chinese中国人护士

It was nightfall.

The huge city was silent except for a few lampposts giving off a warm orange glow.

In a guest room of a hotel, a window remained lit.

"Hmph... such detailed carvings... and such an invigorating fragrance..."

Thomas caressed the Aquilaria Maitreya in his hands and commented. "Chinese Country... such a magical place. I believe prophet will be extremely interested in this place..."

After admiring it for a long while, he finally kept the wooden figurine in his safe before taking out another ceramic bottle. "This incense as well... Night, do you have any explanation for what had happened today?"

"Very sorry, Mister, I was only thinking of securing the best price for you!"

Night took a deep bow and bent over 90 degrees.

"You do know... I hate it when my subordinates take their own initiatives. Make sure this is the last time it’ll ever happen!"

Thomas rubbed his forehead. "Now... get out! I want to sleep!"

"Yes, Mister. Good night and sweet dreams!"

Night took another bow and took her leave.

Seeing her leaving the room, Thomas frowned. He initially requested a Chinese translator. What was the company thinking to send such a person? If not for her pretty face, he would have fired her on the spot.

"Stupid white person! How dare he order me around!"

After returning to her own room, Night’s voice suddenly sounded ferocious. Her forehead became black and there was a red glow in her eyes. "It’s a magical equipment! That Aquilaria Maitreya must be a magical equipment! It is mine! Mine!"

As she exclaimed, her voice became hoarse as though she was an entirely different person. It was an eerie sight which would shock anyone who witnessed it.

"Hehe... and that despicable Chinese as well. How dare he offend me, a Yin Yang Master with noble blood! I will personally ensure his death!"

Night snickered eerily and retrieved a black leather box from the closet.

The leather box was locked. Unlocking it revealed many mysterious looking talismans and bottles, as well as a black-coloured notebook.

Night caressed her white fingers across the objects in the box and finally took a purple bottle with a long neck. Opening it released a stench of bloody smell with a blend of mysterious fragrance.

"Hehe..."

Night’s original pale face was now flushed red with excitement. She took a purple brush, dipped the blood-red ink from the bottle and started to draw a pentagon-shaped array on the clipboard.

"Sh*t... The disturbance in this world is too strong!"

As she drew, there were a few times where the pen came to a halt. With a depressed look, she had to take out her knife and slice a wound on her arm every time that happened, dripping fresh blood on the paper.

It was a weird thing for every time she dripped her fresh blood, her pen would move again and with much difficulty, she finally finished her final stroke.

"As Little Night of the Plains, I am calling for the spiritual body which lies between hell and reality... Come out, my God!"

Little Night of the Plains placed her palms together and the light in her room dimmed.

On the ground, a Pentagon Array emitted a soft purple glow. On each of its five corners, there was a ball of white fire burning.

"Whooo! Whooo..."

A sinister wind blew across and there was a faint cry in the wind.

...

In Thomas’s room.

As the night breeze blew, an agile black silhouette climbed to his window. Unknowingly, it managed to open the window.

Like a nimble black cat, the silhouette’s glaring eyes started to examine the room. "How did grandmaster’s treasure end up in the hands of a foreigner... It’s a pity that I’ve led my life honourably but now, I have to resort to being a thief... Eh?"

With his senses, he managed to find the safe. Looking at the passcode lock, he was puzzled.

"Who’s that?"

With a chilling vibe, the old daoist leapt away from the safe and froze. He could see the door to the bedroom slowly opening.

"Thomas... no, he’s being possessed!"

Thomas was in a weird state as though he was half-awake and half-asleep. He had a scary expression and it was as though he was dream walking.

Walking towards the safe, Thomas was oblivious to the surroundings. He entered the passcode and with a ’kacha’, the locked safe which troubled the daoist was unlocked.

A hint of fragrance filled the room as the Aquilaria Maitreya appeared. Wads of cash were stuffed around the figure in a neat fashion.

"As a daoist, I am not after riches. I shall just take the magical equipment!"

The old daoist stretched out his hands and with that, the Aquilaria Maitreya landed in his palms.

"Aw! Aw!"

Seeing this, Thomas’s eyes started to glow green. He leapt towards the old daoist as though he was a crazed corpse.

"Hmph! Such a small manipulative spell... how dare you show off in front of me!"

Without a second thought, the old daoist took out a yellow talisman and pasted it on Thomas’s forehead.

"Bang!"

With a yellow glow, the foreigner stood there motionless as a grey fog was forced out of his head.

"Boss!"

All the commotion in the room finally attracted the attention of the bodyguards outside. After a few knocks, two big-sized bodyguards barged in. "Who the hell are you!"

"The older I get, the more unlucky I become! Run!"

The old daoist made his move.

