From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

Can we pause Chapter 97 for a moment?

"You go first!"

"Then I'll go first."

"Okay, you go first!"

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"Let me speak first."

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After a strange, synchronized tug-of-war, Xiao Miao broke the deadlock by taking out a large pile of ledgers and evidence from his backpack and placing them on the table.

"This is..

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Ma Bangde was slightly stunned, subconsciously thinking that Xiao Miao had taken out a Taoist secret manual.

"The Taoist priest wouldn't want to take me as his disciple, would he? At my age, is it still possible for me to cultivate Taoism?"

The thought flashed through Ma Bangde's mind but was quickly dismissed, because he saw the word "account book" written on a small booklet. The Taoist priest had just come out of the Huang residence, and his men said that gunshots had been fired at the Huang residence.

Could it be that...?

An unbelievable thought arose in Ma Bangde's mind, and his gaze toward Xiao Miao became increasingly horrified.

I thought it was some kind of supernatural or mystical Taoist magic, but it can actually achieve this?!

"County Magistrate, these are all records of the Huang family's transportation of opium, guns, and human trafficking over the years. There are account books and evidence of bribing officers. I'm handing all of these over to you." Xiao Miao pushed the items in front of Ma Bangde.

Ma Bangde gasped, picked up an account book and flipped through it, finding the names of nearby garrison commanders prominently listed.

He slammed the ledger shut and bowed to Xiao Miao, saying, "This matter is extremely complicated. Does the Daoist Master really trust me so much?"

Xiao Miao leaned back strategically, crossed his legs, and said, "I'm good at judging people. County Chief Ma—no, I should call you County Chief Zhang—from the first moment I saw you, I knew you were destined for great things!"

"allow!"

Ma Bangde... or rather, Zhang Mazi Zhang Muzhi slammed his fist on the table: "Daoist Master, you are indeed incredibly powerful, your self-illumination is like a torch, and your judgment of people is truly accurate!"

"When I was in my mother's womb, a fortune teller pointed to my mother's belly and said, 'This child will definitely do great things in the future!' I didn't believe it before, but now I completely believe it!"

Zhang Muzhi placed his hands on the mountain of account books and evidence piled up in front of him: "Rest assured, Daoist Master, I will make good use of these things and accomplish something great!"

Xiao Miao solemnly reminded him: "Cutting off someone's source of income is like killing their parents. County Magistrate Zhang should think this through carefully."

Zhang Muzhi waved his hand and said, "To be afraid of one's own life when doing great things is not the mark of a hero. I dare not call myself a hero, but I am certainly not a coward. I am determined to fight them."

Xiao Miao knew Zhang Muzhi would say that, and nodded in agreement. He then revealed more information: "You can't do big things without money. You can handle Master Huang's assets, and also the county government offices here..."

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He pointed his finger to the ground: "I've done some calculations, and there's a sum of money hidden under the main hall of the county government office. County magistrate, remember to dig it up."

"Is that so?" Zhang Mu was taken aback. He had stayed at the county government office for several days and had not found any clues. He was truly unaware that he was sitting in a treasure trove.

Zhang Muzhi glanced at Xiao Miao's dark blue Taoist robe, then cupped his hands and said, "Taoist Master travels far and wide, and cannot do without money to support the county government. Why don't you take it as travel expenses?"

Xiao Miao shook his head and chuckled: "That's a full eight hundred thousand. I can't take it and I don't want to, and besides..."

He pulled out a stack of silver notes from his pocket: "Defeating Huang Silang is equivalent to eliminating a great demon. I have already taken my reward."

A stack of silver notes, each with a face value of one thousand taels, totaled 15 taels, equivalent to 21 silver dollars. In terms of purchasing power, this was equivalent to about 6000 million RMB in 26 years.

This amount of money is but a drop in the ocean compared to the vast wealth of the Huang family.

Zhang Muzhi was aware of this as well, and upon seeing this, he immediately stood up and cupped his hands in greeting: "Daoist Master, you're so damn righteous!"

"What about County Magistrate Zhang's surprise?"

Zhang Muzhi immediately took out a map from his pocket and spread it out in front of Xiao Miao: "Taoist Master, please take a look. The Taoist Master Qian Kai you are looking for is in Goose City. His Taoist temple is here."

A circle was drawn on the map, clearly indicating the location of Qian Kai.

