"Ah Jin, the position of this 'Fu' seems to be a little too low."
"Ah? Now?"
"Hmm... it seems a little to the right."
"What now?"
"Oh, that's right, that's perfect!"
In the narrow and old corridor, Yang Jin held a roll of red "Fu" characters in his hand, stepped on a small stool, and carefully pasted the "Fu" on the door, smoothing every corner carefully.
After posting this, he jumped off the bench lightly, turned around, examined it, and nodded.
"Mom, is there anywhere else you want to post?"
"And also the doors. Every door should be pasted!" My aunt carefully picked out a "Fu" character that was obviously different from a roll of "Fu" characters. This "Fu" was bigger, redder, and had a gold border.
"This, put this on your brother's door. The child lives far away from home, so ordinary 'Fu' characters may not be very useful. I went to the store to get this one, and it cost me more than 20 yuan!"
My aunt took the word "Fu" in her hand, rubbed the edge gently with her fingers, and said seriously.
Yang Jin smiled softly, "Mom, this 'blessing' is not so different from near and far."
"Tsk, kid, what do you know? It's better to believe something than not to believe it." His aunt glared at him. "Your brother must be having a hard time out there. After using this 'blessing', I hope those gods can take care of him."
"I see." Yang Jin shrugged.
Yang Jin took the "Fu" character and the tape, opened the door, and kicked the little black cat who was sleeping in the corridor. The latter stood up unsteadily, yawned, and lazily followed the two men into the house.
Yang Jin pasted the word "Fu" on the doors one by one, while his aunt put on an apron, went straight to the kitchen and started preparing the New Year's Eve dinner.
"Your brother is such a kid. It's almost Chinese New Year, but he didn't even call home." My aunt started to grumble as she cut vegetables.
"You can't call often in the army. Maybe he's busy right now."
"Oh... Never mind. I'll call him later. It's Chinese New Year, I should at least ask him if he has New Year's Eve dinner."
"Mom, let's cook less food tonight. If we cook too much, we can't finish it for the two of us."
My aunt paused while cutting vegetables and said nothing.
Yang Jin glanced at the kitchen, sighed slightly, and once again smoothed out the big "Fu" character on Lin Qiye's door with his hand, and nodded with satisfaction.
This "Fu" character is pasted quite well.
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Outside the low building.
A black van was parked on the side of the road, with the body of the car covered with white snow, leaving only a few panes of glass exposed. The glass had also been specially treated, so it looked pitch black from the outside.
The man sitting in the driver's seat was smoking a cigarette. He slowly put down the binoculars in his hand and raised the walkie-talkie beside him.
"Scorpion Three reports, no abnormalities found near the target, report completed."
Then, another voice came from the intercom.
"Scorpion Nine reports, the target woman is cutting vegetables in the kitchen, nothing unusual is seen, report completed." On the rooftop opposite the low-rise building, a man in white combat uniform was crawling in the snow, holding a sniper rifle, and said in a deep voice.
"Scorpion Eight reports, the target boy is active in the living room, nothing unusual is found, report completed." At a different angle of the building, another sniper lurking behind a screen window said.
"Received. Continue to stay where you are."
Hearing this, Scorpion Three, who was sitting in the car, frowned slightly and turned on the walkie-talkie in his hand.
"Xie Yi, we have been guarding here for two days. How long do we have to wait?"
"Wait for the target to appear."
"What if he never shows up?"
The man on the other end of the intercom was silent for a moment, then continued, "Miss [Snake] said that if the target doesn't come before tonight, she will just hold the woman and the child hostage and hand them over to Miss [Snake] for disposal."
"Snake Woman, Snake Woman... Humph, when did our Crazy Scorpion become a woman's running dog?"
"Xie San, watch your words." Xie Yi's voice became obviously serious, "Since we have chosen to become [believers] of the Ancient God Church, we must obey the will of the gods in the church!"
"You are just a few agents of gods. Do you have the nerve to call yourself 'gods'?" Scorpion Three sneered.
"Scorpion Three." Scorpion One was obviously a little angry. "Since we chose to believe in the Church of the Ancient God when we were desperate, we can no longer violate the contract with the gods. Otherwise, you will not only kill yourself, but also all of us Crazy Scorpion Mercenaries!"
Scorpion Three held the walkie-talkie, sneered, and said nothing more.
"Xie Yi, since our target is the agent of the two gods, if he really shows up, can we deal with him with just the men of us?" Another man's voice sounded from the intercom.
"Xie Qi, when did you become so timid
Even if we can't handle it, there is still that person here. He is the sixteenth seat of the [Believers], and is only half a step away from entering the 'Sea' realm. It won't be a problem for him to deal with a newcomer who is still in the 'Pond' realm."
As soon as Xie Yi said this, all voices were suppressed and no one dared to question this action anymore.
As for Scorpion Three who was sitting in the car, he just snorted coldly and said no more.
"Believer?" a voice came faintly from outside the car.
Scorpion's body trembled and he turned his head suddenly. He saw a young man holding two black boxes and his eyes were as black as ink standing outside the van.
He stood outside the door, and a patch of darkness expanded rapidly with him as the center, covering the entire van in an instant!
Scorpion Three's pupils suddenly contracted, and he quickly reached out to grab the intercom, but the boy outside the door stared at him, and the intercom beside him was torn into several pieces out of thin air, splashing dazzling sparks.
The young man stood quietly outside the car, lightly scratched the door with his fingertips, and the entire door exploded from the center!
"What is a believer?"
The boy's deep voice echoed in the snow.
After all, Scorpion Three was a seasoned warrior. He pulled out a dagger from under the seat, growled, and quickly stabbed Lin Qiye's throat!
Lin Qiye seemed to have predicted his movements long ago, and took a half step back gently. The tip of the dagger scraped across his skin without leaving a trace of scar, and then his other hand quickly struck Scorpion San's wrist!
Scorpion Three's wrist loosened and the dagger in his hand slipped out of his hand, but there was no trace of horror on his face. Instead, a cunning smile flashed across his face.
A pitch-black short-handled submachine gun appeared in his left hand at some point and was pointed at Lin Qiye.
He pulled the trigger sharply.
Dazzling sparks burst out, and bullets swirled out of the gun barrel, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, heading straight for Lin Qiye's face!