Can love influence them?

A bunch of ugly people.

"Just to vent my anger on you!"

Xuan Yangzi stomped on the man's head with one foot, then threw his body into the air, and then dropped a golden thunder from his hand, burning it to ashes.

"A scumbag should act like a scumbag."

Xuan Yangzi looked at the ashes of the man's body, waved his hand to disperse them, and finally felt a lot better.

Looking back at the boy's body, Xuan Yangzi couldn't help but sigh deeply.

It's a pity. If he could meet a good person like Master, he would definitely not end up like this.

Xuan Yangzi went over, picked up the boy's body, and decided to return it to his parents so that they could bury their child properly.

During this period, everyone around saw Xuan Yangzi's behavior, but they did not applaud or cheer for him, nor did they feel happy about the death of the man holding the whip.

Everyone seemed numb and unconscious, carrying out the work at hand without stopping, as if all this had nothing to do with them.

"Excuse me, who knows where this child's parents are?" Xuan Yangzi asked one by one while holding the boy's limp body.

It was not until Xuan Yangzi asked them that they weakly pointed in a direction and continued to work hard.

Xuan Yangzi looked at these people who had no reaction. Just now, the man kicked the boy to death, but they were indifferent.

He neither had the spectator mentality of those people in the clinic, nor did he show any fear or sympathy.

Nothing at all.

It doesn't matter if it's none of your business.

What kind of environment can give birth to these people?

There is no gratitude, no sympathy, but there is no malice or gloating.

Like a tireless working machine, living mechanically as if having lost all passion.

In addition to anger, Xuan Yangzi felt more shocked and afraid, as well as a hint of sadness.

People can actually become like this.

Xuan Yangzi frowned and finally waited for the couple who were pushing a cart out at the entrance of a mine.

"Sorry, this is your child."

Xuan Yangzi said in a heavy tone, sadly handing over the boy's body:

"He was beaten to death by the supervisor. I was unable to save him. Please accept my condolences."

Xuan Yangzi was prepared for the parents to cry heart-wrenchingly and to comfort them in case they wanted to commit suicide.

result.

"Oh."

The husband simply took the boy's body indifferently, weighed the weight of his own child, and turned to his wife and said:

"Wife, you can eat meat tomorrow."

For a moment, Xuan Yangzi suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"and many more."

Xuan Yangzi looked at the man in shock and asked:

"Are you the father of this child?"

"Yes."

The man nodded expressionlessly and sighed:

"It's a pity that he doesn't work hard. I was hoping that he would surpass others and become a supervisor, and improve my life in the process."

"Since it's dead, we can only cook it and eat its meat."

Chapter 60

"You are worthy of being a parent!?"

Xuan Yangzi grabbed the man's hair and pulled him over tightly, staring into his eyes and asked:

"He's your son. He's dead, and you just want to cook him and eat him!?"

"It hurts, it hurts, my god, I was wrong."

The man shed tears of pain, and finally showed a little expression, grinning:

"My Lord, what should I do? Please enlighten me!"

"You should bury him properly! Remember to worship him every year! Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I will follow the immortal's orders!" the man said respectfully.

"You...oh!"

Looking at the man's flattering, submissive and confused expression, Xuan Yangzi suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of powerlessness.

This is not a problem that can be solved with fists.

Sometimes, people's mental problems are harder to break than ten thousand mountains.

Xuan Yangzi could only stand there, watching the couple holding the boy's body, nodding and bowing to him, and then returning to their numb and indifferent expressions, gradually walking away.

"What kind of world is this..."

Xuan Yangzi recalled that when he was a child, he sat on his father's shoulders, singing while herding cattle, and catching loaches with his father.

Why is this gap so big?

"Ugh……"

Xuan Yangzi sighed and flew back to where the six people were. Jin Quan led the six people, jumped onto the loess plateau, and came to the sound transmission room.

Xuan Yangzi stopped at the door and took a look at Yingcai. He found that the girl was already sleeping soundly in the golden fist.

In order to avoid disturbing Yingcai, Xuan Yangzi thickened the golden light, making the inside of the golden fist quieter.

Enter the sound transmission room.

Xuan Yangzi followed the instructions of the six people in the Golden Fist, picked up a stone with ten holes on the table, clicked them in order, then pointed at the stone and said:

"Please come to the transmission room as soon as possible. Please come to the transmission room as soon as possible. I have a letter from your sister for you. Please come to the transmission room as soon as possible. I have a letter from your sister for you..."

Xuan Yangzi's voice echoed outside and could also be heard in the sound transmission room.

Waited for a long time.

Finally, a thin woman knocked on the door, pushed it open and walked in, looking puzzled and asked:

"My sister's letter?"

"Ok?"

Xuan Yangzi was puzzled. Didn’t Cai Ling say he was her younger brother? How could she be a woman?

"Excuse me, do you have a sister?"

"Sir, I don't know."

The woman's dark face showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, and she laughed:

"Sir, you are not lonely, so you deliberately use this method to invite me in, right?"

"Don't worry, sir. I'm still new~"

The woman's skeleton-like body twisted and turned as she came towards me. There were festering wounds on her arms. She tried to move towards me as seductively as possible, but it was actually very scary.

"Wait, you misunderstood."

Xuan Yangzi quickly hid aside and pointed at the door and said:

"Since you are not the person I am looking for, please go back."

"Ah...it's really..."

The woman left disappointedly, and before leaving she threw a coquettish glance at Xuan Yangzi.

Xuan Yangzi shuddered, turned around with some fear, and asked the six people:

"What's going on? Could the owner of the work number change?"

“It does change.”

Six Ways:

"If the owner of a work number dies, gets promoted, or leaves Yucheng, his work number will be replaced by a new employee."

"Can the person with the original work number find out where he is?"

Xuan Yangzi frowned and said:

"For example, whether he is dead or divorced, or promoted to supervisor, can such information be found out?"

"This is hard to say."

The six people frowned and said:

"This information is generally not used, so no one has ever counted it."

Xuan Yangzi thought:

Cai Ling is an ordinary person. She looks to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, so the time span is not that long.

If you ask around at the mine, you should be able to find out where the former 9523 is.

"Oh, Immortal, I remember now."

One person suddenly said, then his face changed drastically and he stammered, unable to say the next words.

"What did you remember?" Xuan Yangzi asked puzzledly.

"Uh, this is it."

The man said with a stiff upper lip:

"It's better for me not to think about it, and it's better for the Immortal not to ask."

"Hurry up and tell me, I'm in a bad mood right now." Xuan Yangzi said gloomily.

"Actually, the employee number 9523 sounds familiar to me, because one of our colleagues was promoted with this number."

The man swallowed and said slowly:

"The supervisor you just beat to death mentioned to me... He used to be 9523."

"what?"

Xuan Yangzi was shocked.

after that.

Xuan Yangzi came to 9523, or the bedroom of the supervisor Xiao Ming.

There wasn't much in the bedroom.

Xuan Yangzi searched for a while and found Xiao Ming's diary, then opened it and took a look.

The diary clearly records how Xiao Ming, through his own hard work, step by step changed from employee number 9523 to supervisor Xiao Ming.

On February 2022, 1 of the fourth cycle of the lunar calendar, the weather is hot.

I learned to write for the first time, but my writing was always bad.

I want to record every day.

This way, even if you die, you can leave something behind.

……

On April 2023, 2 of the fourth cycle of the lunar calendar, the weather is cold.

My father died of exhaustion, and from now on it’s just my sister and I.

……

On April 2023, 2 of the fourth cycle of the lunar calendar, the weather is cold.