Chapter 117

Lin Zhao and Jie Yueling were still looking for Shen Ping inside Sanbao Company, but they didn't expect him to walk out of the emergency exit on his own. "Are you looking for me? Let's talk in the conference room!"

After Lin Zhao followed him into the conference room, they sat at opposite ends of the conference table. Shen Ping's first words were, "I only have five minutes. Ask whatever you want quickly!"

Lin Zhao calmly placed his hands on the table. "Mr. Shen, before we talk, I want to confirm what to call you."

"Should I call you Shen Qingsheng, or should I call you Shen Ping?"

Shen Ping said coldly, "Jie Sanbao still said things he shouldn't have."

"My dad didn't say anything!" Jie Yueling subconsciously retorted. "They found out your identity themselves."

Shen Ping said, "Actually, what I'm called doesn't matter anymore. After today, both names, Shen Qingsheng and Shen Ping, will be discarded. My life will start over."

Lin Zhao stared at him intently. "I want to know, what exactly happened to you?"

Shen Ping shook his head. "I can't tell you that. What I can say is that only one of us can survive. We're all trying to survive, but we can't tell anyone our methods."

"Whoever knows our way to survive will cause our death."

Lin Zhao said in a deep voice, "Did you frame Jie Sanbao?"

"No!" Shen Ping shook his head. "We can't kill each other. Killing someone else is like killing yourself. We can be strangers to each other, but we can't be enemies."

"I know Jie Sanbao helped me. Without him, I might not be alive now. But I can't help him, do you understand?"

Jie Yueling stood up excitedly. "Shen Ping! You know my dad helped you. You won't even say a word?"

Shen Ping spread his hands. "I have to say, you've asked me a very naive question."

"Jie Sanbao has protected you too well. He thinks children should live carefree lives, and he can handle all the pressure alone."

"You haven't seen the Jianghu, haven't experienced the scheming and infighting, that's why you ask such a question."

"Since you asked, I'll give you an answer."

"And that is: everyone wants to live!"

Jie Yueling was about to say something more, but Shen Ping suddenly pulled a rope hidden under the conference table. A figure suddenly fell outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

When Lin Zhao turned his head, he was face to face with that figure.

It was clearly a scarecrow wearing a suit, with a white cloth covering its face.

The scarecrow's face had simple facial features drawn on it, but its chest had a piece of cloth with Shen Ping's name and birth date written on it.

*Ti Ming* Scarecrow! (Substitute Life Scarecrow)

The *Ti Ming* scarecrow is the simplest kind of substitute life technique in the world of sorcery. Any warlock can tell you: put your clothes on the scarecrow, write your birth date on it, and throw the scarecrow on the road to be run over by a car. That's considered resolving a bloody disaster for you.

The *Ti Ming* scarecrow is also the most evil substitute life technique of warlocks. If a master is manipulating it in the dark, the scarecrow will turn into a real person. The difference lies in whether or not something valuable enough for a passerby to bend down and pick up is placed on the scarecrow.

If a passerby unknowingly picks up money, gold, or silver jewelry that falls from the scarecrow, or simply takes the scarecrow's clothes, then the substitute for life will be replaced by a living person.

The person who picks up the item will definitely return to the place where the scarecrow lay within three days and crawl under the wheels themselves. Ordinary people will only see a car accident.

Only when a warlock is present will they see that the deceased actually carried a scarecrow with someone else's birth date written on it to the side of the road, waiting there to die.

When Lin Zhao saw the scarecrow, he understood what Shen Ping wanted to do. He pressed down on the table with both hands at the same time, and eight streams of true energy shot out from Lin Zhao's fingertips, like eight steel blades slicing across the table, directly attacking Shen Ping.

Lin Zhao's target was not Shen Ping himself, but the rope in his hand.

In just the blink of an eye, the two-meter-long solid wood table was split into several wooden strips as if a chainsaw had swept across it lengthwise.

Shen Ping, however, sat upright at the other end of the conference room, without even moving.

Only then did Lin Zhao see that Shen Ping was only holding half of the rope in his hand. The act of pulling the rope was actually just a demonstration for Lin Zhao. Someone else was truly controlling the rope.

As Lin Zhao turned his head, the scarecrow hanging outside the window had already fallen downstairs.

Shen Ping breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I can live a few more years. It's tiring to live like this, but I still want to live."

Lin Zhao stood up and walked towards him. "I'm afraid you've reached the end of your life."

Shen Ping smiled. "Little brother, you forgot, this is Sanbao Company. You were filmed by the surveillance cameras when you came in. If something happens to me, you won't escape the police's pursuit."

As Shen Ping faced Lin Zhao with a cold smile, I had already arrived downstairs at Sanbao Company and happened to see a figure falling from the sky.

I watched as that figure crashed onto the marble floor with a loud bang. The stone slabs on the ground immediately cracked. The figure lying on the ground also turned its head in the rubble and looked at my face.