The Soul Is In Everything Chapter 1

This summer is exceptionally hot. The green trees on both sides of the road stand listlessly, and the chirping of cicadas is disturbing.

When a luxury car and a motorcycle collided on a sunny road, people who usually like to watch the excitement hid in the shade of trees and hardly moved. In such a hot day, even if the husband or wife ran away, they were unwilling to go out to chase them.

The motorcyclist crashed into the headlight of the luxury car and fell off the motorcycle. The zipper of the denim luggage bag on the back seat of the car broke and the contents fell out, and the mess rolled all over the floor.

"Hey!" A handsome but ruffian-like young man got down from the car, folded his arms around his chest and looked down at the young man picking up something on the ground, "Dude, are you here to scam me?" He was driving his car normally, but out of nowhere a motorcycle suddenly came out from the side and hit his car head-on. Was he wronged?

Fortunately, he was driving normally and had a dash cam installed, otherwise he would have been scammed again.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention when I was riding my bike." The young man didn't have time to pick up the things scattered on the ground, and stood up to apologize to the young man, "I will definitely take responsibility."

The young man in the luxury car looked at the young man with a slanted eye. He was handsome. Who would wear a T-shirt with holes in it in this era? Looking at the messy branches and flowers on the ground, he even saw a piece of pink mud.

These junk can be regarded as treasures. Is there something wrong with your brain?

"Do you know how much this headlight of mine costs?" He kicked a small stone at his feet, which seemed to have fallen out of the denim bag.

"No, I don't know." The young man stared at the car lights for several seconds and hesitated to speak, "How much?"

The young man in the luxury car took a deep breath and told himself not to bother with the poor guy. He waved his hands impatiently: "Get lost, you know you can't afford the compensation, why don't you run away quickly?!"

"You don't want me to compensate?" The young man scratched his head, bent down, picked up the fallen motorcycle with one hand, and hit it hard twice with his bare hands, and the originally crooked front of the motorcycle... straightened back down.

Looking at his own thin arms and legs, and then at the other's arms which seemed not to be strong but were actually very powerful, the young man in the luxury car swallowed his saliva, took a few steps back stealthily, and put his hand on the door handle.

dmn, this is considered violent intimidation, right?

"No, you don't have to compensate, just go away." A good man never suffers a loss in front of him. When you want to be cowardly, you must never be too tough.

"How can I do that?" The young man shook his motorcycle, and several parts fell off with a clang. He pushed the motorcycle aside, bent down and searched in his denim bag for a while, and took out a black thing and handed it to the young man in the luxury car, "If you break something, you have to pay for it. This Ran Yi meat can ward off evil spirits and help you sleep. Consider it as an apology to you."

The young man in the luxury car took the fishy thing without saying anything and forced a smile: "Thank you."

It turns out that this ba5tard not only threatened him with violence, but also deceived him with fake drugs without any quality assurance. Does he have any humanity at all?

No, those who sell fake medicines are inhumane. Anyone with a conscience and social morality would not do such a thing.

Seeing the young man selling fake drugs without any certification preparing to leave on his motorcycle, the young man in the luxury car summoned up the courage to ask: "Can you still ride this motorcycle?"

Don’t let something go wrong halfway through riding, as it will only harm others and yourself.

He didn't dare say that.

"No, I was not familiar with motorcycles and couldn't control the strength well enough." The young man stretched out his long legs, straddled the tattered motorcycle, and swayed away. Not long after he drove away, a piece of iron fell off the motorcycle.

He stared in amazement as the young man rode away on his motorcycle. After the young man got into the luxury car, it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

The first time he used a motorcycle, he dared to drive it on the road. Which of them looks more like a lawless rich second generation? !

Lucas Fu rode his tattered motorcycle into a small alley. There were motorcycles and bicycles parked in the alley, which was originally narrow, and became even narrower. He carefully dodged a bicycle lying horizontally, and then crossed an overturned motorcycle, and stopped in front of a wooden door with a sign that read "Elderly Health and Leisure Club".

The wooden door was tattered and the red paint was mottled. The gray threshold had not been swept for a long time and was covered with a thick layer of dust.

Lucas parked the motorcycle aside, dusted off his body, put his bulging denim bag on his back, and walked forward to knock on the half-open wooden door.

Knock three times, pause, then knock three more times, and repeat this cycle.

After a long time, a short and fat old man came to open the door. He was wearing a yellowed white sweatshirt and holding a large palm leaf fan. He looked at Lucas slowly and asked, "Name?"

"Hello, senior. My name is Lucas."

"Fuli?" The old man stared at the palm-leaf fan for a while, then nodded and said, "Your name is on it. Come in with me to register."

