After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 199 Compensation for Bumping into Porcelain
Zhao Huoyan became furious when he heard this:
"You guys better behave yourself! Protecting Master Song is the responsibility of our Lingcheng Spiritual Adjustment Team! When you go on missions, the Spiritual Adjustment Team will give you contribution points. Master Song doesn't owe you anything."

"Yes, yes, yes! We need to get closer before we can speak!"

"If I find out that someone is taking advantage of the mission to ask Master Song for benefits, you know what I will do." Zhao Huoyan warned.

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Song Miaozhu ignored the online public opinion and made paper-making peacefully, but was interrupted soon after.

After the Spirit Adjustment Bureau publicly announced the revival of spiritual energy, her yard was surrounded again.

When someone first approached Xiaozhu Mountain, the little paper servants discovered it.

One of them informed her when he was ten meters away from the yard.

He was an old man in his sixties or seventies, and his physical condition made him look like he had never practiced cultivation.

At first she didn't move.

When there was a knock on the door, she walked to the door and asked the person outside through the door: "What's the matter?"

"Song girl, you are home! Open the door, I have something to tell you."

Song Miaozhu was stunned before opening the door: "I don't know you, so I won't invite you in. If you have anything to say, just say it directly!"

"Of course I don't know you. I'm Wang Laoqi from Wangjia Alley in the west end of town! You should call me Uncle Seven! I have asthma and can't stand. Please open the door quickly."

Song Miaozhu thought about it and couldn't remember. What did asthma have to do with her? She was a girl living alone, so how could she welcome anyone into the house?
"If you don't tell me what it is, I'll go make paper-cuts."

"Paper-shaped! Yes, paper-shaped! Did you make those Soul Gathering Fuwa that are so popular online right now? I'm here to buy that."

Song Miaozhu suddenly realized that the people in the town had also seen those posts! After all, they were from the same town, and she still had some inventory, so it wouldn't be a big deal to sell some to make some money. Thinking of this, she said:

"Okay! Thirty thousand Spiritual Adjustment Bureau contribution points, or three million RMB each."

"What? Three million? You might as well go rob it! The Song family paper shop has always been good at selling quality goods at low prices, how come a black-hearted girl like you appeared? Selling something made of a few pieces of paper for three million!"

"..." Song Miaozhu understood that this person was not here to buy the Soul Gathering Fuwa, but to snatch it away: "If you can't afford it, just leave!"

"You black-hearted girl! Ouch! I'm so mad! Huh~huh~"

"Oh!"

"Ouch! It hurts so much!"

Song Miaozhu looked suspiciously at the old man sitting on the ground outside through the perspective of the little paper servant.

It looks like the fall was quite painful.

Was it a scam or an accident?
"Dad! Are you okay?" A voice came from far away and helped the person on the ground up.

"I, I can't breathe! Huh~"

"Father! Father!"

"Someone come quickly! Master Song made my father faint!"

It happened so quickly that many people appeared on the road below the mountain and in the bamboo forest on the mountainside.

"Wang Laoqi fainted!"

"Did Song girl faint because of her anger?"

"Song girl! Open the door quickly! Everyone is fainting!"

……

Song Miaozhu: “…”

What a drama!

She is now certain that it was a scam.

Where did so many people suddenly appear in Xiaozhushan?
"Look up, there's a camera. Be careful or I'll sue you for noise nuisance and scam!"

No matter how much they shouted, Song Miaozhu showed no intention of opening the door. After saying this, she felt annoyed by the noise and went back into the house, leaving only the little paper servant to secretly watch.

Unexpectedly, someone filmed the video of Wang Laoqi's son crying and posted it online.

Those who were originally wandering and hesitant at the foot of the mountain seemed to have suddenly become heroes who stood up for justice and ran up the mountain to support the father and son who were committing fraud.

When there was no response after knocking on the door, he started to bring a ladder to climb the wall.

Song Miaozhu couldn't stand it anymore.

He pointed to the ten paper soldiers from zero to one and said, "Go out and tie up those people!"

The heavy wooden door finally opened. Many people tried to look inside, but were blocked by ten tall and strong women with buns.

"Who are you? Where's Song girl?"

"Yes! Let her come out and apologize!"

“And compensation!”

……

The paper soldiers look like humans, but they are just paper figures after all. They cannot speak or answer, and their eyes only focus on the tasks assigned to them by their masters.

Without saying anything, just start bundling!
Those who resisted were punched twice and then tied up. Those who dared to run had their legs broken and then tied up. There were many practitioners among the people surrounding her house, but it was of no use. In less than three minutes, a long line of people were tied up.

Song Miaozhu finally came out of the yard and looked at the group of people with bruised faces and noses and said, "One thousand yuan in compensation per person, pay off the bastards."

"One thousand? You're sending away beggars! At least one Soul Gathering Fuwa!"

"I'm talking about you guys compensating me!" Song Miaozhu looked at him like he was a fool. "If you don't, you can just sit here and bleed in the wind all day! By the way, you, you, you... your compensation is 10,000. As for you, if you think it's too little, then I'll pay you 30,000!"

Song Miaozhu pointed out the practitioners among the crowd.

How could an ordinary person want her spirit-gathering lucky doll? This must be the work of a cultivator.

So what if she guessed wrong?
In her territory, she demands whatever compensation she wants from anyone she catches.

"Song Miaozhu, you've incurred public wrath by doing this! Do you still want to stay in Yuanshan Ancient Town?"

"Okay, fifty thousand for you." Song Miaozhu said.

"You're breaking the law. This is extortion, don't you know? I've already filmed the video and posted it online. The police will be here soon."

"You're paying 100,000." Song Miaozhu said, "Wait for the police if you want! You haven't read the 'Laws and Regulations for Practitioners' at all!"

Now they dared not speak nonsense.

This girl looks young, but she is so cruel!
Song Miaozhu was too lazy to argue with them anymore, so she turned around and went back to the house, leaving only two paper soldiers at the door to watch them to prevent them from escaping.

People like this have to be scared once so that they won't dare to mess around next time.

If you handle it with care, it will only make things worse.

Killing this guy who couldn't even produce a spiritual object would not only dirty her hands, but it would be better to fine him.

When Zhao Huoyan and his companions hurriedly drove over, they saw many people pointing at the mountain from afar, thinking that they were the ones pointing.

As a result, people made way and the road up the mountain was empty.

"Are these people so well-behaved? They don't even dare to go up Xiaozhu Mountain?"

"Most people have already taken the free introductory skills courses, right? They're not still bound by the old rules, are they? And there are so many of them."

"Wait, look, what is that?"

"Gosh!"

On the curb outside the yard on the mountainside, a long line of people were kneeling facing the mountain.

It looks extremely miserable.