Chapter 55: Believe It or Not, I'll Go on Strike

Bai Qianzhou did not open Pei Hexuan and the others' spiritual sight, so they had no idea who she was talking to and could only watch her perform a series of bizarre actions.

"Alright." Having finished everything, Bai Qianzhou looked over at Pei Hexuan and the others, and only then did they walk over.

"Is it all done now?" Pei Yanlin asked timidly.

"Yes. Just have someone find a place to bury these remains. As for the house, do not let anyone live in it for the time being. Have someone open all the curtains and air it out for a couple of days to dissipate the yin energy and resentment inside."

"Alright, I'll arrange for people to handle this right away." Pei Hexuan nodded.

"Make sure to find responsible people. These remains cannot be treated carelessly, and those debris and fragments can be disposed of as well."

Bai Qianzhou instructed Pei Hexuan earnestly. Pei Hexuan nodded to show he understood and walked away with his phone to make a call.

"Then what should we do with these pits? Just fill them in casually?" Pei Yanhui stood in front of a pit, peering inside. The pit was quite deep; whoever had dug it and buried things must have had a lot of patience.

Pei Yanxing followed behind Pei Yanhui, mimicking his actions to look into the pit.

"Why don't we plant a few peach trees? You can enjoy the blossoms in the spring, find shade in the summer, and eat peaches in the autumn," Bai Qianzhou suggested indifferently. Bai Lu and Pei Yanlin exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

Just as Bai Qianzhou said, once the courtyard was safe for people to enter, they would have peach trees planted.

Meanwhile, in the gloomy basement of a luxury villa, the dim candlelight flickered unsteadily. On the sacrificial altar in the center, several candles stood quietly until, without warning, they all went out simultaneously.

The middle-aged man sitting in the center of the array in the room was dressed in black Daoist robes, his expression grave, his eyes half-closed. Suddenly, with a sound like "pu," a stream of bright red blood spewed out like a fountain, staining his wide Daoist robes, and his body slumped weakly to the ground.

In an instant, several new wrinkles appeared on his face, and the temples of his previously raven-black hair turned completely white.

In a room at a luxurious hotel, under the warm lighting, an enchanting beauty was entangled in intimacy with a man.

The man, who had been completely immersed, suddenly wore an expression of discomfort. It felt as if his body had been violently gripped by an invisible giant hand, and he crashed down heavily.

The beauty froze for a moment, then nudged him with her soft hand, but he gave no response. Her heart tightened, and she whipped her head around to look at him, only to find his face as pale as a corpse's. Instantly engulfed by terror, she let out a piercing scream.

Back at the Pei family estate, a low rumble of thunder echoed overhead, resembling the roar of a giant beast and sending a shock through everyone's hearts.

The group looked up in bewilderment. Despite the clear skies, dark storm clouds seemed to gather in a split second, stirring an uneasy feeling in their chests.

"You've got to be kidding me?" Bai Qianzhou froze for a moment, her gaze locked onto the pitch-black thunderclouds as a trace of unease welled up in her heart.

"You damn bastard, doing this again! What deep grievance is between us that you have to target me like this? When you strike others, it's weaker than a firewood stick, but why is the lightning striking me thicker than a water bucket? Can this fragile little body of mine take such abuse? Believe it or not, I'll just go on strike!"

Bai Qianzhou shouted as she ran. The moment her voice fell, the heavenly lightning chasing after her in the sky paused in silence for a fraction of a second.

What this girl said actually made a bit of sense. If she went on strike, who was going to do the work in the future?

Should it maybe strike a little lighter this time?

Wait, no! He was the Heavenly Dao itself; how could he let himself be swayed by this girl's words?

Even though what she said made sense... a strike was still a strike and had to be delivered!