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Chapter 257 Ending
More than ten days later.

With the arrival of a downpour, the oppressive heat finally subsided, the unbearable and incredibly long summer was finally over, and the city was greeted with a hint of autumn.

On this day, Zhou You got up very early, put on his most expensive outfit, and went to the cemetery.

He was going to attend a funeral.

—Han Ruiming's funeral.

After shooting the cult leader, the old man seemed to have exhausted all his energy—or rather, his last reason to live—and his already serious condition began to deteriorate rapidly. In just a few days, he was on his deathbed, his life hanging by a thread.

In his final moments, he met Zhou You in the hospital room.

He only said two sentences.

The first sentence is: "I'm so sorry to have dragged you into this. I've already arranged everything else, including all the cleanup, and no one will be able to trace it back to you."

The second sentence consists of only two characters.

"——Thank you very much."

Faced with this situation, Zhou You was powerless—he even tried to use the Black Book, but to no avail—but the old man didn't care at all. He just asked Zhou You for another sip of wine, then closed his eyes, lay down on the bed, and entered a rare peaceful sleep.

The next day, the old man, who had been hunting for nearly half his life, passed away suddenly.

Although Zhou You remembered Han Ruiming as an old, stubborn, and bad-tempered man who was difficult to get along with, even communication was a problem, surprisingly, a large number of people came to the funeral. Not only his old subordinates and teammates, but also many villagers from his hometown who did not like him came.

In the long funeral procession, the former captain, who had done many good deeds and many evil deeds, was pushed into the crematorium. Amidst wisps of smoke, he turned into a handful of ashes and was finally buried next to his daughter's grave.

—For the person in question, it can be considered a good ending, at least.

Finally, Zhou You, covered in dust, rode a swaying bus and returned home.

...And after that, he still has a big boss to face.

Standing at the door, he hesitated for a long time before taking out his key and opening the door with a look of grim determination.

He had already prepared for the possible scenarios that might occur.

If the other party bites without warning, then you should just take it, since with the dragon body, that little attack won't break your defense anyway—but you must grimace and make a face as if you're in extreme pain to gain some sympathy.

If the other party throws out a bunch of kitchen knives and pots, quickly find cover and then reason with them, making sure to calm them down before the whole house is torn apart.

If the other party completely ignores you, then speak gently and kindly, and offer them the expensive chocolates you just bought as a bribe.

As for whether these methods are actually effective...
—Who should I ask? These three brilliant strategies were actually learned from Li Sanli.

However, after opening the door, no attack was seen.

Zhou You cautiously poked his head in and then called out softly.

"—Little guy?"

However, no one responded.

—Oh my god, has this person run away from home?

Zhou You quickly took a few steps, but suddenly heard a sound coming from the kitchen.

That's the sound of ingredients being added to the oil and frying.

He let out a long sigh and gently pushed open the kitchen door. As expected, a familiar figure was there skillfully handling the cookware. Upon seeing Zhou You, the figure simply waved casually, telling him that the food would be finished soon and that he should wait inside for a while.

A strange emotion welled up in Zhou You's heart, but he could only shake his head with a smile. He then walked into the house and casually sat down on the sofa.

The television was on, but it wasn't the familiar animation channel; instead, it was a news radio station.

"The cause of the fire at the XX building has been investigated and determined. Fortunately, the vast majority of people had escaped before the incident."

"Police in this city have cracked a major drug case, seizing a large quantity of the new drug 'Ascension Powder' and killing several suspects on the spot."

Regarding the case of famous actress Xu Xin, who allegedly stabbed and killed several wealthy men due to relationship disputes and subsequently committed suicide by jumping off a building, her company stated that it could not disclose more information. It is rumored to be related to unspoken rules and deals, and the police have now intervened and begun an investigation.

"Ms. Mian Ting, a once-renowned philanthropist in this city, passed away the day before yesterday after failing to respond to medical treatment. According to reports, several companies under her name are involved in serious crimes."

Hearing those familiar names, Zhou You let out a long sigh.

It's unclear where this retired captain got his hands on, but despite the deaths of so many wealthy and powerful figures, it didn't cause a ripple at all. All the deaths were covered up with various excuses; the better ones made it into the news and even the worst ones didn't generate any public discussion.

However, Zhou You was happy to see this happen.

This time, he was only trying to relieve his live-in partner of any worries. As for anything related to the supernatural, the church, or cleaning up the mess, he genuinely didn't want to get involved at all.

—So what was that saying again?

Since no one has come knocking on my door, this matter is none of my concern.

Just as Zhou You switched channels, intending to critically examine those pale thighs, his roommate floated in carrying several dishes.

Smelling that familiar aroma, he forgot all about the TV and eagerly broke open his chopsticks. Just as he was about to pick up a piece of fish, he suddenly received a light but not heavy blow to the head.

Seeing the little ghost's dissatisfied expression, Zhou You paused for a moment, then laughed.

"well."

"—Welcome home, little one."
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And the other side.

Two ordinary-looking people walked out of the city television station. One of them wiped the dense sweat from his forehead and then sat down on the ground without any regard for his image.

"Finally, finally it's all over! I was almost exhausted on the way here—damn, these guys are inhuman, they pushed all the mess-cleaning on us!"

His companion didn't say anything, but silently handed him a bottle of water.

Seeing the complainer take it and gulp down a few mouthfuls, the companion calmly replied.

"After all, matters involving the supernatural are handled by the department, and they are afraid of taking responsibility, so it's understandable that they are unwilling to help. But at least they have provided all the help they could from other places, and this matter is finally resolved, isn't it?"

"Solved? You're fucking kidding me, right? But it was them—" The complainer stopped mid-sentence, as if remembering something, and awkwardly shut his mouth. "...And the most crucial question remains unanswered—what ability does that half-dead old man Han Ruiming have to kill a Desolate God? You must understand, in this degenerate age, unless military force is used, even half the entire department might not be enough to save him."

His companion frowned and spoke up to stop him.

"Since the higher-ups have ordered us to stop investigating, let's just leave it at that. Han Ruiming himself isn't much, but his master who died of illness years ago was."

"Alright, alright, I know," the complainer waved his hand, then sighed. "Well, after all, that's..."

“A member of the Shangqing Sect.”

　I finally finished writing it, winding my way through the iron fist of the censors. It wasn't easy. Tomorrow I'll be starting a new script; I pray there won't be any more censorship.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)