The five-and-a-half-year-old baby doctor comes to the city to cure those who refuse to listen.

Zhao Wuji was still kneeling on the ground, his body trembling like a leaf.

His mind was buzzing, with only one thought echoing repeatedly in his head.

Following the internet cable to beat someone up, it turns out it really was true.

Chu Chen, with his short legs, walked to the unconscious Lin Jianguo and poked his face with his finger.

"Grandpa, wake up and make me braised pork."

Lin Jianguo did not respond.

Chu Chen pursed his lips and increased the force a little more.

Lin Jianguo then let out a groan and slowly woke up. He looked blankly at the mess in the yard, then at the prisoners kneeling on the ground, and his memories slowly returned.

"Little...Little Chen, just now, that big eyeball in the sky..."

"Oh, someone tried to spy on our Wi-Fi, I reported them and got their account banned," Chu Chen said casually.

He tugged at Lin Jianguo's sleeve, tilted his head up, and began to assign tasks with a serious expression.

"Grandpa, go and prepare three things right now."

"The black dog blood must be purebred, not mixed breed."

"Urine from children under eight years old is required; children under eight years old cannot be older."

"There's also 20-year-old pickled vegetable brine, the stinkier the better."

Lin Jianguo was stunned. "Huh? What do you need all this for? You want to pickle vegetables?"

"No." Chu Chen shook his head, his expression inscrutable. "Our firewall version is too low, making it vulnerable to Trojan viruses. I need to upgrade it."

Lin Jianguo couldn't understand a single word, but he had already developed muscle memory for what his grandson was saying.

If you don't understand, just do it; you can't go wrong.

"Okay, I'll go right now." Lin Jianguo scrambled to his feet and was about to run outside.

Chu Chen grabbed him again. "Wait, you can't do this yourself. Go find Zhou Tian."

He pointed to Zhou Tian, ​​who was still lying on the ground panting heavily. "Let him handle it. If he doesn't do it well, he's not allowed to eat tonight."

Zhou Tian jumped up from the ground with a start, patting his chest and making a promise.

"Don't worry, sir, I guarantee I'll complete the mission. I can get you not just twenty-year-old brine, I can even get you fifty-year-old!"

After saying that, he rushed out of the yard in a hurry, his back showing a resolute fear that he would not have food if he was late.

Zhao Wuji, who was listening nearby, was terrified.

Black dog blood, boy's urine, and salted vegetable brine.

These three things, which seem filthy to ordinary people, are actually extremely yang and powerful magic weapons used by true masters of the Xuanmen sect to suppress evil spirits and demons.

Firewall? Upgrade?

This little devil is clearly setting up an even more vicious and deadly formation!

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his gaze towards Chu Chen grew increasingly fanatical.

This isn't just clinging to a powerful figure; it's the Southern Gate of Heaven!

He scrambled to Chu Chen's feet, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

"Sir, it's late and quiet now, and you seemed quite exhausted just now. How about... I ask to work overtime?"

"Hmm?" Chu Chen tilted his head to look at him.

"I'll go chop wood!" Zhao Wuji pointed to the woodshed in the backyard, his face full of sincerity. "Chopping wood will calm my mind, calming my mind will allow me to comprehend the Way of Heaven, and comprehending the Way of Heaven will enable me to better serve you, sir!"

Chu Chen stared at him for a long time as if he were an idiot.

"Alright, go ahead then."

"Remember to sharpen the axe; we'll need firewood for stewing the meat tomorrow morning."

"Alright!" Zhao Wuji was energized and dashed towards the woodshed, even more eager than before.

After dismissing the group, Chu Chen turned and headed towards the east wing.

Lin Jianguo followed behind, worried. "Xiao Chen, are you alright? Just now..."

"It's nothing." Chu Chen waved his hand, his face was indeed a little paler than usual. "It's just a bit of low blood sugar, ten bowls of braised pork tomorrow will make up for it."

He pushed open his mother's bedroom door; the room was quiet.

Lin Xiu was still fast asleep on the Nine Nether Jade Bed, breathing steadily, completely unaffected by the fighting outside.

Chu Chen walked to the bedside, stretched out her small hand, and a faint golden light lingered around her fingertips.

He quickly drew a series of complex runes invisible to the naked eye in the air beside the bed with his finger.

The runes seemed to come alive, merging one by one into the walls, floor, and ceiling, disappearing from sight.

After doing all this, he took out a small jade bottle from his pocket.

The bottle contained a wisp of dark energy, which he had just intercepted from the Black Crow Altar Master's divine sense connection.

"Coming and going as you please? There's no such thing as a free lunch."

Chu Chen muttered to himself as he channeled the wisp of black energy into the core of the array he had just set up.

"I'm adding you to my super blacklist. If you dare to peek again, I'll trigger your divine punishment package."

With the array set up, the atmosphere in the entire east wing instantly became heavy and solid, as if it were isolated from the rest of the space.

Lin Jianguo watched from the side. Although he couldn't see anything, he felt that the air in the room was much fresher.

"Alright, Grandpa, you can go now. I need to tell my mom a bedtime story." Chu Chen clapped his hands and started to shoo him away.

Just as Lin Jianguo reached the door, he happened to run into Yan Zhengqing carrying two buckets of water, swaying as he walked leisurely from the backyard.

Yan Zhengqing's face was still pale, clearly indicating that he hadn't recovered from the shock to his soul just now.

"Uncle Yan," Chu Chen called out to him.

Yan Zhengqing stiffened, put down the bucket, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Sir, what are your orders?"

"Come here." Chu Chen beckoned to him.

Yan Zhengqing walked over nervously.

Chu Chen circled around him, his gaze lingering on his shiny bald head for a long time.

"Hmm, not bad, the signal receiver is big enough, which saves on materials."

Yan Zhengqing looked completely bewildered.

Before he could react, Chu Chen stood on tiptoe, stretched out his saliva-covered finger, and drew a crooked symbol on his bald forehead.

As soon as the rune was drawn, it flashed with golden light and then disappeared.

Yan Zhengqing felt a cool sensation on his forehead, as if a fever-reducing patch had been applied.

"Sir, this is..."

"From today onwards, you have a new position," Chu Chen announced. "Chief Human Signal Jammer, Security Department, East Wing of Qianlong Residence."

"Your job is to move a small stool and sit here by the door every day."

"You don't need to lift a finger, just sit there. If someone comes, just glare at them."

Yan Zhengqing's face instantly turned from white to green.

He, the dignified head of the Cultural Relics Inspection Team, has now been reduced to a doorman? Or even a signal jammer?

What an outrageous profession!

"What, you have a problem with that?" Chu Chen narrowed his eyes.

"N-no...no." Yan Zhengqing shrank back and stood at attention. "Mission accomplished! I am the unmoving stone lion at the entrance of the east wing!"

Chu Chen nodded in satisfaction. "Your awareness is very high. You'll receive a model worker award this month."

After seeing Yan Zhengqing off, Chu Chen closed the door.

He sat by the bed, looking at his mother's peaceful sleeping face, his eyes gradually turning cold.

Physical attacks? Those wood-chopping masters in the yard can be used as punching bags.

It can attack the soul, making it impossible to defend against.

This time they managed to repel them, but what about next time?

Passive defense has never been his style.

He muttered something under his breath.

"Looks like I'll have to find some time to go down the internet cable and smash their server."