I've become Erlang Shen, only now I'm mysteriously resurrected.

Chapter 5: Strange! Very strange! The powerlessness of mortals

The school bell had rung long ago, and the classroom of Senior Three (4) was mostly empty, with only a few students buried in their work. The rustling sound of pens scratching across the test papers mingled with the gradually setting sun outside the window, filling the air.

Su Nan sat in the chair, her fingertips hovering over the notebook on the table.

This notebook belongs to Chu Yahan. The corners are carefully covered with a book cover without a single crease. When you open the inner pages, you see neat and beautiful handwriting. Every stroke is written with great care. Mathematical formulas, problem-solving steps, and common mistakes are clearly marked!

It's true, girls' things are just different, especially pretty girls' things.

Compared to us guys, it's obvious at a glance that they look neat, clean, and pleasing to the eye.

Most boys' drawings are just scribbles and doodles, like various plasters pieced together, which looks like a pile of garbage.

Su Nan closed her notebook, stuffed it into her bag, and stood up.

The table legs scraped across the floor, making a slight sound.

He walked out of the classroom with his schoolbag on his back, through the empty corridor, and heard the sounds of younger students playing and laughing in the stairwell, their youthful exuberance palpable.

It's as if we're in two different worlds, separated by the mysterious resurgence of calamities and the eerie chaos that's about to occur again.

Stepping out of the teaching building, Su Nan found Chu Yahan's contact information. His fingertip hovered over the dial button for a moment, then he finally pressed it.

The receiver emitted a beeping tone, indicating a waiting period.

One sound, two sounds, three sounds...

The call rang for a long time before it was finally answered.

"..." There was no sound on the other end, only heavy, hoarse, tired breathing, with a strong smell of tobacco that could be smelled even through the receiver.

Yes, that deep voice doesn't belong to Chu Yahan.

"Mr. Chu? I'm Chu Yahan's classmate. He didn't come to class today."

Su Nan spoke first, her voice steady.

"Yes, he's sick and has taken leave."

The person on the other end of the phone paused, their voice terribly hoarse, as if they hadn't had water in a long time. Their tone was indifferent, clearly perfunctory, and tinged with barely suppressed impatience.

Clearly, he had no interest in chatting with a complete stranger.

Right now,

Su Nan leaned against a tree trunk, watched the traffic pass by, pondered for a moment, and then continued, "I'm afraid your daughter's illness isn't as simple as it seems."

Perhaps I can cure your daughter's illness; not only that, I can even completely solve the problems you will face.

As Su Nan finished speaking, there was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a very soft sneer, filled with undisguised disdain.

He knows his family situation very well, otherwise the police wouldn't have come to his door and put up a cordon.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have lost interest in continuing the conversation, and simply said, "Little friend, you should focus on your studies."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Su Nan could say anything more, the call was abruptly ended, and a busy tone came from the receiver.

"Well, I'm definitely being treated like a scammer now."

Su Nan took the phone away from his ear, stared at the black screen, and gave a wry smile, looking utterly speechless.

If it weren't for the source energy, or if I wanted to test whether experience points could only be gained by defeating monsters,

Otherwise, he wouldn't bother with such a trivial matter.

When the mysterious full recovery takes place on June 7th, let alone the richest man in Jiangcheng, even the wealthiest and most powerful person will be nothing more than a slightly fatter lump of meat in front of those man-eating ghost realms.

But now Su Nan needs energy, needs to familiarize himself with the use of the ancient Heavenly Eye, and urgently hopes to accumulate enough strength before the apocalypse truly arrives.

So, he still has to go to Chu Yahan's house.

Words,

at the same time,

In the affluent area of ​​Jiangcheng, in a top-tier detached villa, the atmosphere was as oppressive as if it were frozen.

Chu Yingxiong sat on the leather sofa in the living room and threw his phone hard on the marble table in front of him. The phone hit the ashtray full of cigarette butts with a loud bang.

He hadn't slept a wink all night. His custom-made suit was wrinkled beyond recognition, his shirt collar was ripped open, his tie was askew, and his hair was a mess. In particular, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was a stubble of stubble on his chin. He was nowhere to be seen as the dashing richest man in Jiangcheng.

The central air conditioning in the villa was set to 28 degrees Celsius, but the living room was still freezing cold. The servants, dressed in thick clothes, stood in the corner, barely daring to breathe, and even walking on tiptoe, afraid of making the slightest sound and drawing the brow of this business tycoon.

"..." Chu Yingxiong leaned back on the sofa, pinching his brow with his fingertips, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes.

That phone call just now.

A high school student who hasn't even grown all his hair yet, openly says he can solve his family's problems.

Haha, he's been through a lot in his life, step by step, to become the richest man in Jiangcheng. He's seen more than most people have eaten rice. What else could this phone call be but a scam?

If it weren't for the fact that the voice sounded like a child's, and that the child was his daughter's classmate, he would have already had someone find out the address and taught the ignorant little brat on the other end of the phone what cunning means.

"Huff huff"

Chu Yingxiong raised his head and let out a long, heavy breath. He looked at the group of monks standing across the living room.

Leading the group was the abbot of Jing'an Temple, dressed in a kasaya embroidered with gold thread, with a white beard hanging down his chest, looking like a Taoist immortal.

At this moment, however, the old abbot's hand holding the prayer beads was not calm; if one looked closely, one could see that it was trembling slightly!

"Master, please, you must save my daughter. If you can save Ya Han, I will immediately donate five million to Jing'an Temple, no, ten million, and also donate a whole gold Buddha statue to the temple, which I will worship for life."

Chu Yingxiong took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart after the phone call, got up and walked over, bowed slightly to the old abbot, his posture very humble, and spoke earnestly.

He built his fortune from scratch, going from nothing to a net worth of billions. What storms hasn't he weathered? What tough challenges hasn't he overcome?

But faced with his daughter's current state, he was completely helpless, and all his pride and confidence shattered.

Over the years, he has donated a lot to Jing'an Temple, and the incense money during festivals has never stopped. He also paid half of the money for the renovation of the temple's main hall.

Now that his daughter is in trouble, Chu Yingxiong immediately invited this old abbot over, as this is the only thing he can rely on.

"Rest assured, Benefactor Chu, this old monk will do his utmost to expel the evil spirits and protect your daughter."

The abbot quickly helped Chu Yingxiong up, saying repeatedly.

His words were eloquent and resounding, but his heart was filled with bitterness, as if he had swallowed a bitter herb.

I have been a monk for forty years, and I have performed at least eight hundred or a thousand different kinds of rituals, such as consecration ceremonies and blessing ceremonies for dignitaries. I have seen it all.

But he had never encountered anything so strange before.

He came here last night with three apprentices. As soon as they pushed open the door to the second-floor room, one of them was so frightened that he is now lying in the hospital.

If it weren't for the fact that Chu Yingxiong offered so much money that he couldn't refuse, he would never have stepped into that doorway again, let alone perform any exorcism or demon-suppressing rituals. He knew his own limitations better than anyone else.

Now we have no choice but to try anything, even if it seems hopeless.

After all, Chu Yingxiong's daughter was now being held in place by security, so she probably wouldn't encounter the same situation as last night.