Cannon Fodder 08

Zhao Manqi stayed downstairs, wearing a mask and a baseball cap, sitting nervously by the roadside, waiting.

The police shouldn't suspect me, right? Definitely not.

Meanwhile, Shen Yan had already found the exact floor.

Different from the original plot, he no longer had his lair now, and his power had weakened considerably. He could only use the method of giving this girl nightmares to scare her a bit, and then just tell Zhao Manqi the problem was solved.

Shen Yan made up his mind.

Taking advantage of the girl being asleep, Shen Yan walked to her bedside, looking down at the sleeping girl with a sinister expression.

Blame your own bad luck. Of all people to offend, you had to provoke that crazy woman.

He smoothly entered the girl's dream, but as soon as he arrived, Shen Yan was a bit stunned. The surroundings looked very familiar.

"This is... my school?" He remembered. This was where his dream began.

He couldn't help but touch the wall as he walked forward. Why would this girl dream of his school? Had she been there? No, if she had, he should have known.

The sound of a lecture caught his attention. Shen Yan quickened his pace, walked to the door, and pushed it open.

"This divination technique actually has some scientific basis. It incorporates psychology..."

Shen Yan froze. This classroom was indeed his own classroom! But the person standing at the lectern... looked very familiar.

He looked toward the seats below the lectern. That girl was sitting there with a pen in hand, looking at him with a face full of shock.

"You..." Shen Yan just opened his mouth when he realized the problem.

"Do you believe it now?" Fang Zhiyi smiled, staring at the girl. The girl nodded repeatedly, her gaze toward Shen Yan filled with curiosity and also some fear.

"Beat him up!" Fang Zhiyi slapped the table.

Only then did Shen Yan notice that the other seats in the classroom were occupied by a bunch of faces he didn't recognize. Upon hearing Fang Zhiyi's command, they all rushed at him in a swarm.

Downstairs, the anxious Zhao Manqi paced back and forth. She didn't know how far Shen Yan had gotten. It would be great to see that woman begging for mercy with her own eyes. No, no, better not see it. Must not get involved at all.

Just as she was thinking this, she heard a howl of pain coming from above, followed by Shen Yan's desperate cry: "Run!"

Zhao Manqi didn't understand what was happening, but already anxious, she immediately took off running.

Little did she know her suspicious behavior had long attracted the attention of the security guards. Seeing her suddenly run, the guards immediately gave chase.

Chasing and shouting: "Stop!"

Who wouldn't think there was a problem with someone hiding their face, loitering around a residential building late at night? Let alone someone who suddenly takes off running!

The more the guards shouted, the faster Zhao Manqi ran.

In the end, she was still caught. Two security guards, one patrol officer, and three late-returning workers all piled on top of her. Zhao Manqi felt her nose make a fierce, intimate contact with the ground once. It seemed crooked.

By the time she got out of the police station, it was already morning.

"Don't loiter around under other people's buildings dressed so strangely in the future!"

Based on the guards' description and the on-site surveillance footage, they really hadn't done anything wrong. When Zhao Manqi tried to demand compensation, one guard said, "I was just following procedure. Who knows if you were casing the place? Your behavior borders on creating a disturbance!"

Zhao Manqi wanted to retort, but suddenly a prisoner being escorted past saw her face.

"Oh? Isn't that Zhao Manqi? Actually ended up at the police station?"

"Keep moving! Less talk!"

"Officer, let me tell you, this woman is a real piece of work..."

Zhao Manqi wished she could bury her face in the ground. She gave up on the compensation, put on her mask, and hurried away.

"No wonder she wears a mask. An internet celebrity?" a guard wondered, watching her retreating figure.

Back home, Zhao Manqi vented her anger on Shen Yan, blaming him not only for boasting but also for getting her into trouble.

Shen Yan was also annoyed. Who knew that fierce ghost would be lying in wait for him in someone else's dream? Where's the logic in that? And Zhao Manqi, aren't you the author of your own misfortune? Your reputation was already bad, how can you blame me now?

After their long time together, Zhao Manqi had long lost her fear of him. Now she could be said to be going all out, especially after discovering her nose really was crooked. She was almost driven mad with anger.

Shen Yan finally couldn't hold back either and started sniping back sarcastically.

By the end of the argument, Zhao Manqi pointed at the door: "Get out! I don't need you!"

"Fine, I'll go!" Shen Yan said.

The two of them looked exactly like a quarreling young couple.

But after a while, seeing Shen Yan suddenly appear in front of her again, Zhao Manqi was speechless.

“Sure enough, whether they're alive or dead, men are all hypocritical. Weren't you tough? Why are you back?”

Shen Yan gritted his teeth: "If it weren't for you, you idiot, spilling blood on that talisman! I would have been long gone!"

"Who are you calling an idiot, you loser!"

Shen Yan had had enough. He wanted to teach this woman a lesson. But Zhao Manqi, with her naturally excellent aptitude, had already learned a lot over these past days. When Shen Yan tried to slap her, she drew a talisman on her hand and slapped him back.

A human and a ghost began a great battle. The result was mutual defeat; neither could gain the upper hand. They could only glare at each other, panting heavily.

Meanwhile, in a dark corner of Yuying Middle School, Fang Zhiyi was also in a sorry state, covering his head and running around everywhere.

"Sure enough, when your cultivation gets high enough, you attract heavenly tribulation," a ghost with its tongue hanging out watched Fang Zhiyi running around.

"Shh, if he hears you, you're in for it," another ghost quickly stopped him from continuing.

"If he survives this, does he become an immortal?" a ghost asked, face full of envy.

The ghosts all shook their heads.

No one had ever seen a ghost being chased and struck by lightning, let alone heard of a ghost becoming an immortal.

They hadn't even seen an immortal themselves.

"What's the meaning of this?" Fang Zhiyi cursed under his breath. Seeing he couldn't dodge it, he prepared to take the hit head-on. Fortunately, Little Hei returned just in time and helped block the strike.

“Because of you, the male and female leads are now in a competition. Letting it strike you once isn't unreasonable,” Little Hei said, somewhat wanting to laugh.

"Explain in detail. Damn it!" Fang Zhiyi did another roll, dodging another bolt of lightning.

"Because of your interference, you've severely altered the female lead's trajectory and also made the male and female lead meet much earlier," Little Hei followed beside him, pointing at the sky. "This guy up there has no thoughts; it just follows established rules to bind the male and female leads together. Now they can't even separate, yet they despise each other. Back and forth, they started arguing, and arguing turned into fighting."

"So lively! Holy sh--!"

A bolt of lightning struck Fang Zhiyi right on the head.

All the ghosts stretched their necks—literally stretched their necks.

From the dust, Fang Zhiyi crawled out, spitting and making a "pah pah" sound.

The ghosts hesitated for a moment, confirming the lightning had stopped, then quickly crowded around.

"Big brother, quick, let us see if you've evolved."

"An immortal! An immortal!"

Fang Zhiyi looked at these guys: "Are you all crazy?"