At the dinner table, he had already called someone from the company to draw up the contract. After dinner, we went directly to sign it. Mr. Shen transferred the advance payment, and the matter was settled.
It was past four o'clock, and Uncle Yang had a meeting. Xu Mingyuan went to work on building materials. I didn't want to go home, but asked Mr. Shen to park the car in front of the Finance Bureau.
He was holding the steering wheel with one hand and smoking a cigarette with the other. From time to time, his strong arm stretched out to flick the cigarette ashes, which attracted the attention of many young ladies and young wives.
I didn't dare to open the window, but kept staring in the direction of the door, for fear of missing a figure.
After finishing the cigarette, Shen Gong said impatiently: "Can you hurry up? I'm driving drunk."
"It's okay. I know Yu Wei. Besides, can't you use witchcraft to force the alcohol out?"
I looked back at him: "By the way, do you know what Uncle Yang just said to me?"
Mr. Shen ignored me, took out a cigarette from the box and lit it: "I don't know, and I'm not interested in knowing."
I'm used to his virtues, and I don't care what he says: "Uncle Yang said that there is a hatred between witches and humans for genocide, and asked me to stay away from you. He also said that if I hang around with you for a long time, something will happen.
"
As I said that, I moved closer to him: "Actually, I'm also a little bit confused. Is your old boy not well-intentioned when you come back with me this time? Are you plotting against me?"
"Well, I'm a male and I want to open your eyes. Please be careful when you sleep at night."
Duke Shen took two puffs of his cigarette and said, "That tasteless fart, if it weren't for the witch blood in you, would I have the time to care about you?"
I said no, are you so sure that I am from the Wu clan? Could it be that you made a mistake?
Mr. Shen rolled his eyes at me and said nothing, which probably meant that he was too lazy to pay attention to me.
I moved closer and said, "Brother Shen Gong, if a person is from the Wu Clan, can you tell it at a glance?"
"Can you stay away from me? Are you so close to me?"
He stretched out his hand to push me away: "Every shaman is a spirit. For example, I am an earth-attribute spirit, and I naturally carry earth-attribute witchcraft. The witches have a way to identify spirits. It is through this that your sister can see through it at a glance.
my identity.
So what you just said is correct, but the Five Elements Spirits like you are too rare, so I didn’t dare to recognize you at first. It wasn’t until I read the classics left by my grandfather that I was able to confirm that you are also a witch."
I asked him again: "Then if I am a Wu Clan, my parents must also be a Wu Clan, right?"
Mr. Shen rolled his eyes at me: "Can you stop talking nonsense?"
I hummed: "I understand."
After that, neither of us spoke anymore. Mr. Shen was smoking one cigarette after another, and I was leaning on my chin and looking out the window.
About the time Shen Gong put out his fifth cigarette, a familiar figure appeared at the gate.
He was wearing formal clothes, carrying a briefcase, and was walking towards a pure black Audi.
The moment I saw him, I had mixed feelings in my heart. I really wanted to get out of the car right now and rush over desperately.
But in the end, he resisted the urge, pointed to him and said to Duke Shen, "This is my dad."
Mr. Shen glanced in the direction of my finger.
Then he blew out a puff of smoke and said in a very calm tone: "He is not a witch. You'd better investigate your own life experience."
It was like a bucket of ice water was poured down the top of my head, and my whole body began to stiffen.
I really didn't expect this result.
I originally thought that my parents would be like Shen Gong, a shaman who lives incognito in the world.
But Shen Gong's words directly overturned the first half of my life.
A man who I have known day and night for more than 20 years and who worked hard to raise me is not my biological father.
Thinking of this, it felt like a big stone was stuck in my heart. No matter how deep I breathed, I couldn't calm it down. My throat felt uncomfortable, and tears unknowingly filled my eyes. I had to hold back to prevent them from falling.
It wasn't until he got in the car and drove away that I remembered to take back the hand I had been raising, and turned back to ask Mr. Shen: "Are you sure? Could it be that you made a mistake?"
Shen Gong sighed: "I can understand, but the fact is here. If you don't believe me, you can just find a way to get your father's or your mother's hair and do a paternity test yourself."
I was silent for a long time, then took a deep breath: "Then is my dad an ordinary person?"
"Well, he is an ordinary person, an ordinary person who doesn't know any witchcraft or spells."
Mr. Shen started the car and followed the black Audi: "Your father is from the Finance Bureau, right?"
My mind was very confused at the time, so I hummed absentmindedly.
Duke Shen asked me again: "Who has your father offended? Or is there any enemy in your family?"
I didn't understand what he meant by this, so I looked up at him.
"I told you before that you are a bad guy, and nothing good will happen if I stick to you."
Mr. Shen pointed to a van in front of him on the right: "There are four people sitting in this car. They all have murderous auras on their bodies. This murderous aura is obviously heading towards your father."
I quickly wiped my eyes dry and looked intently at the van.
Just like Shen Gong said, taking advantage of the opportunity of missing the bus, I saw that there were indeed four people sitting inside, all of them were big men in their early thirties, with broad shoulders and round waists.
It's just that they are all ordinary people, and there is nothing strange about them.
This made me a little confused and asked Shen Gong: "Are you sure? Maybe these are just passers-by?"
"Passers? Do passers-by have machetes and daggers in their cars? Do passers-by have pistols on their waists?"
Mr. Shen slowed down the car and followed the van at a certain distance: "My feeling is not wrong. Follow me first. You will know after a while."
I was even more puzzled: "But they didn't come early or late, and they attacked my dad when I showed up. Isn't this a bit too coincidental?"
"I don't think this is a coincidence."
Duke Shen sneered: "That Uncle Yang of yours is not simple."
This inexplicable statement made my heart skip a beat.
I asked Mr. Shen what he meant by saying this, but he didn't answer. He just shook his head: "He is not an ordinary person, right? When we met last night, I saw that he knows Taoism. Is he your sister's subordinate?"
I said yes.
Duke Shen asked again: "Has that person ever said why she chose you to fuse her brother's true spirit back then?"
I told her, and Sister Lin said that she met me by chance and found out that I was a five-element spirit, so she integrated that person's true spirit into my body.
"Is it a coincidence? She happened to come here, and she happened to meet you, the only Five Elements spirit body in the world? If it is really a coincidence, then this is a bit intriguing."
The corner of Shen Gong's mouth curved in a meaningful arc: "And from my point of view, she doesn't seem to want you to know her life experience."
What Mr. Shen said made me confused for a while.
But at this moment, the car had already arrived at my neighborhood, and there was only a sudden sound of brakes. The van suddenly accelerated and drove in front of the Audi, stopping it abruptly.