Chapter 385 Just you wait, I'll kill you after they leave!

The stick struck Shen Qingrong's back three times, and he knelt down three times in response.

And all of this happened in about half a minute.

Shen Qingrong was in so much pain that she could no longer make a sound.

He could only lie face down on the ground, gasping for breath with his mouth open.

The guards who were watching him ran over when they heard the noise. When they opened the small opening in the big iron gate to look inside, they could only see Shen Qingrong sitting on the squat toilet, waving his arms and legs and howling like a madman.

"What are you howling about?!" the person who ran over asked unhappily.

Shen Qingrong's eyes widened in horror.

In just three seconds, his body seemed to be controlled by something, not only flipping him over on the ground but also restraining his hands and feet, preventing him from moving on his own.

When he finally saw someone coming, he quickly called for help, but he couldn't open his mouth. He could only blink his eyes frantically and make facial expressions to ask for help.

But to onlookers, these distorted facial expressions looked like they were crazy.

The stick that had just hit him was now hidden behind the iron gate.

Also because of Shen Qingrong's obvious act of tattling, the big end of the stick tapped him twice, as if to say: Just you wait, I'll beat you to death when he leaves!

Shen Qingrong felt that she must be going crazy.

Otherwise, how could he have encountered such a terrible thing?

He stared at the stick in utter terror.

By the time the guard brought the key and went inside to check, the stick had already slipped out of Shen Qingrong's eyes and floated away through the vent.

Of course, the stick remembered to clean up its mess by closing the little window it had opened.

The guard came in, glanced around, and saw that Shen Qingrong was able to sit back on the bed by herself. Apart from looking a little pale, he didn't see anything wrong, so he left.

But as soon as the others left, the stick silently floated in again, and then an invisible force pulled Shen Qingrong back into the toilet, where he was brutally beaten.

This time, Shen Qingrong couldn't even utter a cry of pain.

He could only lie face down on the ground, writhing in agony like a maggot.

Injuries from being hit with a stick are unlike other injuries; even bruises don't show up so quickly.

So the guards were furious when they saw Shen Qingrong writhing like a madman, and dutifully ran in to check on him three times. They found that every time they came in, he would get up, 'walk' back to the bedside, sit down, and make a contorted expression at them.

He was provoking them.

Just like the story of the boy who cried wolf, even if Shen Qingrong lay on the bed or on the floor, twisting and turning like a pretzel, no one cared about him anymore.

Later, it was confirmed that the guards would not come in.

They started hitting him with the stick.

They beat Shen Qingrong until he lay on the ground, exhaling more than he inhaled, his breathing becoming very weak.

Because of her cultivation, Qiao Qiao knew which parts of the human body were the most painful to hit but could not be killed. So, although Shen Qingrong's bones were not broken after the beating, it was enough to keep him in bed for a month or two.

After thoroughly beating the man and knocking him unconscious, the stick was then tapped with a hint of regret on Shen Qingrong's chest.

It's as if it's saying: It's a pity we can't just take the heart out.

After knocking the person unconscious, the stick floated out of the exhaust vent, and then, with a touch of politeness, it closed the small window of the exhaust vent that it had poked open before floating back to the car.

"..." Di Zixuan.

Sitting in the driver's seat.

As he watched the stick float back and forth in front of him, going back and forth three times, his worldview completely collapsed.

I'm currently in a phase of questioning the meaning of life.

He kept swallowing.

He was still muttering to himself.

The stick was hovering in mid-air, waiting for someone to open the back door for it. It seemed to have noticed Di Zixuan's abnormality and curiously came closer.

As you get closer, you can hear Di Zixuan muttering something.

Di Zixuan kept repeating: "Prosperity and democracy, down with all monsters and demons! Prosperity and democracy, down with all monsters and demons!"

"..." The source of the stick.

You're the monster! Your whole family are monsters!

Xiao Yuan angrily banged the stick against the passenger-side window.

Di Zixuan closed his eyes, trying to hypnotize himself, saying, "I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything." But when he couldn't help but peek out through the gaps between his fingers covering his eyes, he saw the stick whistling towards him.

Startled, he immediately covered his head.

But the only response he received was a "thud" as the stick landed on the passenger seat next to him.

Xiao Yuan returned to Qiao Qiao's forehead, continuing to obediently act as a hair clip accessory.

When the expected pain did not come, Di Zixuan opened his eyes.

I found that the stick was now obediently lying on the seat.

"???" Di Zixuan.

Di Zixuan couldn't resist poking the stick with his hand.

But the stick didn't react at all.

Di Zixuan patted his chest and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

On the way back, Di Zixuan remained quiet.

His quietness was somewhat unlike his usual lively personality.

Before Shen Qingyan got out of the car carrying the already asleep Qiao Qiao, she went straight to the point and asked him, "Is there anything you want to ask?"

Di Zixuan thought for a moment.

There is indeed a problem.

He asked Shen Qingyan, "Commander, we're not a special forces unit, we're actually a special investigation team for civilian paranormal events, right?"

"Are you an alien?"

Di Zixuan's question was not without reason.

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