CHAPTER 266: CHAPTER 266 WHY DOES HE LOVE TO SNATCH THINGS SO MUCH_1

"How dare you!"

Wei Haojie had already reacted. He immediately pushed off the wall to retreat, dodging the brick Su Xuan had thrown as he reached into his robes. He wanted to pull out his poisonous toad and kill Su Xuan on the spot!

His poisonous toad was different from ordinary ones. Its skin wasn’t poisonous, but its tongue was lethally toxic. Even steel would corrode if the toad’s tongue so much as licked it.

But he had seriously underestimated Su Xuan’s speed.

After his first attack missed, Su Xuan leaped from the top of the wall to land right in front of Wei Haojie. He grabbed Wei Haojie’s wrist and executed a perfect shoulder throw.

WHOOSH!

Wei Haojie flew through the air, crashed heavily against the wall, and then fell head-first to the ground, unconscious.

CROAK! CROAK!

A black bag dropped beside Wei Haojie, emitting strange noises from within. Sorcerers were adept at using poisons, so Su Xuan didn’t dare touch the bag. Instead, he simply dragged both Wei Haojie and Zhao Ling into Old Man Zhou’s courtyard.

"Boss, what’s going on?" Zhao Yuansi, who was standing in the courtyard, couldn’t help but ask when he saw Su Xuan dragging two people back.

The whole scene might have sounded long, but it happened in the blink of an eye. From Zhao Yuansi’s perspective, Su Xuan had merely thrown a brick, jumped down from the wall, and returned dragging two people with him.

"Enemies," Su Xuan replied succinctly.

Zhao Yuansi understood immediately. For someone as wealthy as Su Xuan, having enemies was a given. It was like the old saying: a single general’s triumph is built on a pile of ten thousand bones. Every wealthy person reached the pinnacle of life by stepping over the bodies of many others. He also guessed that Su Xuan must have practiced martial arts, or if not, he definitely worked out regularly. If it had been him, he probably wouldn’t have been able to take down two people at once, even with a sneak attack.

"Boss, the second goose died. Master Zhou said it couldn’t bear the misfortune from my body." Looking at the two men Su Xuan had captured, an idea sparked in Zhao Yuansi’s mind. "Can I borrow one of your enemies?"

These two are basically walking scapegoats!

"No problem," Su Xuan nodded. "I need to transfer some misfortune again anyway."

Earlier, when he was speaking with Old Man Zhou in the inner room, he had seen a dead goose. He guessed the old man had already transferred his misfortune to the bird, which was why it died. Old Man Zhou had also just mentioned that once the goose died, the misfortune would return to its original host. So he needed to transfer the misfortune again.

He and Zhao Yuansi each grabbed a man and dragged them into Old Man Zhou’s house.

"You..." Old Man Zhou jumped in fright when he saw Su Xuan dragging two people inside. "Did you... did you just kidnap two men off the street?"

"No, no," Zhao Yuansi quickly explained. "Some people were looking for trouble with Boss Su, and he took care of them."

"Oh, I see!" Old Man Zhou glanced at Su Xuan, his eyes full of surprise. He likely hadn’t expected Su Xuan to be able to handle two men all by himself.

"Master Zhou, these two are suitable, right?" Zhao Yuansi asked immediately.

"Perfectly suitable," Old Man Zhou nodded.

After that, Old Man Zhou helped Zhao Yuansi and Su Xuan perform the misfortune-transfer ritual. Afterward, Zhao Yuansi gave the 100,000 yuan to Old Man Zhou, who was so happy he couldn’t stop grinning. However, the old man then greedily asked Su Xuan for more money, which displeased Su Xuan greatly.

"Old Zhou!" Su Xuan dropped the ’Master’ title, placing a hand on the old man’s shoulder. He lowered his voice. "I’ve already paid you once. It’s not appropriate for you to ask for more, is it? Don’t think I don’t know what happened to that dead goose in your inner room. You want me to tell everyone about your real fee schedule?"

"No, no!" Old Man Zhou quickly waved his hands, also lowering his voice. "To be honest, performing this kind of transfer ritual consumes my life force. How about a small token of appreciation? Eight or ten thousand would be enough!"

And he was telling the truth. He had initially thought Su Xuan was saddled with something trivial like romantic luck, which was why he’d only charged him a hundred yuan. If he had known it was actual misfortune, he would have demanded a much higher price.

"No," Su Xuan shook his head. "When you buy something at the mall, it comes with after-sales service. Just consider this misfortune transfer part of that service."

"But..." Old Man Zhou said, looking pitiful. "You really won’t give me a little more? I know you’re a big boss. Don’t be so stingy!"

"Next time. Definitely next time."

Su Xuan immediately crouched beside Zhao Ling and Wei Haojie and began stripping their clothes.

"Boss, what are you doing?" Zhao Yuansi asked, coming closer.

"Looking for treasures."

Su Xuan stripped the two men down to their underwear. When he shook their clothes, several items tumbled out. There were little bottles, small jars, cloth pouches, and other strange things. As the items tumbled out, they made a rustling sound, SHUSH SHUSH, as if living things were inside.

Additionally, a small, palm-sized flute fell from Wei Haojie’s clothes.

"Damn it!"

Just then, Wei Haojie suddenly woke up. He snatched the flute and immediately put it to his lips to blow.

TWEE! TWEE-TWEE!

TWEE! TWEE-TWEE!

A responding call came from beyond the courtyard wall.

CROAK! CROAK! CROAK!

CROAK! CROAK! CROAK!

Wei Haojie continued to blow, and more croaks answered from outside the wall. But that was it. Nothing else happened.

"You can stop blowing now," Su Xuan said with a smile, plucking the flute from Wei Haojie’s hand. "How many of you are there?"

"Just the two of us," Zhao Ling, who had also just regained consciousness, answered for him.

He then glanced at the items on the ground and the flute in Su Xuan’s hand, his facial muscles twitching. Su Xuan already lives in a huge mansion, so why is he so obsessed with robbing people! This morning, he stole my bell. Now he’s gone and taken everything we have! Without our tools, a Sorcerer is no different from an ordinary person.

"Su Xuan!" Zhao Ling shouted, his voice full of grievance. "You ambushed us. That wasn’t a fair fight! Do you dare let us go so we can have a proper rematch later?"

"Sure."

To Zhao Ling’s surprise, Su Xuan readily agreed. He even tossed their clothes back to them with a series of instructions. "You two must take good care of yourselves. Eat well, drink plenty. If you run out of money, you can borrow some from me. If you catch a cold or a fever, be sure to see a doctor. The weather has been muggy, so drink lots of warm water..."

"Uh..."

Zhao Ling and Wei Haojie were flabbergasted. Why is Su Xuan being so nice to us? They were so moved they felt like crying.

Meanwhile, Zhao Yuansi and Old Man Zhou, who were listening from the side, could barely contain their laughter. They both knew exactly why Su Xuan was being so solicitous: the misfortune had been transferred to these two men. It was in everyone’s best interest that they managed to live long, healthy lives.

「From this night on...」

Zhao Ling and Wei Haojie were embarking on a different kind of life...