If Nan Zhi were at the scene, she would definitely advise them with earnest sincerity never to engage in blind superstition.
A Blood Supplementing Pill was like a small red potion in a game, restoring fifty points of health per pill.
An ordinary person had a hundred health points. A firefighter, having a stronger physique, had a hundred and twenty at most.
After swallowing two Blood Supplementing Pills, Yang Shugao’s near-empty health bar was instantly maxed out. How could his recovery not be fast?
As for the Small Twelve Bone Forging Method, it was originally a basic technique that anyone in the Demon Suppression Division could practice.
This method worked by using the physical body to accumulate spiritual energy, refining the flesh, and relying on blood qi and righteous aura to slay demons and ghosts.
Anyone practicing it had to be upright and kind-hearted, without a single malicious thought, or they would inevitably suffer a backlash.
Conversely, if someone devoted to the righteous path practiced it, their progress would advance by leaps and bounds.
Pairing this technique with the guardians of the people was truly a match made in heaven.
Nan Zhi felt she was an absolute genius.
...
“Hey, did you find money on the ground today? Why are you in such a good mood?”
This good mood lasted straight through to lunchtime.
A male colleague noticed Nan Zhi’s cheerful mood and leaned over the partition to tease her loudly:
“I’ve never seen Little Nan this happy even on holidays. Spill it—did you get a boyfriend?
I was wondering why you’ve been looking so radiant lately, getting prettier by the day. Turns out you’ve got a boyfriend keeping you glowing!
Though, with so many eligible guys right here in our office, you didn't fancy a single one?
As the old saying goes, keep the good stuff in-house, but who knew our Little Nan would go to an outsider? Man, your boyfriend owes us all afternoon tea.”
“It’s nothing. I just happened to do a good deed recently, and I’ve been waking up smiling from my dreams the past couple of days.”
Nan Zhi replied in a cold tone, not even sparing him a glance.
“There’s no afternoon tea, but I do have a pair of slaps across the face for foul-mouthed people. Do you want a taste?”
“No boyfriend?”
The male colleague raised his voice, adopting a snide tone:
“You’re an out-of-town girl living so comfortably without a boyfriend, buying boba tea and takeout every day—who’d believe that?”
“What does that have to do with men? Are men tonic medicine or some kind of super soup? Oh, so just by getting a boyfriend, a woman suddenly glows with vitality?”
Zhang Qiuyu rolled her eyes while holding her coffee, giving him an up-and-down look:
“Besides, a stingy, calculating guy like you is at best a used-up dreg. Even if I ate you, I’d complain about my mouth being filled with trash. Why don’t you run along and cool off somewhere else?”
Nan Zhi gave Zhang Qiuyu a thumbs-up.
She fully respected the combat effectiveness of a married woman—she dared to say anything, clean or dirty.
There were always slick old-timers in the office who liked to crack dirty jokes, thinking they were hilarious.
To handle someone like that, you either had to be tougher than him or tear off the polite mask and curse him out directly.
Enduring in silence or feeling awkwardly helpless would only make them bolder.
Having lost face, the man immediately tried to save himself:
“Come on, I was just making a joke! Is there any need to make the atmosphere so awkward?”
“I didn’t find it funny at all. If you like making jokes, how about I visit your wife tomorrow?
I’d really like to ask her if you enjoy making jokes like that to your daughter at home, too.”
Nan Zhi shook her fist, showing off the muscle lines she had developed on her forearms recently:
“Or how about I slap you across the face, and you take it as a joke too?”
In the past, she might have swallowed her anger to avoid causing trouble.
Now?
Under absolute violence, any trouble was just a matter of a single slap.
“Hey, do you really think I wouldn’t hit a woman?”
The male colleague lost his temper, rolling up his sleeves and cursing, but he was pulled away by several other male colleagues who tried to smooth things over:
“Alright, alright, you really don't filter your words, picking on young girls all day long.”
“You’re the one who ran your mouth first. You should be glad she didn’t hit you.”
“Under the security cameras? If you want to throw hands, prepare compensation money first. If she demands thirty or fifty thousand, are you going to pay up or what?!”
