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"Respected Lady Baizhi, my name is Wuchou. This name was given to me by my master. I was originally an orphan left behind by the war. He gave me this name to make me let go of hatred, because revenge only leads to more revenge."
Number 23, no, he should be called Wuchou, said calmly, “But my master never expected that this world was too dark. I couldn’t let go of my hatred, so I became a black magic wizard.”
"Well...."
Bai Zhi stroked her chin. "So, do you want revenge? Something even more wicked than evil itself, achieved through wicked means, with thunderous force."
Wu Chou looked up at Bai Zhi with some surprise. She hadn't expected Bai Zhi to say such a thing to her.
"What do you mean?" she asked, somewhat uncertainly.
Bai Zhi smiled and said, "I will give you power. Use your own methods to rule over those places where the sun doesn't shine and those people who cannot be judged by law."
"Everyone has their own value. This world cannot be bright forever, so some people need to fall into darkness, and be shrouded in even darker darkness."
"I am willing!"
Wu Chou said without hesitation, or rather, this was exactly what she had hoped for.
She had no intention of using the law to bring the evildoers to justice; she only wanted to use dark magic to torture them until they were unrecognizable.
"Alright, take this pill. Your image is still very important."
Wu Chou didn't ask what kind of medicine it was, but took the pill from Bai Zhi's hand and swallowed it.
A moment later, she touched her face and found it was no longer wrinkled, but smooth and elastic.
Even her hoarse, androgynous voice returned to that of a young girl.
"This...you...."
She was stunned speechless; even for a dark wizard, this was nothing short of a miracle.
"A drug that reverses aging, isn't that amazing?"
Bai Zhi sized up Wu Chou, who had regained her youth. Hmm, the white-haired, red-eyed girl perfectly matched her fantasies.
"Thanks to your grace, Wu Chou will surely carry out your will!"
Upon hearing Bai Zhi mention the name of the medicine, Wu Chou's breath caught in his throat. He then immediately knelt down, raised his right hand, and made a vow.
Even if a black magic wizard possesses black magic, although there are ways to prolong life, their body will not become younger. In fact, it will become more and more terrifying due to the erosion of black energy.
Wu Chou knew very well that if Bai Zhi were to take out what she had, it could probably attract wizards several times more powerful than herself.
Even the renowned Blade Dragon among the Black Wizards would probably find it hard to resist such temptation.
Not to mention someone like her.
“The grace I have given you is not just this. Come, repeat the incantation with me. Your power is still too weak. You can still borrow mine when necessary.”
Wu Chou accepted everything in a daze. After she came out of Bai Zhi's office, she had transformed from a terrifyingly aged woman caused by the black energy into a tall girl with a cold aura.
"Then, following Lady Baizhi's will, I need to go here, find that guy named Valon, and have him cede a portion of the Black Hand Gang's power to me..."
Meanwhile, Valon was pacing back and forth anxiously. After learning about the situation at Baizhi Company some time ago, he had been thinking about how to get a share of that huge pharmaceutical profit.
However, Bai Zhi did not grant his request at the time, but instead left him with the words: "Benefits are always earned through one's own efforts."
He had been racking his brains for a long time, but he couldn't come up with a suitable solution.
What exactly constitutes striving?
Get more talismans?
Although the Holy Lord still had the talisman on him, he didn't plan to take it for the time being, because this guy still had a lot of value to him. He knew the locations of many strange items, which were all worth money.
Therefore, as a last resort, he would not do something short-sighted like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs, thus directly offending the Holy Lord.
"Valon, you've been wandering around here for ages, I'm getting tired of it!"
The statue of the Holy Lord had its eyes flashing red, and its tone was somewhat angry. This thing had been hanging around here for so long that it was almost blinding him.
"I'm thinking about how to make money, Holy Lord. If you hadn't kept with me the Golden Rooster King's treasure, would I be in such a hurry?"
“Everyone in the world is making money. Every time I see the assets of those rich people on TV growing, my heart bleeds. But I can’t participate because I lack the opportunity and enough assets. Do you know how that feels?”
The Holy Lord remained silent. The treasure was impossible to give; it was impossible for him to give it away in this lifetime.
It seems like they can only make a living by making empty promises to Vallon and fooling him like this.
"Boss, there's a woman knocking on the door. She says she wants to see you."
As Valon was pondering this, Rasu walked in and reported.
"Woman? Tell her to get lost. I don't have time to see anyone right now."
Valon frowned upon hearing this. His mind was already too busy to think about anything else. He didn't want to see anyone until he figured out how to get a share of the pie.
"Boss, you'd better go see her, because that woman said she was sent by Miss Bai Zhi."
"What?! You bunch of idiots, how can you treat someone so disrespectfully?! Invite them in right now!!"
Upon hearing Rasu's words, Valon immediately spoke up.
He felt that the time to fight for interests, as Bai Zhi had mentioned, might have come.
"Oh, miss, please go ahead!"
Valon very respectfully invited Wuchou to a conference room.
"You were sent by Miss Baizhi, right? I knew Miss Baizhi wouldn't abandon me. I'll help you solve any problems you may have!"
Upon arriving at the office, Valon very attentively served him a glass of water.
"Let's get straight to the point. Lady Baizhi needs you to transfer a portion of the Black Hand Gang's power to me."
"Oh?"
