After five bigwigs in Beijing's elite circle fell into their trap, I fled.

Chapter 220 Killing the chicken to scare the monkey

"What does it mean to change 'overnight'?" the refined masseur asked patiently.

Madam Ning's expression held a hint of resentment as she spoke in a daze: "The first day, he took a knife and said he was going to get into a brawl. He went out for a while, and when he came back the next day, he was wearing the school uniform he hated the most, had his tattoos removed, and had thrown away everything in his room, including his favorite figurines and gaming devices; he also suddenly stopped being close to me, speaking to me politely but distantly, and there was even an aura that made my husband nervous..."

"Hmm, what happened next?"

"I noticed he suddenly lost that intimacy, and I felt a strange, inexplicable fear. I told my husband, but he thought the child's sudden change was a good thing..."

Mrs. Ning seemed unwilling to talk much about her changed son, her tone growing increasingly indifferent: "A year later, he registered with Yunduan Group. After that, he studied and worked as a designer simultaneously. The family accumulated more and more awards and trophies, and his fame grew. The Ning family gradually rose from a small clan to become a major player in the Yunduan Group, providing my husband and me with a monthly allowance. But no one knows that he moved out when he was ten years old, and since then, even seeing him once a month has become a luxury. Even when we do see him, it's like we're strangers..."

"You moved out so early?" the masseur asked curiously. "Does Madam... know his favorite places to live?"

Madam Ning pondered deeply: "He only likes to live in two places: Floating Cloud Island and Beiming Temple. But in the past year, he has even visited these two places less and less. He even wants to sell Beiming Temple. He is either in Jiangcheng or with some little vixen."

……

An hour later, Madam Ning, looking refreshed, went out.

The masseur took off his glasses and his technician uniform, revealing a business suit underneath.

He respectfully addressed the rest area behind the private room: "Boss, the person has already left."

Li Yubai walked out from behind and casually tossed the pendulum. The regular ticking sound seemed to suddenly blend into the everyday life of the world, becoming less clear.

Li Yubai glanced at the masseur with a cold gaze: "Yang Peishen, I've been with me for so many years, and I didn't know you had this massage technique."

Assistant Yang, who temporarily acted as a masseur, said twice, "It's always good to have more skills. I learned a couple of tricks in my spare time, and luckily they've come in handy."

Li Yubai gave a faint "hmm": "Go to the Beiming Temple."

"How about we go to Floating Cloud Island first?" Assistant Yang suggested. "Floating Cloud Island has beautiful scenery, and with your face and temperament, Boss, once we're surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers, taking a picture and sending it to Jiang would be absolutely amazing..."

Li Yubai spoke softly, "Since you like being in charge of me so much, why don't you take the chairman's seat?"

Assistant Yang kept his mouth shut.

Misty Continent.

As night fell, several foreigners appeared on the playground, bound and gagged.

"They are all members of a dark organization who entered the Misty Continent as tourists and then stole information from our people," the principal said calmly.

"Please don't kill us! We are willing to join the Misty Continent and become your kind!" One of the foreigners looked at the densely packed, ghost-like people in front of him and couldn't help but beg for mercy.

The principal ignored her and patiently spoke to Jiang Shu: "Although they know a lot about our clan's secrets just like you, we don't accept just anyone. We won't accept scum like this."

After he finished speaking, several screams rang out!
Jiang Shu watched as the group of students, who had seemed silly and strange just moments before, were executed with impassive expressions, and a chill ran through her heart.

"If I still refuse to join," Jiang Shu said softly, "will I end up like them?"

The principal smiled but did not answer.

When Jiang Shu returned to her dormitory, she only rested for two hours before dawn broke. That group seemed to particularly enjoy nighttime activities but strongly disliked daytime. As daylight approached, let alone morning reading or exercise, many people were still in bed even when the sun was high in the sky.

Jiang Shu casually knocked on the door next door: "Where's the cafeteria?"

The doors and windows next door were tightly shut, and the curtains were drawn all the way down. One of the students slowly peeked out from under the covers, his pupils glowing eerily in the dim light: "Jiang, are you up so early?"

Jiang Shu looked at the sky outside. The sun was already high in the sky, and golden rays of light covered the entire academy with a halo.

"It's getting late, it's already eleven o'clock," Jiang Shu reminded her. "We agreed that after the freshman welcome ceremony, you would take me to find that group of... weaklings."

"Ouch—the scorching sunlight is terrifying!" the classmate wailed, but didn't refuse. She wrapped herself up completely to avoid the direct sunlight on every inch of her skin before daring to go out. "Jiang, wait a minute. We'll organize ten people to go with you. There are too many weaklings; we're too few to intimidate them."

Jiang Shu nodded: "Thank you for your trouble."

It was still that same bus.

A dozen or so students were wrapped in layers of cloaks and the car windows were drawn. Then, one by one, they began to take milk out of their backpacks.

No one moved the curtains on Jiang Shu's side. The scenery outside flashed by, and the winter sun only brought a thin layer of warmth, not harsh at all: "You guys don't seem to like the sun?"

“I hate sunlight.” The classmate closest to her frowned. “We are usually nocturnal, and our classes are mostly scheduled for the evening. During the day, we either stay in our rooms to sleep or wander around in the deep mountains and forests where there is no sunlight.”

After her classmate finished speaking, he handed her a bag of milk: "I heard that you Chinese people don't drink this, do you... need some?"

“We Chinese drink milk too.” Jiang Shu took the opaque milk bag, opened the straw, and debunked the myth. “One cup in the morning, one at noon, and one at night. It’s healthy and good for your complexion. My little shrew at home often uses it to wash his face, and I’ve noticed his face is getting better every day…”

As she finished speaking, she leaned closer to the open milk bag, and a peculiar smell instantly filled her nostrils.

She froze.

Jiang Shu gently poured a drop into her palm, stared at the red liquid, and reflexively threw the milk carton back into her classmate's arms.

"You guys..." At this moment, Jiang Shu was truly shocked and numb. "Drinking this stuff?"

"We are of low rank, and we need to drink at least one packet a day to maintain normal vitality."

Jiang Shu: "Where did you come from?"

"The blood bank at the hospital," the classmate said, sounding a little pained. "It's so expensive!"

Is this... a problem with the price?

Jiang Shu desperately wanted to slip away and return to China right now.

But seeing that she was about to meet the group of thugs, she forced herself to calm down and continued speaking in a nonchalant manner: "I mean, can't we just eat a few bites of food properly? I don't care, I must and can only eat rice and vegetables here."

"Don't worry, don't worry, the principal and elders have specially set up a vegetable garden for you in the academy, and they're learning to grow the vegetables from China!" the classmate quickly said. "Yesterday they even specially stole some cabbages from the new master's vegetable garden, so you can eat them tonight."

Jiang Shu asked in surprise: "Your new master, cough cough, also has a vegetable garden?"