Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Tu Junfang smiled and explained, "Miss Xia, you misunderstand. These are all human bones that are thousands of years old."

Xia He was taken aback: "What are you going to do with these old relics?"

Cheng Mo suddenly realized what was going on: "You're planning to use human bones to create a magical artifact for visualization?"

Tu Junfang exclaimed, "Brother Cheng is indeed remarkable! What do you think?"

Cheng Mo's expression was somewhat strange.

This place isn't far from the Liu family's house. Could it be that Old Tu went to the Liu family to steal these thousand-year-old human bones?

However, it doesn't matter where he got it from, it has nothing to do with me.

Cheng Mo only wanted to know: "Are beef bones not good?"

Tu Junfang smiled bitterly, this time it was truly bitter: "At first the effect was acceptable, but after a long time of visualization, the ritual implements began to decay."

Cheng Mo frowned: "Huh? It's that hard to use? Won't human bones break then?"

Tu Junfang explained: "A thousand-year-old human bone has been eroded by time, so a well-preserved one is naturally much better than a cow bone. Moreover, we are human beings, and contemplating our fellow human beings can help us reflect on ourselves."

Cheng Mo completely failed to grasp the underlying meaning of his argument, but since he himself thought it was acceptable, Cheng Mo didn't stop him.

"I also know the art of weapon crafting. How about I craft these bones of yours, Old Tu?"

Tu Junfang was very interested in this suggestion. The idea for crafting magical artifacts was given by Cheng Mo. If he were to carry it out, he might be able to obtain a magical artifact that was more in line with his ideal.

As for why the other party didn't help him refine weapons last time... just kidding, Cheng Mo didn't even have Qi Sensation last time, so what weapons could he refine?

Wait a minute, that's not right. Even if Brother Cheng developed Qi after our last parting, it would only have been half a year before he learned how to refine weapons?

No, that's not right. Brother Cheng is a monster. He probably had profound skills in weapon crafting before, but he couldn't do it because he lacked Qi. He just beat me up, so he offered to help.

Very reasonable!

Tu Junfang clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Cheng."

Xia He whispered in Cheng Mo's ear, "Little Taoist, is this your first time refining a weapon yourself? Don't mess it up."

Cheng Mo gave her an OK sign and asked Tu Junfang, "What kind of ritual implement do you want to make this time? Or will you use a lock as the focus of your visualization?"

Tu Junfang shook his head: "I want to make a bone knife, not just for visualization, but I want to try to temporarily eliminate the three corpses with a bone knife."

Cheng Mo was silent for two seconds: "...Your request is a bit difficult. To sever the three corpses with a bone knife, that would be...How about we just forge a spine sword, wear it on our spine when we're not in use, and pull it out when we need it? That would be really cool."

Tu Junfang imagined that scene.

hiss!

He shivered and quickly waved his hand: "There's no need for that, a regular bone knife will do."

Cheng Mo said with a hint of regret, "Alright, then tell me your thoughts."

Tu Junfang cleared his throat: "Here's my idea, take a look. I plan to..."

He rattled off a whole bunch of nonsense.

Cheng Mo listened, still regretful: "Your idea is fine, but personally, I think the sword in the spine is more suitable. You're just visualizing yourself..."

Tu Junfang quickly interrupted him: "Well, Brother Cheng, under the influence of tradition, I still hope to be more like a human being."

Having said all that, Cheng Mo couldn't persuade him any further: "Then let's find a place to start refining."

Tu Junfang nodded: "I have a place to stay in the mountains here, let's go there."

He looked at Cheng Mo's motorcycle.

Xia He immediately reserved a seat: "This car can only seat two people."

"..."

Tu Junfang was silent for two seconds: "I don't want to take a car, I'm just afraid I won't be able to keep up with you guys on bicycles if I walk."

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "That's alright, just keep running, we'll follow behind you."

Tu Junfang: "..."

It seems like I've gotten myself into a mess.

