nyslfriends Chapter 19 The Eight Immortals Meeting
Chapter 19 The Eight Immortals Meeting
Dark as ink.
The Bund Customs House has three underground floors.
This is the core secret chamber of the Demon Suppression Division's branch in Shenghai.
A vintage mahogany octagonal table sits in the center, with a dim, flickering oil lamp on it.
They completely lacked the aura expected of the core members of the Demon Suppression Bureau; instead, they seemed to be playing some kind of terrifying Ouija board game.
There are eight seats at the table.
It is said that this was the result of a bigwig who established the Demon Suppression Division, who localized the Western Knights of the Round Table.
At this moment, there were only two living people around the entire octagonal table.
One of the men sitting on the right was Yao Xian, a middle-aged man with a resolute face and a scar on his face.
Standing beside him was a pale-faced, gloomy-looking young man named Jiang Huai.
On the other seven seats, there were seven scarecrows, each no bigger than a palm.
The stitches were crooked and messy, like a child's doodle.
On the forehead of each scarecrow is a yellow talisman with cinnabar patterns.
The talisman trembled slightly in the windless, secret room, exuding an indescribable eeriness.
"Hey Lao Yao, this isn't funny."
One of the scarecrows suddenly began to shake, and the voice that came out was that of a young man, with a frivolous and carefree tone, accompanied by the loud whistling of air being torn apart and the booming of metal clashing in the background.
"Why hold a meeting over this ridiculous cult created by a few foreign devils? I'm busy chasing that sixth-rank corpse demon! Ouch... how dare they ambush me! Take this!"
With a loud shout, the scarecrow jumped up and almost fell over onto the table.
Yao Xian frowned, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, and said in a deep voice:
"Stop being sarcastic. You guys have either been dispatched by the headquarters to suppress the 'riot' over there, or you're on a mission. Right now, in the entire Shenghai Beach, only my Third Squad is left struggling to hold on."
"The Victoria incident had just been suppressed when that so-called Holy Church started stirring up trouble again. The foreigner named David that we had been eyeing, who we were planning to use as a long-term strategy to catch a big fish, died this afternoon."
"Giggle giggle..."
The other scarecrow let out a charming, seductive laugh, like that of a woman:
"So what if he's dead? Has Captain Yao gotten old and become so timid? If we don't have enough manpower, we can just borrow some."
"Borrow?" Jiang Huai interjected coldly from the side. "The consulate is keeping a close eye on things, and the police station is full of useless idiots. Where are we going to borrow from?"
The third scarecrow, who had been silent all along, coldly uttered two words: "Rogue cultivator."
It was impossible to tell whether the voice was male or female.
Yao Xian sighed and rubbed his temples:
"I've thought about it too, but Sheng Beach is a mixed bag. Skilled independent cultivators are either worshipped by gangs or have wicked intentions. It's hard to find someone with a clean background and known background."
The flippant voice that had been engaged in battle rang out again, accompanied by a background sound resembling an explosion:
"Hey Lao Yao... damn it!... don't be so rigid. As long as they can get things done, who cares where they come from? Give them enough money, enough resources, even... give them some privileges they can't refuse, and you'll have no trouble finding people willing to risk their lives for you!"
Upon hearing this, Yao Xian's lips curled into a sly smile, and he slowly spoke:
"Now that you mention it, I do have a suitable candidate here."
"However, if we want to persuade this great Buddha, we'll probably have to show some real sincerity, even if it's just a small sum of money."
"Suit yourself, just don't let that Holy Cult wreak havoc on Shenghai Beach. I'm hanging up now, I'm about to unleash my ultimate move!"
"In that case, gentlemen, I need to use my special approval authority to grant him certain permissions and... the contents of the warehouse."
Several yellow talismans flickered on and off.
"what ever."
"As long as they can work, I'll give them anything."
No objections.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the talisman on the frivolous scarecrow burst into flames with a "poof" and turned to ashes.
Immediately afterwards, the other two scarecrows also lost their spirit and turned back into lifeless objects.
As for the remaining scarecrows, they did not respond at all from the beginning.
Soon, silence returned to the secret room.
Yao Xian stood up, straightened his military cap, slowly composed his expression, and then glanced at Jiang Huai beside him.
"Let's go."
Jiang Huai was taken aback: "Where to?"
"Of course, we'll go to the storeroom and... take things."
……
Night was falling.
On the edge of the French Concession, inside that two-story Western-style building with its own courtyard.
Su Changming was slumped on the leather sofa in the living room, holding a cup of strong tea in his hand, sipping it intermittently.
Those few minutes of reckless attempts during the day, though brief, felt like they drained his energy for several days.
Fortunately, after most of the day's rest, coupled with the strong physical foundation honed by daily medicinal baths, I have now almost fully recovered.
Not only that, he was pleasantly surprised to feel that the thin mist of soul power in his mind seemed to have become slightly more solid than before.
Even though it was only a tiny bit, it was enough to make him happy.
It seems that this kind of extreme exertion is also a way to forge a "god".
However, he also canceled his original plan to use David's ghost to sneak into the experimental building at night.
Given his current state, it's highly likely that he'll run out of soul power before even reaching the halfway point.
Just as Su Changming was frowning, thinking about how to get more "fresh resources" to enhance his soul power.
Ling, who was sitting on another sofa not far away and flipping through the "Liangyou" magazine by the light, suddenly stopped turning the pages.
"What's wrong?" Su Changming keenly noticed her unusual behavior.
"You're here." The girl said calmly without looking up.
"What's coming?" Su Changming asked, puzzled.
"An old acquaintance." Ling closed the magazine, her gaze piercing through the wall towards the courtyard gate.
An old acquaintance?
Su Changming felt a chill run down his spine.
Demon Suppression Division?
It's true what they say, speak of the devil and he appears!
What are they doing here so late?
Is it because of the school suicide case during the day?
Or... for something else?
"bell!"
Su Changming immediately sprang up from the sofa, his eyes gleaming with eager anticipation:
"Should we do it like last time? I'm much stronger than before, I feel like I could take on ten of them!"
That feeling of turning into a spineless coward right after showing off last time was really unpleasant.
This time he wants to get his revenge.
Ling turned her head, looked him up and down, said nothing, and then transformed into a stream of light and entered the golden mark on his chest.
"..."
Wait, what's with that look you're giving me?
Su Changming always felt like he was being looked down upon.
However, since Ling didn't say anything, it means the problem isn't serious and she doesn't need to intervene.
So, the Demon Suppression Division's visit this time wasn't out of much malice?
Su Changming took a deep breath, straightened his slightly wrinkled suit, sat back down on the sofa, and adopted a composed and leisurely demeanor.
After a while.
"Ding-dong—"
The doorbell rang as expected.
It was neither hurried nor rude, but rather exuded politeness and courtesy.
"They're here."
Su Changming responded and walked down the stairs at a leisurely pace.