After entering the house, there was a small courtyard with two mahjong tables. Several old men and women were playing mahjong. When they saw Lucas coming in, they didn't even raise their heads. When Lucas followed the fat old man into the house, the two old ladies started arguing. The old lady in cheongsam was so angry that she slapped the table and broke it.

"Wang Cuihua!" The old man who had been moving slowly since he opened the door suddenly turned around and yelled at the old lady in the cheongsam: "You broke the table again, remember to pay for it."

Lucas saw that the old lady in cheongsam, who was standing with her hands on her h!ps and cursing just now, suddenly lost her momentum.

"Let's go." Seeing Lucas still in a daze, the fat old man shook his head and said, "Young people just don't have much experience."

Lucas: ...

The room was a little dark, and when Lucas walked in, he almost tripped over something.

"Don't you foxes have night vision?" The fat old man shook his head even more vigorously. "You are getting worse and worse. You have even forgotten your racial instincts. You are really bringing shame to your people. Thousands of years ago, you were still able to wreak havoc on the world, but now you can't even see the road clearly."

"But senior, I'm not from the fox clan." Lucas looked innocent.

"If it's not the Fox Clan, what's the name Lucas?" The fat old man didn't have the slightest embarrassment of admitting his mistake. He calmly turned on the light in the room, sat down in front of the worn-out computer, and pointed to the stool opposite. "Sit there, keep your back straight, I want to take a photo of you first."

After filling out the records one by one, the fat old man pointed to the last blank and asked Lucas: "What is your ideal job?"

"Be a civil servant and serve the people." Lucas's face was full of longing. "It would be even better if I could leave my name in history."

Hearing this, the fat old man almost pulled off the keyboard buttons. He shook his big palm-leaf fan and looked at Lucas as if he was looking at a weirdo: "Do you have a college degree?"

Lucas shook his head.

"Why do you want to take the civil service exam without a diploma?" The fat old man was stunned for a while, and asked helplessly, "Who introduced you to the city?"

"Seventh Master Sun." Lucas said, "I don't know where Seventh Master Sun has gone. I didn't find him when I came here today."

"You mean Sun Gou'er?" The fat old man answered Lucas's question slowly, "He was arrested a few days ago for making and selling false certificates."

"Ah?" Lucas never thought that Sun Qiye, who had returned to the mountains in glory a few years ago, was actually doing something that violated the law. He was stunned for a long time before he sighed, "When I came out, everyone told me that it was not easy to make a living in a big city. It seems to be true."

"You don't have a college degree, but do you have a high school diploma?"

Lucas continued to shake his head.

The fat old man took out a small book from the drawer, wrote a few words on it, and said to Lucas: "You should go to this construction site to move bricks. The contractor is one of us, and at least you can make a living."

Lucas took the note from the fat old man, on which was written an address that was quite far from here. After thanking the fat old man, Lucas turned and left the house.

The fat old man was fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan. After Lucas left, he pulled up Lucas's information and read it for a long time.

The broken motorcycle parked in front of the club had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a piece of rotten leaf lying on the ground.

Zhou Chang stayed at home for two days after the headlight of his beloved car was damaged and sent for repair. He had no intention of going out. He slept until nearly ten o'clock in the morning as usual. When he went downstairs, he was shocked to see his father watching TV with his mother in high spirits.

His dad has been having trouble sleeping lately and he scolds him every time he sees him. Usually at this time, his dad would have gone to work, so why is he at home watching TV with his mom today? Today is not their birthday or wedding anniversary.

"Son, come and sit down." Father Zhou asked his son to sit down with a smile. "The medicine you bought for me tastes bad, but it works well. I slept very well these two days and didn't even have a dream."

Zhou Chang was stunned for a long while before he remembered that he went to the pharmacy to buy some tonic medicine a few days ago in order to please his father. Could it be that those things also have a sleeping effect?

"I just don't know the name of that black medicine that smells fishy. Buy some more and give some to your grandparents."

Fishy? Pitch black?

Didn’t he buy ginseng and ganoderma? He even told the nanny that the medicine was good for his father’s health and asked her to make it for him. How could good ginseng turn black and smell fishy?

No, that's not right.

Could that fishy smell be something that the man who hit his car and sold him fake medicine gave him? Could it be that the medicine he sold was not fake, but real medicine?

Looking down at his father's rosy and energetic face, Zhou Chang didn't dare to tell him that this drug was a three-no product that accidentally got into the drug line. As for asking him to buy more, where could he find someone to buy it from?

Fortunately, he still remembered the name of this medicine.

It seems to be called...

Ran's remaining flesh?

Yes, that’s the name.