Chapter Eleven: The Car Accident

  By May, the weather turns hot, and department stores are more lively than in spring and autumn. Many retired elderly people in Nanshi like to bring their children to such places to enjoy the air conditioning.

  KFC stores are even more crowded, don't look at the Chinese people constantly shouting what junk food, but they still eat without hesitation, perhaps saying that the Chinese have long been immune to poison.

  "I still don't think it's reliable."

  Xue Qiao fiddled with the promotional advertisements on the table, furrowing her brow.

  This advertisement is different from the colorful and dazzling advertisements nowadays. It's very simple, just plain white paper with black ink, not even beautiful artistic fonts, but a serious-looking regular script font, with large characters, attached to it is a photo that looks like it was taken with a mobile phone at first glance.

  The person taking the photo is very good at composition. The mobile phone on the table was photographed beautifully, with a lot of texture, making people like it at first sight.

  Moreover, the details are clear, and they are all recent photos.

  Yang Daidai puffed up a bun-like face, stuffing potato chips into her mouth one by one, muttering: "Who told you to hurt MoMo's heart? If not, buy something she likes to coax her. I don't know how long she'll make a fuss. This month I only have 2,689 yuan left. After setting aside next half-month's living expenses, what else can I buy?"

  Xue Qiao's face stiffened, remembering her crazy shopping spree on Taobao last night. Now she only had over a thousand yuan left in her card and more than five hundred cash in hand. It was just the 15th of the month, and it would be half a month before her parents sent her money again. If she weren't a student who could eat at the cafeteria, with her huge expenses, she wouldn't be able to survive in Nanshi.

  "Mom has been playing games all the time and loves large-scale games. Recently, she's always complaining that her phone is not working well and wants to buy an iPhone. Yesterday, you made her cry so much that I was about to get a headache. When I looked up, I saw the advertisement on the school gate with such a beautiful phone, only 2000 yuan for one, it's like fortune is smiling at us, how can we not buy it?"

  "Besides, I arranged to meet him at KFC, and right across the street there's a police station. There are also security guards inside the department store, and you, a 'martial arts master' who has practiced for over a decade, should be able to scare him off even if he tries anything funny! What can he do? If I don't see the goods, I won't give him any money. And besides, even if I get scammed, 2,000 yuan isn't that much. You could buy a designer handbag for that price, right?"

  Xue Qiao thought for a moment and felt that it was indeed reasonable.

  The waiter who was carrying a tray and shuttling back and forth suddenly stopped in his tracks, and the entire KFC restaurant seemed to fall silent for just one second.

  Xue Qiao guaranteed with her years of experience in looking for handsome guys and as a woman's intuition that there must be some handsome guys around at this time.

  As she lifted her head, the person who was pushing open the door turned out to be a handsome and elegant young man. Although he was backlit, his facial features were somewhat blurry, but this natural and unadorned beauty still couldn't escape the eyes of many wolf-like women.

  Yang Yunqiu walked into the KFC store's door, and the cold air that greeted him made him slightly uncomfortable.

  I don't know why, but while others cultivate their skills, unaffected by the cold or heat, he becomes increasingly afraid of the cold. The doll says it's because he has been staying too long beside Fang Xiang, and that it is a childish temperament, speaking unclearly. Yang Yunqiu is broad-minded and even-tempered, so she doesn't worry about these inconsequential things.

  He glanced around the store, guessing at a glance that Yang Daidai was the buyer, and hurriedly walked over. Although it wasn't obvious, those subtle glances made him slightly uncomfortable.

  "He's coming! He's actually walking over!"

  Xue Qiao pulled out her makeup box and tidied up her collar in front of the mirror, sitting properly and trying to make herself look gentle and elegant. However, Yang Daidai could sense that her entire body was trembling with excitement.

  Yang Daidai was not as infatuated with Xue Qiao, and the first thing she noticed was the silver box in the visitor's hand. The box was quite large, and from a distance, it looked exquisitely crafted, obviously very valuable. Before she could think anything, she suddenly heard a cry of surprise coming from outside.

  The customers in the store were still in a daze, and Yang Daidai raised her eyes to see that beautiful young man casually throwing away the box in his hand.

  A loud crash.

  Xue Qiao was startled all of a sudden.

  The people in the store rushed out of the door like a swarm of bees, and Yang Dai also quickly pulled Xue Qiao to follow up. Outside, they saw a pregnant woman lying on the ground, next to which was an overturned food cart, with chicken giblets, pig trotters, and duck necks scattered all over the place.

  A Cayenne was stuck in the green belt by the side of the road, with a long indentation on its door.

  The husband of the pregnant woman sat down on the edge of the road, less than an inch away from the car, his face pale, and after a long time, he struggled to crawl over and hug his wife.

  Outside was quiet for a few seconds, then suddenly there was a commotion, a group of people rushed up, some called the police to report the incident, others shouted for an ambulance, and everything was in chaos.

  Yang Yunqiu walked over with a flourish and picked up her small trunk, without even getting much dust on it.

  The driver in the carriage had a bloody head, and it took him half a day to slowly come out, cursing loudly: "Which son of a bitch hit my car, damn it..." He lowered his head and saw the pregnant woman in her husband's arms, holding her belly and groaning, with bloodstains on her clothes, her face pale and greenish-white. "Pfft, what bad luck!"

  He reversed the car, turned a corner and sped away.

  I don't know what interesting thing to do, for a long time no naughty doll suddenly jumped out and fell on the driver's head, "Hurry up, mark him, Ah Qiu your first self-earned merit will land on his body."

  Yang Yunqiu's footsteps suddenly stopped, and with a flick of her hand, a metal piece turned into a stream of light, piercing into the car and straight into the driver's mind.

  It is said that this is the soul-capturing technique passed down by Xīn Yí Xiān Shī. If the spiritual power of the person being affected is stronger than that of the caster, then this technique will not work at all. However, if the spiritual power of the person being affected is weak and feeble, once they fall under its influence, they can only be manipulated by the caster, their soul toyed with at will. If they encounter someone with malicious intentions, it's likely to be a fate worse than death.

  So this technique is very simple and can be performed by even a first-class cultivator, but it was once considered forbidden for a long time.

  In Yan Guo, even ordinary people attach great importance to spiritual cultivation. This kind of technique cannot be used casually, in case it backfires and the consequences are not worth it. But on Earth, Yang Yunqiu doesn't need to worry too much.

  The blood on the pregnant woman's skirt was getting thicker and darker, Yang Yunqiu furrowed her brow, there was no sign of an ambulance, so she thought for a moment and then took a cup of hot water from a nearby barbecue stall, drew a pattern on the glass with her hand, and walked over to hand it to the pregnant woman's husband.

  The doll sat on Yang Yunque's shoulder, muttering to herself: "Her child is considered to have obtained a good opportunity... If she can really grow up safely, it will be easier for her to enter the path of cultivation than others."

  Yang Yunqiu saw the pregnant woman's complexion improve, and a doctor from a nearby clinic came over. He turned around and walked straight to Yang Daidai and Xue Qiao, saying in a low voice: "Excuse me, are you Mrs. Yang? I also have the surname Yang, we just spoke on the phone."