Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Xu Si lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and walked downstairs to sit down.

Xu San stood up, walked to the projection screen, and pointed to the photo on the right.

"Qian Wanli is a rather troublesome person. He had connections with various forces before this, and now he's not causing trouble, but he's starting to make contact with some more peripheral forces."

He wrote a few lines below the photo—

Liu Sandao, a local from Heng'an, is a gangster with twenty or thirty men under his command. He mainly runs casinos and lends money.

Surrounding counties and cities: Tie Tou Li, used to work for Quanxing, but later gathered a group of people to work independently, neither legal nor illegal.

On the Edge of Extraordinary People: Zhou Banxian, a fortune teller, not very skilled, but well-informed and knows all sorts of people.

Xu San continued, "His activities are not limited to Heng'an County; we have found traces of him in the surrounding areas. However, this man is cunning and secretive; even the few extraordinary individuals who have come into contact with him have never seen his face."

Someone added below: "We have reason to suspect that Wei Zhongxian's character did not earn Qian Wanli's trust, otherwise he would not have needed to do this, and recently he has been contacting the Quanxing faction's influence."

Xu San nodded: "This is one of the reasons why we brought Xia Liuqing here. Quanxing is currently without a leader, and Wei Zhongxian may very well want to become the leader of Quanxing."

Xu Si sneered from below: "This is much better than when he was a eunuch. Nobody was watching him, and he even had a penis."

Several people in the meeting room couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Xu San glared at him: "We're in a meeting, be serious."

Xu Si raised his hand in a French military salute, put the cigarette back in his mouth, and remained silent.

Everyone, please be quiet.

Xu San looked at a middle-aged man with a scar on his neck: "Old Wu, you deal with local forces quite a bit, try to find out more about the Quanxing group."

Old Wu nodded: "Okay, I'll ask a few old acquaintances."

Xu San then looked at a young man in his early twenties, with a buzz cut, sitting upright.

"Xiaolong, you always wanted to join the government, but you ended up being transferred here. This time, we're fulfilling your dream by having you join the joint investigation team as Uncle Hat, to delve into the special anti-gang operation."

The young man named Xiaolong's eyes lit up, and he stood up abruptly: "Third Brother, don't worry, I'll definitely do my best this time and try to stay inside and not come back."

Xu Si kicked him from behind: "You brat."

Xiao Long didn't care at all. He patted his behind, turned around and left. At the door, he turned back and gave a peace sign: "Fourth Brother, when I become the director, I'll treat you to a drink!"

Xu Si laughed and cursed.

Xu San shook his head and looked at the last person—a man in his early thirties: "Old Song, let's go together, under the guise of running a courier business, and visit and contact the most low-level supernatural beings."

Old Song nodded: "Okay, I'll go down tomorrow."

Xu San looked at Xu Si.

Xu Si flicked his cigarette ash: "Find a suitable opportunity to tell Cheng Mo about Zhong Kui. With his abilities, he's the best person to deal with this kind of person."

Xu San frowned: "Are you sure?"

"Heh." Xu Si scoffed, "I don't know what the higher-ups are thinking. They've already gotten to this point, and they still want to leave survivors."

Xu San glared at him: "Watch your mouth!"

Xu Si shrugged dismissively.

He knew to be careful with his words, after all, his father also had his reasons—if they could capture the host alive and obtain more research data from him, it would be helpful for future projects.

But Xu Si felt that, given the current situation, it would be good enough if they could bring the dead back.

……

in the hotel.

Cheng Mo and Xia He discussed it for a long time, but couldn't come to a conclusion.

I pondered those few suggestions over and over again; they all seemed reasonable, yet they also seemed utterly useless.

Xia He sighed, "Forget it, let's not think about it anymore. Let's go find our senior uncle and Erzhuang first."

Cheng Mo nodded, asked Er Zhuang for their location, and the two left the hotel, took a taxi, and headed towards the city center.

Cheng Huihui and Erzhuang were shopping in a mall.

To be precise, it was Erzhuang who was strolling around, with Cheng Huihui following behind.