Xiao Miao accepted the map, stood up to take his leave, and Zhang Muzhi naturally tried his best to persuade him to stay: "Daoist, please have a meal. It's not too late to leave after you've eaten."

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"No, I just ate!" Xiao Miao waved his hand, and his figure disappeared from Zhang Muzhi and Liu Zi's sight.

"Father, I also want to be a Taoist priest." Liu Zi murmured, looking in the direction Xiao Miao had left.

Seeing that Xiao Miao was incredibly capable and had accomplished in the blink of an eye what his father had struggled to achieve for so long, he felt a sense of longing.

"What kind of Taoist priest are you? If you were truly destined for that, you would already be a Taoist priest." Zhang Muzhi slapped Liu Zi on the head.

Master Qian's Taoist temple was on the other side of Goose City, not close to the county government office. Xiao Miao hailed a rickshaw by the roadside.

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The seats had no foam or soft padding, which would hurt your bottom if you sat for a long time. There was also no spring shock absorption system, making the riding experience very bad. Fortunately, Xiao Miao was physically strong enough that some bumps were not too uncomfortable for him.

First, go to the bank to exchange some small denomination banknotes and loose change, then take a bus to your destination.

Standing on one side of the street, Xiao Miao finally understood why Zhang Muzhi had said "Taoist temple" instead of "Taoist monastery".

He had initially thought it was a slip of the tongue by Zhang Muzhi due to his lack of understanding of the Taoist system, but now it seemed that the other person's description was quite accurate.

Because Master Qian's temple was just a rather shabby-looking two-story shop.

The dilapidated plaque looked older than Xiao Miao, and it bore the four large characters "Maoshan Authentic Lineage".

This size can only be called a pavilion. If you want to call it a Taoist temple, it should at least be the size of a palace, with the main building, side rooms, and clean rooms arranged in a Bagua (Eight Trigrams) formation, which is in line with the meaning of the scriptures.

However, as Liu Yuxi wrote in his "Inscription on My Humble Abode," simple conditions do not mean emptiness inside. Master Qian was a genuine successor of Maoshan, and the small Taoist temple enshrined a true immortal.

Moreover, this is a house in the city, or a street-side shop, and the price isn't cheap.

Xiao Miao knocked on the door, and the door was opened a crack. An eye peered out from inside, and upon seeing Xiao Miao's face, the pupil suddenly contracted, and the eye hurriedly tried to close the door.

Xiao Miao reacted quickly, bracing the door open, inserting one foot into the gap, and then pushing forward with his knee, causing the door to open with a bang.

The person behind the door was caught off guard by Xiao Miao's strength and was pushed to the ground.

"Hey, it's you!"

Xiao Miao was stunned when he saw the face of the person inside the door. It was none other than the green-haired turtle husband of the beautiful corpse Xiao Ying.

The pieces of information instantly connected, and Xiao Miao narrowed his eyes, a white line flashing through his mind.

The scheming frog kept touching my stomach. The truth is that Master Qian, the green-haired turtle, and the beautiful corpse Xiaoying are in cahoots!

His gaze swept around the lobby, and he saw a staircase leading upwards. A guess came to mind, and he quickly walked up the stairs.

"No, don't go! Please..." The young man hurriedly tried to stop him, but with his thin arms and legs, he couldn't hold Xiao Miao back at all.

The door to the room at the top of the stairs was tightly closed, with a horizontal bolt inside. There was a vertical crack on the side of the door, through which one could clearly see the scene inside the room.

Two fleshy worms were intertwined.

The soft, seductive music emanated from the room, and the young man behind Xiao Miao blushed, remaining silent.

Xiao Miao grinned mischievously, then suddenly raised his hand and slammed the door shut: "Master Qian, could you please stop for a moment? I need to talk to you."

Master Qian & Xiaoying: "!!!"

After the rustling sound of clothes being put on, the door opened from the inside, and Master Qian walked out of the room with a dark face.

There was no need to pause; he was already scared enough to finish.

He was trying to find the villain who was disturbing his efforts to improve his daughter-in-law's cultivation when he saw Xiao Miao standing at the door on the first floor, with one foot inside and the other outside.

Master Qian:

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He took a deep breath and gave a forced smile: "It seems I have a deep connection with you, fellow Daoist."