Cheng Mo patted the motorcycle: "Don't worry, Lao Tu, I'm a super skilled rider, I can handle any mountain road."

Tu Junfang thought to himself: Am I worried that you won't ride well?!

However, he had no choice but to nod and say, "Alright, then you can follow me."

Tu Junfang was the first to run out.

Xia He climbed onto the seat and patted the front: "Hurry up, little Taoist priest."

Cheng Mo changed seats this time and sat behind her.

Xia He exclaimed "Ah!" and leaned back, snuggling into his arms. "Hehe, this is more comfortable than before."

With the soft, fragrant jade in my arms, even the mountain breeze seemed gentler.

……

Xiangfan, the office building is accessible from all directions.

Zhou Mingyuan paced around the office several times.

Dou Mei, Shen Chong, and Gao Ning—these three people seemed to have vanished into thin air. The men he sent out searched the entire city thoroughly, but they couldn't find a trace of them.

He then called the branches in various districts and counties below, telling them to keep an eye out.

The replies were all "not found", "not seen", "no clues".

Zhou Mingyuan plopped back into his chair and stared blankly at the map of the jurisdiction on the wall.

After sitting for a while, he took out his phone, found a number, and dialed it.

"Hey, Lao Zheng, it's me, Zhou Mingyuan."

A tired voice came from the other end of the phone: "Old Zhou? What's up so late?"

Zhou Mingyuan said, "I need your help. Our company is looking for three people: Dou Mei, Shen Chong, and Gao Ning. You should remember them; they caused trouble in the streets a while ago, affecting dozens of ordinary people."

Old Zheng was silent for a few seconds: "I remember. What, haven't you found it yet?"

Old Zheng was silent for a few seconds: "I remember. What, haven't you found it yet?"

"Didn't find it." Zhou Mingyuan rubbed his temples. "I was wondering if your brothers could keep an eye out for any clues."

Old Zheng said, "Okay, I'll let them know. They'll let you know if there's any news."

Zhou Mingyuan thanked him, hung up the phone, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

With Uncle Hat's help, we should be able to find some clues.

Ten minutes later, the office phone rang.

Zhou Mingyuan glanced at it; the caller ID showed Ren Fei's internal number.

He quickly answered the call: "President Ren—"

"Zhou Mingyuan".

Ren Fei's voice came through the receiver, her tone very calm: "This afternoon, you will go to Yanjin to report."

Zhou Mingyuan was stunned. Before he could react, the phone was already busy.

Zhou Mingyuan held the microphone, his mind completely blank.

Yanjin?

Go to Yanjin to report?

What does that mean?

Just then, the office door was pushed open.

Two people walked in, wearing matching uniforms with armbands on their sleeves.

Zhou Mingyuan stared at the two people, dumbfounded: "Isn't...isn't that necessary?"

One of the two spoke up, his tone calm: "You have five minutes to tidy up your things."

Zhou Mingyuan jolted awake and lunged at the desk, reaching for the computer.

The two men moved almost simultaneously.

One person held down Zhou Mingyuan's shoulder, while the other grabbed his wrist, dragging him away from the computer.

"I've shed blood for the company!" Zhou Mingyuan shouted, struggling. "I've made contributions! I want to see Chairman Zhao! I want to see Chairman Bi!"

The two men didn't say anything, but supported him on either side and led him out.

As Zhou Mingyuan left the office, walked down the corridor, and passed the conference room, he saw that there were still people inside.

Several familiar faces—managers from Xiangfan Nadutong—were all seated in chairs, with people wearing armbands standing beside them.

Someone looked up at him, then looked down again.

Zhou Mingyuan was dragged out of the company gate and shoved into a black car.

The car door closed, and the engine started.

Zhou Mingyuan slumped in his seat, only one thought in his mind—

What the hell did I do to deserve this?

As the black cars drove away, cheers suddenly erupted from the NaDuTong office building.

The employees of Xiangfan Nadutong have long suffered under Zhou Mingyuan's influence.