Upon hearing this request, Valon was not alarmed. Having worked with Bai Zhi for some time, he knew very well that although Bai Zhi might make requests, she would definitely not treat him unfairly.
Besides, the Black Hand Gang has been neglecting its management lately, with all its energy focused on searching for talismans and other things.
He wouldn't mind selling it for a good price.
"I will certainly comply with Miss Bai Zhi's request."
Valon didn't ask what the reward would be; in this situation, it's best to maintain a very positive attitude first.
“Very good. Lady Baizhi said that in exchange, you can become the agent for the city’s Tianming Research and Development Drugs.”
Upon hearing this, Valon's eyes lit up. Sure enough, following the Holy Lord meant going hungry for three days and nine meals a day, while following Bai Zhi meant eating and drinking well every day.
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"Boss, wasn't this talisman-finding gadget supposed to break last time? How come it's working again?"
In a dense jungle, Ah Fen was diligently clearing away plants with a machete when he asked Valon a question out of curiosity.
"Of course, we had Miss Bai Zhi fix it. She's much more capable than that old man back home. With just a few simple moves, she restored it to its original state."
Valon waved the talisman tracker in his hand, a broad smile on his face.
"But boss, didn't you get the agency for that medicine? You could be making money hand over fist, so why are you out here looking for talismans with us?"
Rasu was somewhat puzzled.
Since their boss obtained the exclusive San Francisco distribution rights for the drug from Destiny Company, he's been making a fortune, with a constant stream of people ordering the drug every day.
With that kind of speed of making money, why bother with this kind of hard and time-consuming method?
Moreover, his own boss has even handed over the Mafia to that woman named Wu Chou. Isn't this a good time to retire from the criminal world and become a happy, wealthy man?
Why bother coming all this way to this desolate, dense forest just to suffer?
If it were him, he would definitely be spending the money to live a life of luxury.
Valon rolled his eyes. "What do you know? Although I got the agency rights and am making a lot of money every day, I've lost the favor I owe you."
"If I can't prove my worth, then if Destiny develops something powerful in the future, I might not get the agency rights for that new thing."
“The talisman represents more favors, which will make Miss Baizhi remember what I did. In the future, even the slightest bit of residue left between her fingers will make us eat our fill.”
"I, your boss, am not the kind of person who is satisfied with just a little bit of money."
Valon was quite self-aware. If it were an ordinary person with this technology, he might have tried to steal the drug formulas or something.
After all, he's a gangster, no matter what.
But when facing truly powerful people, he had absolutely no such thoughts.
If there really is such a fool, Valmont can only say that the other party is on their own.
"Boss, the tracker is flashing. Look, over there, it looks like an ancient ruin."
Ah Fen chopped the vine in half with one stroke, then excitedly pointed ahead.
In the dense forest, a group of antique-style buildings stood there.
"Boss, we're in luck. This must be some ancient ruin. Maybe we can find a lot of antiques besides talismans."
"It's really well hidden. If the tracker hadn't been repaired, I probably would never have imagined that the talisman would be in such a place."
Valon approached the ruins with some amazement, only to see that the buildings were inscribed with many ancient records.
"Does any of you understand this thing?"
Valon frowned as he looked at the words.
He's an American, and he can't understand any of these characters that look like Chinese.
“Boss, Zhou is Chinese, so he must know Chinese characters,” Afen suggested.
"That's right, Zhou. Can you read the words written on it?"
Valon then turned his gaze to Zhou.
"Of course, although these characters are somewhat different from modern Chinese characters, I can still understand most of them..."
Zhou carefully approached these ancient records and began to read aloud: "This first picture is about the eight great demons in ancient times. Hey, that's what the Holy Lord told us. They once ruled over mankind and such."
"The second picture is about humanity's unwillingness to be ruled and their constant resistance against the eight demons. In the end, eight immortal gods, who can also be called immortals, appeared and used their powerful strength to seal the demons."
"I already know these stories. Are there any I don't know?"
Valon seemed a little impatient. Who cared about ancient myths? What he cared about was what could bring him profit.
"Boss, don't worry. The third painting shows that people have great respect for the eight immortals, so they built terracotta figurines of the eight immortals in this temple."
"Those inside should be ancient statues. If we can transport them and sell them, they could probably be worth a lot of money."
"Oh? That's really good."
Valon's eyes lit up. He knew very well that the Eight Immortals lived a very long time ago.
The terracotta figurines carved in that ancient era, while not priceless, were certainly in high demand in the market.
This is perfect as an unexpected bonus.
"Let's go in and take a look, and see if the talisman is in there."
As he spoke, he took the lead and eagerly stepped into the somewhat dilapidated building.
Inside the building, rows of terracotta figurines, each with a unique shape, holding various scrolls or making hand gestures as if casting spells, lined both sides.
"That's really creepy, boss. What if they suddenly come to life and attack us?"
Rasu swallowed hard and said in a low voice.
As they were talking, they heard a series of squeaking sounds, which startled Rasu so much that he almost jumped up.
However, following the sound, everyone's gaze also shifted in that direction.
There was a huge rat with something in its mouth.
Upon closer inspection, they realized it was a familiar talisman.
"It's a rat charm! Kill that rat!"
Without hesitation, Afen drew his gun and fired, but the rat seemed even more alert, dodging the attack with a few leaps.
The others were not to be outdone; they took out their guns and began shooting at the rats.
"bang bang bang"
Numerous statues were destroyed by these bullets.