Through the old daoist’s spiritual eye, the grey fog started to come together, forming an illusionary shadow which leapt at him.

Such an Earthbinding Spirit would be filled with emotions and aggression to seek vengeance.

Now, it was being summoned out. Since it was within the vicinity of where Thomas died, it still had supernatural powers and was almost indestructible. Even if it was injured, it could recover quickly.

Alas, the old daoist was still too slow. As the Earthbinding Spirit leapt on him, he could feel a chill all over his body and could no longer move.

"How dare you attack boss! Call for backup!"

The two bodyguards leapt forward and used the most basic martial arts to pin the daoist on the ground. "Jobson, I’ve got him!"

’I’ve been fighting against these lowly-skilled people for over 30 years and yet, I am caught by one of them today!’

The old daoist was helpless as the other bodyguard shouted and went to look for the switch to on the lights.

The thought of being sent to jail as a thief and a trespasser made the daoist even consider the option of death.

"Chila!"

At this point in time, the lights flooded the room before blowing out, throwing the entire room into darkness.

"What’s happening!"

"It’s a power trip!"

"Oh, sh*t!"

"Call the cops and look for torchlights!"

...

The entire hotel was in chaos. Very quickly, a few torchlights were shining, illuminating the room.

"Hmm? What’s happening?"

In the other room, Little Night of the Plains shuddered. A hemp rope in her hands started to burn without reason, signalling that there was an incoming danger.

"Wuu! Wuuu!"

A white fox with bloodshot eyes appeared.

"Is someone intruding my array?"

Little Night squinted her eyes. "If it isn’t that daoist, who else could it be?!"

"Whoosh!"

In the darkness, there were a few sliver flashes.

"Wuu! Wuuuuu!"

The white fox exclaimed and its spiritual body was shaken.

"Who are you exactly?"

Little Night quickly retreated. In the corner of her eye, she could see a black silhouette approaching. There were cracking noises coming from the silhouette’s body and as it struck a fist towards Little Night, there was a frightening roar of a lion and a tiger.

"A highly-skilled martial artist?"

She nimbly dodged the fist and struck her leg covered in poison silently.

"Bang!"

Unfortunately for her, the black silhouette was prepared. With its left palm, it sliced downwards.

"Kacha!"

The distinct sound of bone fracture was heard and Little Night turned pale and fell to the ground. "Strength Opening?"

"Bang!"

With that, another fist slammed into her face and her nose started to bleed. She fainted in that instant.

"Buy one get one free! With an Aquilaria Maitreya, I have attracted a Yin Yang Master and another daoist. It’s a good deal!"

Fang Yuan smiled and kept his silver needles. Rummaging through the leather box, he became irritated. "There is indeed nothing good here. The only thing valuable might be the notebook which I can take some reference from!"

Without hesitation, he took the notebook and scrubbed the Pentagon Array with his shoe.

In the other room.

The Earthbinding Spirit started to lose its power and slowly disappeared.

The old daoist exclaimed and golden rays came out of his eyes. At that moment, the bodyguard felt that he was no longer pinning down a person, but a few bulls!

"Bang!"

With a humongous force, the bodyguard flew out. In a flash, the old daoist quickly escaped through the window and disappeared on the streets.

Of course, the chaos in the hotel was none of Fang Yuan’s and his business.

"Alright... you’ve stalked me for quite a while. How about you show me who you are!"

The old daoist weaved in and out on the streets and finally entered a park before stopping by a brightly-lit lakeside.

"Who would’ve thought... that I would encounter another cultivator in the city. And that the cultivator had robbed a hotel! Hehe..."

Fang Yuan walked out of the shadows. His young looks shocked the daoist.

At this point in time, the daoist’s appearance was also revealed under the moonlight.

He had handsome facial features, a tall nose and distinct eyebrows. With small lips and a black-framed glasses, he seemed scholarly.

No matter how Fang Yuan looked, the daoist could only remind him of the lecturer which taught political science in the university and looked nothing like a daoist.

"I am Guo Jing. Thank you for your assistance!"

Guo Jing gave an ancient greeting.

Of course, if not for his shattered glasses and his swollen nose, he would still resemble a highly-skilled cultivator.

"You’re welcome! I am Fang Yuan..."

Fang Yuan waved his hands. "The Aquilaria Maitreya in your hands was bought from my shop..."

"What?"

As soon as he heard Fang Yuan, Guo Jing’s mouth was gaping. With an embarrassing smile, he continued. "I see, I have been reckless. Sigh... Little Master, why did you sell this to the foreigner?"

Would Fang Yuan say that he had sold it to bait Guo Jing?

Fang Yuan rolled his eyes and sounded unjust. "I don’t have enough money!!"

It was a strong reason and there was no reason why Guo Jing should doubt him, making Guo Jing speechless.