BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 78 The Most Familiar Place

Before Yang Xiao could finish speaking, the smile froze on his face.

His body stiffened and fell backward.

As he hit the ground, his last thought was:

Damn it… this is just my fate…

Seeing Yang Xiao collapse, Sun Desheng slapped his thigh and said to Che Qianzi:

“See? What did I tell you? Old Yang is so used to getting turned around that if things ever went smoothly, he wouldn’t be Yang Xiao anymore. Don’t go out yet, Wan still has some life left in him.”

While Sun Desheng was talking, the blasted and battered Wan Changluo staggered back to his feet.

The explosion had nearly killed him. His ears were still ringing, and his senses had dropped to almost nothing.

At that moment, Wan Changluo was on the verge of breaking down.

He and Han Bing had joined forces, and he had planted so many mercenaries around Huang Ran.

Victory had been guaranteed.

How had things ended up like this?

Now his blood had been spilled at the scene, destroying his alibi. Even if he attained immortality, he would have to spend the rest of his life hiding.

And worse, he still hadn’t obtained the sacred object.

Would there even be enough time to find the Hehuan Gu before the Bureau reinforcements arrived?

Wan Changluo decided to vent all his anger on Yang Xiao.

Enduring the pain in his shoulder, he slowly walked over to the white-haired man.

After spitting in Yang Xiao’s face, he prepared to swing the whip and cut off his head.

You’re immortal, aren’t you?

Let’s see if you can still be immortal without your head.

But just as he was about to strike, a bone-piercing pain shot through his injured shoulder.

His mind went blank from the agony.

Turning around, he saw that Che Qianzi had somehow gotten behind him.

The little bastard had actually shoved his fingers into the bloody hole in his shoulder and was viciously digging into the exposed flesh.

Had he not been injured, Wan Changluo would have noticed the boy the moment he moved.

Yet now, with Che Qianzi practically pressed against him, he had noticed nothing.

Enraged, Wan Changluo roared:

“I’ll tear you apar—Aaaagh! Aaaagh!”

Before he could finish, Che Qianzi twisted his fingers again.

This time, he scraped against a nerve.

The pain made Wan Changluo tremble all over.

His legs gave way, and he fell to his knees before Che Qianzi.

“What were you saying? Tear apart what?”

Squatting in front of him, Che Qianzi kept his fingers inside the wound.

As long as Wan Changluo dared say something vicious, he would stir things around again.

Sweat poured from Wan Changluo’s face.

After glancing at Che Qianzi, he suddenly tried to retreat.

As long as the boy’s fingers left the wound, he had a hundred ways to torture the little Taoist to death.

But—

“Aaaagh! Aaaagh!”

Che Qianzi had anticipated the movement.

As Wan Changluo moved backward, his fingers hooked deeper into the flesh like steel claws.

The pain instantly turned Wan Changluo into a boneless puddle.

Then, exerting his strength, Che Qianzi dragged the screaming Wan Changluo away from Yang Xiao’s body.

“Fatty, come out. The old bastard’s finished.”

Dragging Wan Changluo behind him, Che Qianzi shouted:

“Bring me the shotgun—”

Then he noticed Wan Changluo still trying to move his fingers to control the whip.

Without hesitation, he twisted his fingers harder.

The pain was so intense that Wan Changluo wet himself.

One side of his body began convulsing.

And Che Qianzi wasn’t finished.

He grabbed Wan Changluo’s finger and snapped the bone.

Worried that the man might somehow set it back, he bent the finger repeatedly in different directions until it was completely ruined.

Only then did he say:

“Still not convinced? Fine, I’ll pull my fingers out and fight you fair and square again—”

“Old bastard, you actually believed me?”

Seeing murderous hope appear on Wan Changluo’s face at the mention of withdrawing his fingers, Che Qianzi dug in once more.

This time, Wan Changluo couldn’t endure it any longer.

His eyes rolled back.

Finally, he fainted.

Sun Desheng ran over and gave Che Qianzi a thumbs-up.

“Brother, you’re incredible. Honestly, after all my years in the Bureau, that was the most satisfying thing I’ve ever seen. Shen La and the others are too polite.”

Then he hurried over to Yang Xiao.

“Old Yang, can you blink?”

“Good.”

“If you agree with what I’m saying, blink once. If not, blink twice.”

“Do you have antidote medicine on you?”

Yang Xiao blinked once.

Following his instructions, Sun Desheng found a packet of medicinal powder wrapped in oil paper.

He fed half of it to Yang Xiao and the other half to Huang Ran.

Just as he was about to turn back toward Che Qianzi—

His expression changed.

The black spider had already climbed onto Che Qianzi’s shoulder.

And the young Taoist hadn’t noticed at all.

Sun Desheng nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Brother! That damned spider’s on you! Shake it off!”

But at the same moment he shouted, the spider bit Che Qianzi on the neck.

Unexpectedly—

Che Qianzi was fine.

Instead, the spider itself began convulsing.

Then—

Bang!

One of the Hehuan Five Venoms exploded right before Sun Desheng’s eyes.

White entrails and bodily fluids splattered all over half of Che Qianzi’s head.

Even so, Che Qianzi had still been poisoned.

The world spun around him.

His strength vanished, and he collapsed.

At that exact moment, the stone gate opened.

Shen La, with two or three other white-haired men and the personnel from Department Two, rushed inside.

As consciousness faded, Che Qianzi heard Sun Desheng’s voice:

“The TV dramas got it right. Once all the bastards are dead, the good guys finally arrive…”

When Che Qianzi opened his eyes again, he found himself in the place he knew best—

An ICU ward.

But it wasn’t the Capital Hospital he was used to.

The doctors and nurses around him spoke Cantonese, which he couldn’t understand.

After struggling, he managed to move a finger and caught the attention of a nurse.

She hurried over and, seeing him wriggling, cried out in clumsy Mandarin:

“Awake! Awake! He’s finally awake!”

“Sir, what’s wrong? Can you tell me where you’re uncomfortable?”

Che Qianzi replied weakly:

“I need to pee… can’t hold it anymore. Better change the bedsheets too.”

Hearing that he had awakened, Sun Desheng and several others rushed in from outside.

They were stopped by the nurse, who first completed a thorough examination.

Only afterward were Sun Desheng, Yang Xiao, and Shen La—the two white-haired men—allowed in.

“Brother, you scared me to death.”

After confirming that Che Qianzi was fine, Sun Desheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and said:

“Old Yang too. Since he’s immortal, he would’ve recovered eventually without the antidote, but he insisted on using half the medicine.”

“Otherwise, you would’ve woken up long ago.”

“By the way, I heard you couldn’t hold it and wet the bed again.”

“It’s okay. Once you’re better, your big brother will take you to get your prostate checked.”

“Enough fooling around.”

Shen La walked over and said:

“If you’d been lying in bed for more than ten hours, you’d wet it too, Great Sage.”

Then he looked directly at Che Qianzi.

“We won’t beat around the bush.”

“Tell us directly…”

“Who gave you the Seed?”