Erzhuang stood in front of a toy store, staring at a plush toy in the window—a small hedgehog the size of a palm, covered in soft brown fur, with a patch of white fur on its belly, and two bright black bean eyes.

"Senior brother!" Erzhuang saw Cheng Mo and Xia He, jumped over, grabbed Cheng Mo's hand, and pointed at the hedgehog, "I want this!"

Cheng Mo glanced at the price tag—sixty-eight yuan.

He pulled out his wallet: "Buy."

Erzhuang held the little hedgehog, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.

The four of them found a restaurant, sat down, and ordered a few dishes.

While waiting for the food, Erzhuang placed the little hedgehog on the table and poked its nose with his fingertip. Every time he poked it, the hedgehog swayed. Every time he poked it, the hedgehog swayed.

Erzhuang was having a great time.

When the food arrived, Erzhuang put the hedgehog in his pocket, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating.

Halfway through the meal, she looked up and asked, "Senior, how long until that thing you two are going to do?"

Cheng Mo shook his head: "I don't know yet. This matter is a bit troublesome and will probably take a lot of time."

Xia He looked at Cheng Huihui: "Uncle-Master, why don't you take Erzhuang and go ahead first?"

Cheng Huihui stroked his beard and thought for a moment, "Okay, let's slowly walk back."

He looked down at Erzhuang and said, "Erzhuang will have to suffer a bit with his senior uncle. His senior uncle isn't as good at taking care of people as your senior brother."

The smile on Erzhuang's face slowly disappeared, and he looked at Cheng Mo pitifully.

Cheng Mo laughed: "Uncle-Master, you can drive the car back and sleep in it tonight. You don't have to suffer."

Gao Erzhuang's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands, "Great! Let's drive back! No need to walk!"

Cheng Huihui was taken aback for a moment: "I can't drive either."

"That's simple," Cheng Mo said. "It's just a matter of hand-eye-foot coordination. With your cultivation level, you can learn it in a day or two."

Cheng Huihui looked at him with a skeptical expression: "Really?"

Cheng Mo nodded: "I'll teach you after we finish eating."

After dinner, Xia He took Er Zhuang shopping, while Cheng Mo drove the car to an empty space where no one was around.

"Uncle-Master, you sit in the driver's seat."

Cheng Huihui opened the driver's side door, sat down, and placed her paws on the steering wheel.

Cheng Mo walked around to the passenger seat and sat down, first explaining the car's components to him—steering wheel, accelerator, brake, clutch, gears, and handbrake.

After listening, Cheng Huihui pressed the clutch with her left foot, shifted gears with her right hand, slowly released the clutch, and gently pressed the accelerator.

The car moved forward smoothly.

Cheng Mo: "...You've really never driven before?"

Cheng Huihui rested her paws on the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the road ahead: "I've never driven before. But what you said was clear enough, I understand."

For an average person learning to drive, it would take half a day to practice coordinating the clutch and accelerator, but Cheng Huihui learned it after Cheng Mo explained it once.

The rest, such as reversing into a parking space and parallel parking, only took about ten minutes.

Cheng Huihui backed the car into the parking space, pulled the handbrake, and turned to look at Cheng Mo: "All done?"

Cheng Mo nodded: "Alright, let's give it a try."

Cheng Huihui drove the car out of the open space and onto the highway.

After driving for about ten kilometers, changing lanes, overtaking, and waiting at red lights, it was very stable.

Cheng Mo then had Cheng Huihui drive to the gas station, explained some basic refueling procedures to him, gave him 500 yuan, and instructed him to communicate with the gas station staff about refueling.

Cheng Huihui rolled down the car window, wearing a mask and sunglasses, and said in standard Mandarin, "Fill it up, number ninety."

The staff member glanced at him, didn't ask any further questions, filled up the gas tank, and took the money.

Once Cheng Mo confirmed that everything was alright, he took out his phone and called Xia He.

"Where are you? Uncle-Master, you're all set."

Xia He gave the address.

Cheng Huihui drove over, and Xia He and Er Zhuang were already waiting by the roadside.