Chapter 83

The car sped up, and Ding Ning even saw the speedometer hit 240 kilometers per hour!

Without a seatbelt, Ding Ning quietly placed his hand on the door handle and unlocked the door. If anything went wrong, he could jump out of the car to save himself.

The little raccoon cat lay quietly in Ding Ning's arms, its claws tightly gripping his clothes.

After nearly three hours of continuous driving, the car had traveled about 600 kilometers on the highway. Ding Ning began to doubt his judgment. Did this woman really have ulterior motives? Or did he remember wrong, and there was a toll booth here?

Ahead was a sharp turn, but the woman showed no signs of slowing down!

At this speed, not slowing down would result in a rollover!

Ding Ning's vigilance reached its peak, and the woman tightly pursed her lips!

"Screech!"

The car made a harsh grinding sound as it turned, and the body suddenly tilted!

The woman suddenly moved on her own clothes, then abruptly opened the car door!

As she got out of the car, her clothes suddenly inflated like a balloon, completely enveloping her body. She smiled at Ding Ning, "Fatty, you stay here!"

At the same time, Ding Ning, who was prepared, also opened the car door, activated the Wind Control Spell, and leaped out.

At the same time, he threw a one-yuan coin at the woman with his left hand!

"Boom!"

The car crashed through the highway barrier and plunged into the deep ravine below.

Ding Ning, now suspended in the air, was propelled forward by the strong inertia, like a bullet!

Although the Wind Control Spell was activated, the inertia could not be eliminated. Ding Ning could not control his body and could only watch helplessly as a small tree came closer and closer!

"Crack!"

Ding Ning's body directly snapped the small tree in half. Fortunately, the speed had decreased somewhat, but he still felt intense pain in his waist, as if he was seriously injured.

The power of the Wind Control Spell dissipated, and Ding Ning's body landed after being obstructed, rolling forward two times, covered in mud.

His waist was numb and almost lost sensation. Ding Ning lay on the ground for a full twenty minutes before he gritted his teeth and got up.

"My bones seem to be injured, ouch!"

Picking up a broken branch from the ground, he supported himself and managed to stand up, walking in the direction he came from.

After walking for a while, Ding Ning saw the woman lying in the ravine, with a bloody hole in her head, already dead.

That was his coin that hit her when he got out of the car.

Kneeling beside the woman, Ding Ning noticed that her face seemed to be peeling. He touched it and peeled off a layer of skin, revealing a Western face. Ding Ning realized that the woman was wearing a mask.

"Who would have thought, she was so professional. This should be the last of the assassins."

Ron said there were two more people who took the job. Ding Ning had killed Akita, so this woman must be the last one.

Her plan was meticulous. She appeared when Ding Ning needed a car the most, and they drove at high speed on the highway. Even if Ding Ning had suspicions, he wouldn't dare to do anything to her. She was well-prepared, with a protective suit when she jumped out of the car. However, she didn't expect Ding Ning to be a cultivator, using the Wind Control Spell to escape and taking her life with a coin.

A carefully planned murder failed, and she lost her life. This is the fate of an assassin.

"What a waste of a good face. Why didn't you use a beauty trap? Then I wouldn't have suffered so much, ouch, my waist is about to break."

Using a Fire Spell, Ding Ning burned the woman's body to ashes and also set the car on fire, leaving no trace of what happened in the car.

He couldn't stay long after the accident. Looking around, it was already midnight, and he was still over 100 kilometers away from Haibin.

After walking on the highway for a while, Ding Ning finally flagged down a truck going from Qingzhou to Haibin. He gave the driver 100 yuan, and the driver agreed to take him to Haibin.

When he arrived in Haibin, it was already past 8:00 AM. Ding Ning went to the hospital first, as his waist needed treatment.

While waiting in line at the hospital, Ding Ning found a power outlet to charge his phone, which finally turned on.

Opening the flashy gold phone, four messages appeared.

The first was from An Xiaoyue: "Ding Ning, a Thai person is trying to catch me. Thanks to your gift, I want to meet you."