“Man, why are you picking a fight with Nan Zhi? She’s been like gunpowder lately, snapping at anyone who crosses her. She’s not someone to mess with.”
“Let me tell you, with how mouthy you are, someone’s going to throw a sack over your head and beat you up sooner or later. Picking on an out-of-town girl—you really asked for it.”
Having completely lost face, embarrassed anger flashed across the man's face as he returned to his desk with a scowl.
Nan Zhi exchanged a look with Zhang Qiuyu, neither of them taking the matter to heart.
“Hey, did you change your phone wallpaper?”
Sharp-eyed Zhang Qiuyu immediately spotted the golden, fluff-balled giant rat on Nan Zhi’s phone screen:
“Did you take this at home? How unusual. When did you start keeping pets? Is this breed a guinea pig? Aww, it’s so chubby and cute.”
Ever since Corn, the flying giant rat, had arrived at her home, it acted like a thief every day, sneaking Qi-Supplementing Pills behind Nan Zhi’s back and thinking she didn't know.
In the end, it successfully ate itself into a round ball.
At first glance, aside from its pair of big ears, Corn looked no different from an oversized, fluffy guinea pig.
“I picked it up in the residential area a while ago. I didn't know whose lost pet it was, so I just decided to raise it myself.
Having it around adds a bit of life to the apartment so it isn't too quiet.”
Nan Zhi showed her photos in her gallery: rolling around, wobbling inside a hamster ball, gnawing on peach slices, squeezing into a mug with only half its rear sticking out...
It had zero dignity as a Purple Quality treasure-seeking mouse, behaving no differently from a pet pig that did nothing but eat and sleep.
Ding!
While they were looking, several news notifications suddenly popped up at the top of her phone screen:
【Traces of Bigfoot spotted in Shennongjia again! Seven villagers witnessed it in a perilous encounter...】
【Massive cult shooting in North America causes heavy casualties, footage exposed...】
【American serial killer cannibal captured! Former FBI agent reveals horrific crime scene comparable to hell, religious elements suspected...】
【Vatican City Pope speaks out: Vampires truly exist! Please stay indoors after dark!】
【What is really on Changbai Mountain? Local residents claim to have seen a "dragon" with their own eyes...】
【Supernatural incident occurs again on Japanese variety show! Stage props collapse, popular idol Yamashita Mina rushed to hospital!】
Several notifications popped up in a row, each headline more startling and eye-catching than the last.
“Are we having bad luck with the Grand Duke this year? Why are weird occurrences popping up one after another? First cannibals, now vampires.”
Zhang Qiuyu muttered, and a colleague nearby couldn't help but chime in:
“Tell me about it! My college classmate studying abroad told me that weird stuff is happening everywhere overseas right now—it’s like a madhouse of monsters and demons.
Cannibals, serial killers, plus news about werewolves and vampires everywhere. It sounds completely fake.
Their town's mayor even called on local residents recently, claiming there were demons in the town and advising everyone not to go out after dark. Isn't that ridiculous?”
Are things starting to get chaotic overseas too?
Could Spiritual Resurgence really be happening?
Does that mean she accidentally stumbled upon the truth, and her made-up stories actually lined up with reality?
With so many abnormal entities around, Ma Guniang’s appearance didn't seem as conspicuous anymore.
Which suited her just fine.
Nan Zhi stroked her chin with a slightly guilty conscience:
“Things are actually alright domestically—no major news. We should place our trust in the country.”
“Who says there isn't anything domestically? It’s just being suppressed! If you search thoroughly, I guarantee you’ll find tons!”
Another colleague shook their head in disagreement:
“Daxing'anling Bigfoot, the Northeast Cat Faced Old Lady, Nanyun ancient tomb zombies—there's no shortage of news!
And a while back, during that heavy rain near Dongting, people said they saw a waterspout. There are even videos—filmed super clearly!”
The topic quickly heated up, and more people joined the discussion.
“Yes, yes! Did you guys see that video on the foreign internet a few days ago?! They said a cult overseas held a bloody party at a villa and was eating people!
That video was terrifying. FBI officers shot at the criminal, but even after firing over a dozen rounds, the guy didn't die!
Someone paused the video and zoomed in, discovering that the criminal actually had vampire-like fangs in his mouth!”
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