Facing Pei Yan’s question, Wang Wenze dipped a dumpling from the lunchbox into vinegar, speaking without lifting his head: "Soone from the Daoist Plane."
"Ah! Weren’t they all supposed to be sent back?" Pei Yan took small sips of chicken soup and asked in bewildernt upon hearing the words.
Wang Wenze got up, went out, and returned a mont later with a small bottle of mustard oil. As he dripped oil into a dipping dish, he said, "Not everyone who crosses over gets sent back! This is exactly what I was telling you about the complexity of our mission."
Saying that, he touched the sauce with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, tasted it, and indicated the man on the screen with his chopsticks: "Take him for example, he’s been here for about twenty years. It’s almost a rite of passage for newcors to start by monitoring him."
"Why let them stay? Isn’t that dangerous to our world?" Pei Yan slurped the cooling soup loudly before continuing his questions.
After swallowing the dumpling in his mouth, Wang Wenze took a sip of warm water, moistened his lips, and answered, "There are many reasons, so related to their cultivation technique. For example, their soul might need reincarnation, which they call soul crossing. It’s said that souls beco more resilient through such trials, and when they rge back with their original body, they elevate significantly."
"But when their soul is most fragile and they have many enemies in their original world, they co to ours, sealing their past life’s mories and completing a life cycle here. Others co seeking refuge after causing big trouble, nowhere to go, and their sect can’t protect them, so they self-destruct a large part of their cultivation and seal their abilities to hide in our world. So seek to temper their mind in the mundane world for various other reasons. However, the prerequisite is the sealing of most of their cultivation, and they can stay only if they don’t break the current world’s laws."
At the end, perhaps because he used too much mustard oil, Wang Wenze started to tear up and Pei Yan quickly handed him a few tissues. He wiped his face, blew his nose, and joked: "People like them give so benefits to the country to earn the right to stay. Otherwise, where do you think such magical materials and equipnt in your ring or Jiezhi Space co from? It’s all shady PY deals behind the scenes."
"What about him?" Pei Yan asked again, scrutinizing the man on screen after finishing his soup and starting on his boxed al.
"I don’t know, the higher-ups didn’t specify, but I guess he’s no small fry. Continuous surveillance for twenty years, twenty years! I was only four back then, and you weren’t even born!" Wang Wenze remarked, clicking his tongue as he munched on complintary garlic from the al.
Hearing this, Pei Yan suddenly felt the man’s image heighten in his mind. Could he once have been a great king too, roaming the earth with a sword, sweeping the world with his aura, but now, abandoned by love, he had fallen into despair?
Seeing Pei Yan daydream about a fantasy novel while staring at the monitor, Wang Wenze called out to him twice with no response, then slapped him on the back, "What are you daydreaming for? Hurry and eat before it gets cold."
"This guy might have been a king, or maybe a lovesick person like Li Xunhuan." Pei Yan mumbled as he shoveled food into his mouth.
Wang Wenze, hearing this, showed a weird smile, shaking his head: "I don’t know if he’s a king, but he certainly isn’t lovesick!"
"Why?"
"Just watch for a few more days, pay attention to his house after ten o’clock and you’ll see!" Wang Wenze replied with a mischievous smile at the clueless Pei Yan.
"Alright!"
Four days later, leaning against the window fra, peeking through the curtain gap, it was still that shopfront room. The stickers for beauty and hair services above had long been battered by the weather, looking dilapidated with so words missing.
Pei Yan never paid much attention before, but this barber shop, never open during the day, was particularly lively at night. Through his observations, after nine o’clock, a scantily dressed, lovely woman would always erge from the shop, leaning by the door, and one or two strange n would always enter his surveillance range, wrapping an arm around her soft waist and strolling into the shop with smiles.
Pei Yan was a novice in this regard, but as the saying goes, even if you haven’t eaten pork, you’ve seen pigs run. At first, he didn’t understand, but after seeing n with eager faces enter, light-footed and jubilant an hour later, even an idiot could figure it out.
"Brother Wang, she’s a... chicken, right?" Pei Yan dropped the curtain, stamring as he questioned Wang Wenze, who was reclining on the bed playing a mobile battle royale ga.
Wang Wenze glanced at the surprised Pei Yan and chuckled: "Speak properly, no need to stutter. Want to pay for you to try it out? Her fee isn’t cheap!"
"She’s really a chicken!!!" Pei Yan exclaid, plopping into his seat, thunderstruck. Thinking back on the girl’s face and body, she was remarkably beautiful even among internet celebrities.
Wang Wenze’s eyes stayed glued to the screen as he humorously wiggled, "Yeah, don’t believe ? Want to show you their live porn? I left so surveillance inside their room before."
"Damn, I didn’t expect that man was a pimp! Doesn’t the bureau care? Just because he’s from another dinsion, he can do such things?"
"Why care! It’s voluntary on both sides!"
"Voluntary or not, it’s still unacceptable! Why should our girls support n from another world?" Pei Yan, filled with righteous anger, slamd the table and growled.
"Oh wow, look at you, Mr. Machismo. But I think you misunderstood. The person doing it willingly is actually the sa man you saw during the day, he turns into that girl. He wants to sell himself, and you have no say in it."
Wang Wenze, saying the latter part, even stopped his ga, sitting cross-legged. He had been waiting days just for this mont. Picking up his phone, he captured Pei Yan’s exquisite expression upon learning the truth and shared the photo with a group ssage in the bureau’s chat, titled "Pei Yan After Learning the Truth."
And a string of likes followed below!
"Ugh, ugh!" Pei Yan finally ca to his senses after a while, realizing his physical attractions towards that person made him almost vomit his dinner.
"That guy is a Human-Demon! That guy is actually a Human-Demon! How could he be a Human-Demon??" Pei Yan’s reaction validated the human tendency to repeat things.
After sending another video of Pei Yan in this loop to the group, Wang Wenze tossed his phone aside, raising his right hand, jeeringly reassuring: "Alright, calm down! I can assure you with my 8 GB of personal videos on my computer, she’s not a Human-Demon!"
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