326: Chapter 124 We Truly Are All Willing 326: Chapter 124 We Truly Are All Willing Do environmentalists truly love environmental protection?
Not necessarily.
It’s possible they’re just being paid to push you into environmentalism, while their employers behind the scenes reap the profits of the oil business.
Principal Zhou once asked Wang Yunxiao a question: what do you think is the real purpose of the people scheming behind the scenes against the Red Lantern Society and the Qianjin Church?
How the hell could I possibly understand the thoughts of a madman?
That night, Wang Yunxiao finally knew the answer.
After losing the protection of the two major women’s rights organizations, they couldn’t wait to start persecuting the women of the city.
On his journey, what he saw most wasn’t demons or evil spirits of all sorts of strange shapes, but one bridal procession after another!
Who could have imagined that on a night when the moon is hidden, a night that should be rife with demons, Tianmen City’s most booming business turned out to be damn taking concubines!
Wang Yunxiao was completely numb.
Under the stern suppression of the new government, the bigwigs of Tianmen City hadn’t taken a concubine in a full two years, and the underage girls had been eating idle meals at home for two whole years, eating their parents out of house and home.
This market, blocked off for a whole two years, finally exploded once it lost the invisible regulation and deterrence.
Wang Yunxiao stood at the street corner, watching helplessly as two patrol police officers stopped a bridal procession.
An old man shakily ran up to the police, collapsed to the ground with a thud, and beseeched loudly with a heart-wrenching cry, “Please have mercy, my lord!
My daughter is truly doing this of her own free will!”
Seeing that the police remained unmoved, the bride crawled out of the palanquin, tossed off her bridal veil, rushed to the front of the procession, and furiously shouted, “Do you know how much dowry Old Master Huang offered my family?
It’s more than ten years of your salaries!
My father said I’m willing, what more do you want?
Are you trying to drive me to death?”
As the bride knelt down too, the young patrol officer was at a loss, moving his gun away and shouting with insufficient authority, “Stand up when you speak!
Don’t kneel!”
However, both the father and the daughter saw his hesitation and weakness in his eyes, got up, and shouted loudly, “Charge through!
Charge through!”
The bridal procession surged forward in an instant, pushing the two patrol officers aside.
Wang Yunxiao walked over, helped the fallen patrol officer up, and the three men looked at each other, speechless for a moment.
“Maybe she truly is doing this willingly.”
The knocked-down patrol officer dusted off his backside and said with a self-deprecating laugh, “We ended up looking like the bad guys.”
Wang Yunxiao was about to say something when he suddenly caught a glimpse of another bridal procession turning the corner.
This procession’s way of going about things was different from the last: everyone in this bridal procession was dressed in white and carrying white banners.
This was a ghost marriage!
The two patrol officers immediately ran over, raised their guns, and shouted loudly, “Stop!
Nobody move!”
The bridal procession halted, and a thin old man in a white hood squeezed out from the crowd, sneering ominously, “Officers should just mind the affairs of the living and not block the way of the dead.”
As he spoke, he pointed his mourning stick at the two patrol officers, who felt dizzy and could hardly stand straight.
Enraged, Wang Yunxiao charged towards him in a few strides, pulled out his Whip of Duke Thunder, and jabbed it into his chest.
You trying to play your mother with me?
A flash of lightning exploded, the old man didn’t even scream before his chest was blasted into charred flesh; his mourning stick snapped in two, and he fell to the ground, dead without a whimper.
Seeing a real death, the bridal procession let out a cry and scattered like birds and beasts.
The people in white had all fled, but they left behind the paper sedan, which remained eerily quiet.
Wang Yunxiao quickly stepped forward and lifted the sedan’s curtain, only to see a little girl in a bridal gown sitting motionless inside.
She couldn’t move.
Stuck in her body were no fewer than thirty-six silver needles, fastening her to the sedan like an insect specimen, with even two needles piercing her eyelids, preventing her from opening her eyes.
Only two trails of blood-tears streamed quietly down her cheeks, staining the bridal gown red.
Judging by her state, it did not seem like a voluntary act, yet she couldn’t make a sound.
Wang Yunxiao faintly heard a giggle and, looking in its direction, saw a big-headed doll wearing a red bellyband peeking out from behind the bride, its small hands resting on her shoulders as it grinned menacingly at him.
Hehe, Third Master Ding!
Wang Yunxiao recognized at a glance that this was a mealybug doll manipulated by Third Master Ding.
They had seen this thing the first time they entered the Outer Dimension from the school.
Even if this one wasn’t raised by Third Master Ding, it was definitely related to him!
Heaven has a path yet you refuse to walk, hell has no gate but you insist on breaking through, Laozi can hold in piss and shit but I can’t stand your nonsense anymore!
The mealybug doll clearly had no idea what it was in for—most brats think this way, seemingly under the impression that Wang Yunxiao could do nothing to it.
However, Wang Yunxiao reached out and grabbed the doll in one smooth motion.
It was only then that the doll realized the danger and felt fear, but by then it was too late.
Wang Yunxiao seized its throat, forced open its jaw, and gently inserted a lit Palm Thunder fuse into its throat, smiling tenderly, “Since you’re here, let’s celebrate the New Year.
You’re still a child, and I don’t have any lucky money for you, but how about a firecracker to play with?”
Then he flung it away.
The mealybug doll crashed against the nearby wall with a clatter, and without a second thought, turned and ran.
It hadn’t gone far when a muffled bang was heard, and its round head exploded on the spot.
Unperturbed, Wang Yunxiao pulled out his notebook and sighed at the blood-red lettering.
You don’t give me an address, what am I supposed to do?
If it’s really urgent, by the time I get there, the moment would probably have passed.
See, this little ghoul gets it.
“Detecting Level I Mysterious Item: Mealybug Puppet, distance 8, distance 9…”
The ghost doll’s head had been blown off, yet it had not completely died; a piece of yellow spirit paper on its back drifted quietly in the wind.
If it were anyone else, they might indeed be fooled.
But Wang Yunxiao had the notebook, and he had formed the habit of checking it regularly—a habit he wasn’t exactly fond of, as he still had reservations about the notebook.
But there was no helping it, it was too useful.
Everyone knows eating fried chicken and drinking cola makes you fat, don’t they?
So, what do you suggest I do?
The money I make is only enough for cola, not wine.
If I had a Dragon Slaying sword in my hand, would I need you?
Wang Yunxiao hesitated for a second between “playing the hero” and “looking for a fight.”
If I chop up that son of a bitch Third Master Ding first, it shouldn’t take too much time, should it?