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Chapter 62 The Bodyguards of Pulin Bookstore

It was raining heavily outside the window.

Inside the restaurant, Wu Yun and a dozen or so minks were enjoying a steaming hot pot.

The dozen or so minks were divided into three groups and simply stood on the large dining table, around three pots.

"嘤嘤嘤!"

A large plate of meat was pushed into the pot!

"Ouch!"

Six or seven pairs of chopsticks were frantically thrown into the pot and stirred!
"嘤嘤嘤!"

The meat that had just changed color in the pot was scooped out, cooled by impatient "whoosh" of the air, and quickly stuffed into mouths.

Wu Yun sat to the side, guarding a pot of bubbling tomato soup. He looked up at the employees chewing meat rolls, their beards trembling and their eyes squinting. For the first time, he realized that hot pot was such a delicious thing!

While we ate, the large TV on the wall played today's news.

"...This afternoon, a vicious violent attack occurred in Donghu City. Our city's emergency response mechanism was quickly activated, effectively protecting the lives and property of the people. Please see the detailed report below."

The scene then shifts to a reporter appearing in Donghu City.

"This is the rooftop of the outpatient building of Donghu Central Hospital..."

As Wu Yun looked around, he suddenly noticed a few slices of freshly cooked mink meat rolls in his bowl.

He grinned and patted the mink's black head.

"Okay, go eat quickly."

Looking up at the news again, I saw that the reporter had given a detailed account of what had happened during the day.

"...Professor Qin Wei, a senior expert in immortal arts in our city, remained calm in the face of danger and played a crucial role."

"Please watch a video now."

The video clearly shows the fake Qin Wei flashing like a ghost, exploding the heads of one zombie soldier after another!

Wu Yun was slightly surprised.

"Even this has been leaked?"
"Moreover, judging from this propaganda, they're trying to pass off a fake Qin Wei as the real Qin Wei."
"Wouldn't such a ostentatious display pose some risks to Qin Wei?"

This news segment ended quickly.

Wu Yun stopped watching TV and instead turned on her phone to see the online reactions.

Sure enough, this news has already become a trending topic!
Is it really appropriate to broadcast something so gory?

[Movies censor gory scenes, but news reports don't?]

But the vast majority of the voices were positive.

Holy crap, that's so cool!

Who will dare to cause trouble in Donghu City after this?

[Thumbs up for the expert in magical arts!]

[This is a Yinshan immortal official who plays with corpses! Aren't you all afraid?]

[What's there to be afraid of? After I die, I'm going to be a zombie soldier!]

[Accompany me! Or donate my body!]

"It seems that this video has indeed boosted morale a lot."

"That's not bad."

As Wu Yun laughed, she noticed that there were several more slices of meat in her bowl.

Meanwhile, Diao Jianjian proactively brought her head closer, squinting her eyes triumphantly, waiting for the boss to pet her.

……

In the cramped office.

The light from the computer screen illuminated the thin, middle-aged man and his gloomy face.

"This is weird, how could the spiritual energy rain just disappear?"

The spiritual spring in the Saha Sa Desert has sprung up.

The spiritual energy from the seabed of the East China Sea is rising up.

But the spiritual energy rain that originated above the thunderclouds, the spiritual energy rain that was least likely to have problems, just disappeared like that!

"Could it be that at this stage, there are still celestial officials who can cross the thunderclouds?"

"That's unrealistic..."

More than a dozen customers have already raised this issue with him.

He doesn't really care about his clients... If they keep nagging, he'll just kill them all.

But he was afraid that the transfer of spiritual energy would cause problems!

At this moment, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, Wu Jun?"
"Contact the Liu family and ask them to try to reach out to the Jizhou Prefecture to see if the spiritual energy has arrived and if there have been any problems."

On the other end of the phone came Wu Jun's respectful voice. "Yes, yes, Mr. Lü, don't worry, I'll go ask tonight!"
"Um... there's one more thing."

"Hua Mian really died in Donghu City."

Mr. Lü didn't care at all.

"So what if he dies?"

On the other end of the phone, Wu Jun hesitated for a moment.

"But...did he...rent a copy of the Yinshan Sutra?"

"After his death, the Yinshan Classic was lost to Donghu City?"

Mr. Lü scoffed.

"The Yinshan Classic cannot be lost."

“Pulin Bookstore will provide a dedicated bodyguard for every copy of the Yinshan Sutra that is rented out.”

"You have no idea how strong that bodyguard is!"
"Hua Mian can die easily, but the Yinshan Sutra cannot be lost."

On the other end of the phone, Wu Jun's tone became increasingly strange.

"Why don't you watch the news replay?"
"Let's see how Hua Mianzhen really died?"

"That bodyguard was probably killed too."

Mr. Lü hung up on Wu Jun impatiently.

"What nonsense is this idiot spouting?"

"At this stage, besides Lao Tzu, who can kill the bodyguards at Pulin Bookstore?"

He grumbled a couple of times, then opened his browser and searched for news video recordings.

Before long, they found the scene where the fake Qin Wei was chopping melons and vegetables.

"Oh, that's really impressive."

"I wonder what kind of magical technique it is?"

But even after looking twice, he still couldn't find the bodyguards from Pulin Bookstore.

Just as he was about to call Wu Jun again to yell at him, he suddenly focused his gaze, scrolled through the progress bar, and observed carefully for a long time before finally spotting the bodyguards from Pulin Bookstore.

No wonder he couldn't see it.

Because under that fake Qin Wei's slap... the head of the bodyguard from Pulin Bookstore was no different from the heads of those ordinary zombie soldiers.

……

In the blink of an eye, several days have passed.

A giant black cloud emerged from the sea of ​​dark clouds.

Wu Yun sat on the sofa on the surface of the giant black cloud, watching his employees busily storing the spiritual energy they had just retrieved.

As they flew downwards, they saw flying tigers, kites, and wild cloud-riding immortals in the sky not far away. Further away, there seemed to be several unfamiliar figures.

"Could these guys also be after the spiritual energy?"
"Are they waiting for a rain of spiritual energy?"

The employees nearby immediately became alert, raising their heads, pricking up their ears, and widening their eyes.

"Hey?"

"Ow?"

Is someone trying to take advantage of the boss's talent?

Wu Yun didn't seem to care much.

"Logically speaking, they haven't gotten a single drop of spiritual energy rain these past few days."

"They're still willing to wait here, and the number of people is even increasing... they're all quite persistent."

In the midst of the heavy rain, the giant black cloud, like a ghost, silently descended, quickly leaving those who coveted the spiritual rain behind.

Today, Wu Yun has something important to do!

"Li Nuanling's training course..."

He could see Li Nuanling's posts from yesterday in the chat group on his phone.

I've been in training all this time, it's exhausting!

What kind of training is it?

[It's a jumbled mess! The newly released regulations for the management of immortal arts talents, stories of immortal arts heroes from all over the country, and some job performance training.]

What is job performance training?

Li Nuanling did not reply after that.

Wu Yun didn't pay attention at first, but then it suddenly occurred to him...

"Li Nuanling is a celestial official!"

"The job skills training she attended might have contained a lot of official knowledge about the celestial realm..."

(End of this chapter)