot a teasing look at Qin Ruan, his expression open and smiling as he said, "This child needs to be taught a lesson, no need to pay attention to him."
Liu Liu walked to the table and picked up the information brought back from the Oti Academy's archive room.
Hearing the words of his boss, he looked back with a complaining gaze.
"Boss, this is the information about the six male victims from before."
Liu Liu walked over with the information in his arms and placed six files in front of Wei Lincen, still having two left in his hand.
Wei Lincen took them and sat down with Qin Ruan to examine the files.
Liu Liu casually placed the remaining two files on the table.
"These two are Cheng Xuelan's files and the records of Huangju Tree being dug up from Qishan in Yunchi City."
Qin Ruan, who was examining the victims' files, suddenly looked up.
"Qishan?"
Her eyes, filled with a cold and deep chill, stared intently at Liu Liu.
He felt a strong killing intent, which was unreservedly emanating from her.
Liu Liu's legs trembled a bit. The woman was pretty, but why did she have such a killing intent in her eyes?
He hadn't offended her either.
Wei Lincen pulled Liu Liu to his side and turned to look at Qin Ruan. "Is there a problem with Qishan?"
Qin Ruan's brows furrowed. "It's not Qishan, but Huangju Tree."
Lingfeng and Lan An's original bodies were in Qishan, and they had never moved from there for thousands of years.
When she probed the little girl's soul in the small forest, she learned that Huangju Tree had been using killings and the power of resentful souls to cultivate for hundreds of years.
He had a treasure, the withered wood of Lan An, the tree spirit.
Lan An had been alive in this world for thousands of years. Even a small branch contained thousands of years of cultivation.
Huangju Tree used the withered wood of Lan An to control the humans who came to pray to it.
Over the years, it had completely assimilated the withered wood of Lan An.
Every controlled soul in the past would have the withered wood of Lan An planted inside them.
Those with the wood planted in them became its marked prey.
When the prey died, Huangju Tree could absorb their final power and convert it into its own cultivation.
The bodies of the controlled souls who lost their use would be torn apart, their souls scattered.
The withered wood of Lan An that fell off the dead souls was still utilized by Huangju Tree as it sought its next prey.
This had been going on uninterrupted for hundreds of years.
The whole process was extremely cruel and brutal, shattering one's worldview.
The little girl's experience had left Qin Ruan in a suppressed mood.
She threw the information in her hand on the table.
Looking down, she saw the seven lost souls crouching on the ground.
Cheng Xuelan had already awakened, her blood-red eyes filled with resentment as she glared hatefully at Qin Ruan.
Qin Ruan coldly instructed the seven ghosts, "Take off your clothes."
The male ghosts immediately covered their collars, looking as if Qin Ruan had some evil intentions toward them.
Qin Ruan sneered, "Whoever has the withered wood planted inside, show me."
Cheng Xuelan's face turned ashen, "Why should we? Giving you the information will lead to our deaths!"
Qin Ruan didn't waste time arguing with her. She reached out and grabbed one of the male ghosts.
Seeing the ghost's trembling and terrified expression, Qin Ruan tore open his clothes.
On the man's chest, there was a protrusion near the heart, as if something was hidden there.
Qin Ruan furrowed her brows and reached for it.
She ripped open the man's pale skin, revealing a horrifying black and red wound.
Black blood flowed from the wound and dripped onto the floor.
The withered wood of Lan An at the man's heart was clearly reflected in Qin Ruan's eyes.
It was exactly the same as the withered wood left by Lan An in the room before Nan Gong Yunlong died.
Qin Ruan's brow slightly creased in confusion.
Why did Huangju Tree, after hundreds of years of assimilation, still leave behind a trace of Lingfeng and Lan An's aura on the withered wood?
In the midst of her confusion, Wei Linchen sat up straight, feeling the oppressive aura emanating from her.
"What happened?"
Qin Ruan gave him a glance. "Things have become a bit complicated. Huangju Tree is related to two people I know..."
She paused for a moment.
After hesitating, she decided not to reveal the identities of Lingfeng and Lan An.
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