The second was from Yue Ge'er: "I've almost finalized the talks with the municipal government. The new saplings have arrived, and we can start work anytime. When are you coming back?"

The third was from San Yan: "Brother, there's no place to collect protection fees now. Many of the guys have scattered. I'm still at Fenglu Garden, where I found a white stone. I'm waiting for you here, and I'll take you to it when you come back."

The last one was from Meng Xiaowen: "Everything is fine at school, but if you have time, it would be best to come by."

Ding Ning thought for a long time. The school matters could wait a few days.

He should visit Yue Ge'er soon to get the Bi Xin Liu as soon as possible.

San Yan and An Xiaoyue's issues were more urgent. He didn't expect Liu Bocheng to target An Xiaoyue. Fortunately, the bracelet he gave her saved her.

He decided to go to Fenglu Garden first. San Yan found the White Light Stone, which Ding Ning must obtain. He could also deal with Liu Bocheng while he was there, as it would be troublesome if he kept plotting against him.

While he was thinking, a nurse called out, "Ding Ning."

"Coming!"

Ding Ning, supporting his waist, walked into the doctor's office, got an X-ray, and found that his vertebrae were slightly cracked. He needed to rest for a while.

After a series of tests and medications, Ding Ning spent over a thousand yuan. He didn't have much money left.

After applying medicine and wrapping his waist with bandages, Ding Ning left the hospital and returned to his small courtyard.

Lin Xuan was living on campus, so no one was there. Ding Ning entered the courtyard and first checked the clover.

Since Ding Ning hadn't absorbed all the spiritual energy in the courtyard, the two clovers were growing quickly. The first one even produced seeds, which delighted Ding Ning. These seeds could produce more clovers, enough to sustain him for a while.

Returning indoors, the alchemy furnace in the cellar was still there. Ding Ning thought he should quickly refine the storage ring, as he couldn't leave these treasures unsecured.

He put away the vials of beast blood and pebbles and left the little raccoon cat at home before leaving the courtyard and taking a taxi to Fenglu Garden.

Upon arriving at Fenglu Garden, he went to San Yan's small house.

The door was slightly ajar. When Ding Ning entered, he found the room empty, very different from the last time when it was full of people. It seemed San Yan had lost his influence in Fenglu Garden, and the small hooligans had found other ways to make a living.

Even San Yan's inner room was empty. Unable to find him, Ding Ning called San Yan on his phone.

The call connected, and San Yan's surprised voice came through, "Brother, you finally showed up!"

"Where are you?"

"I just left Fenglu Garden and am going home."

"You have a home? I'm at your place now, come back quickly."

"Sure thing, I'll be right back."

Hanging up, Ding Ning sat on San Yan's bed and noticed a new image of the God of Wealth on the wall.

The last time, the image of the God of Wealth was taken by Ding Ning and pasted at the old jade shop. It seemed San Yan was quite superstitious, as he had put up a new one.

Since there was nothing else to do, Ding Ning extended his consciousness and merged with the image of the God of Wealth.

This feeling was quite strange. Ding Ning looked at the image, and the image also looked at him through his eyes.

Suddenly seeing himself, Ding Ning was startled. He had changed a lot!

First, he had lost weight. The trip in the mountains, with poor food and sleep, and constant tension, had made him lose a lot of weight. He was 182 pounds last time, and he didn't know how much he weighed now, but it was at least five pounds less.

His appearance had also changed. He had a beard, long hair, and tattered clothes, looking like a beggar.

"No, I need to change this image. Cultivators don't look this miserable."

Ding Ning thought, looking at the image of the God of Wealth, trying to make a face.

"Wow! It moved!"

On the image, Ding Ning tried to blink, and the God of Wealth actually blinked!

He grinned!

He bared his teeth!

He raised his eyebrows!

For a moment, Ding Ning felt like he had found the most interesting toy in the world. The last time he merged with the image, his facial expressions weren't as rich.

It seemed his cultivation had improved, allowing him to make more movements. He wondered if one day he could make the God of Wealth walk out of the image.

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