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Chapter 318 A Glimmer of Hope (asking for monthly tickets)
Xiang Qinghuai made a hand gesture and pushed the monster that was eating people.

An invisible wave of power surged and hit the monster.

hum-

The monster was knocked three feet away.

"Ah!" The monster screamed and fell to the ground.

Xiang Qinghuai pulled out a chain from under his clothes, shook it and threw it at the monster.

The chain quickly wrapped around the monster and tightened immediately, but the monster roared and struggled hard.

This thing is ten feet in size, covered with red hair, has a head like a tiger, and claws that are two feet long!
Xiang Qinghuai flew forward, quickly made another hand gesture, and pushed at the monster's chest.

A wave of power condensed into a cone, and with a puff, it pierced the monster's body!
"Ow—"

The monster screamed, and suddenly lost all its strength, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Neither Xu Yuan nor Lang Xiaoba intervened.

Xiang Qinghuai is an old inspector, so it is natural for him to deal with such a sudden and strange monster.

Unexpectedly, the monster fell to the ground with a bang, and its whole body was broken into pieces.

The head, limbs and body broke free from the chains, each transformed into a new and strange form, and quickly rushed around!

"Not good!" Xiang Qinghuai shouted, and quickly clasped his hands into the magic formula again, pushing out with all his strength.

Invisible energy fluctuations gathered from all directions and condensed into a square cage.

The cage was five meters square, trapping all the evil spirits inside.

A giant centipede grew out of the evil head, staring with bloodshot eyes and slamming its head hard against the cage.

Two pairs of bat wings grew out of his arms, and he suddenly flew up and crashed into the cage.

The two-foot-long claws pierced into the air wall of the cage and cut downwards with force!

One leg was covered in hair and a horrible gaping hole opened on the sole of the foot.

It squirmed rapidly on its long fur, opened its mouth wide and bit the air wall.

The other leg suddenly shook, and dozens of cavities appeared under the long hair, spewing out a lot of corrosive mucus!
It fell on the air wall and green smoke came out with a hiss!
And that torso grew out of more than a dozen arms and legs made only of thin bones.

There was a bloody wound on its chest, and a strange tongue seven feet long was sticking out of it, twisting and turning as it headed straight for the air wall of the cage.

"Master Xu, please help!" Xiang Qinghuai tried his best to maintain the cage and asked Xu Yuan for help.

Xu Yuan hurriedly stepped forward and vented his anger at the cage.

Xiang Qinghuai cooperated at the right time, opened a gap in the cage, and the fire in his belly rushed in.

"call--"

The evil spirit inside was burned and screamed.

After Xu Yuan spit out fire, he let it out of the carriage without stopping for a moment.

A huge "bamboo cage" fell from the sky and covered the entire cage.

Xiang Qinghuai screamed "Ah" and fell backwards, sitting on the ground and gasping for breath.

Xu Yuan calculated it accurately. He spit out a breath of fire, and the evil spirits couldn't withstand it, but Xiang Qinghuai couldn't withstand it either.

His cage would surely crumble if it were set on fire.

Xu Yuan can control the flames precisely, but wouldn’t it be much easier to just cover it with a car and let it smolder directly?
Why bother with that?

"Fortunately, Lord Xu followed us." Xiang Qinghuai felt a little scared.

Inside the carriage, the evil spirits screamed as they were burned, and rammed the carriages with a thud.

Lang Xiaoba was puzzled: "What kind of evil spirit is this?"

"This is the Jichengtang seal worker who has changed his ways," Xiang Qinghuai explained, "and he's a foreman, otherwise I would have killed him with that one strike."

Xiang Qinghuai stood up from the ground: "If Jichengtang wants to reprint the almanac, they have to look through it in advance before carving the blocks for printing. Looking through the almanac in advance will bring bad luck, so these printers often change their ways.

If it's just an ordinary printer, it's easy to deal with, but if it's a foreman or above, it will be like this time, you think you killed him, but it may just trigger a second strange change! "

As he was speaking, a wealthy middle-aged man ran out from Jicheng Hall. His face was filled with anxiety, and he heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Xiang Qinghuai: "Thank goodness Lord Xiang is here!"

"Don't worry, sir. We at Jichengtang will definitely send you a 'red envelope'."

Xiang Qinghuai waved his hand and said, "The one who solved your problem is my brother Xu. You should give him the red seal. This thing has changed twice. Don't bully outsiders because they don't understand. This time the red seal can't be small!"

"Don't worry, sir. We at Jichengtang don't do that kind of thing."

The wealthy shopkeeper came up to Xu Yuan and bowed, "Thank you, Brother Xu! Please come in and have some tea."

After entering, the shopkeeper ordered someone to prepare a red envelope.

This so-called "red envelope" is the rule of Jichengtang, because when reprinting the almanac over the years, there will always be occasional changes in the printing workers.

Therefore, anyone who can help Jichengtang deal with these strange changes will be given a thank-you gift.

Jichengtang was in the business of printing books, so they wanted to appear more "elegant", so the thank-you gift was wrapped in red cloth, hence the name.

Before I finished my cup of tea, the servants had already brought the red envelope.

The shopkeeper suddenly said, "For some reason, the number of printers has doubled this year. I wonder if Brother Xu would be willing to come to our Jicheng Hall and take on the role of head of the back hall."

If you're willing, we've just obtained a copy of the Analects of Confucius, personally transcribed by a fifth-rate scholar, and we can give it to Brother Xu as a betrothal gift."

Xu Yuan's mind moved. The "Analects of Confucius" copied by a fifth-rate scholar himself was worth the gold nugget blessed by his commercial law. He should buy it!
Could it be that the result of Mr. Yan's calculation will end here?

Xu Yuanxian suppressed his inner excitement and continued to think deeply about it.

But is there anything on him that Ji Chengtang desperately needs, so much so that he is willing to spend gold nuggets to buy it back?

It seems not.

Unless I can help them solve the problem of reprinting.

Xu Yuan shook his head secretly and decided to wait and see.

"What a good thing." Xiang Qinghuai's eyes lit up, but he still smiled and said, "I'm afraid Manager Tang will be disappointed. My brother Xu is also an inspector of the Excretion Bureau."

Xu Yuan didn't wear his official uniform today.

"Ah!" Shopkeeper Tang quickly apologized: "Excuse me, my rudeness."

He handed over the red envelope and said, "Please accept it, Master Xu."

Xu Yuan took it and put it in his arms without even looking at it: "Every year, there are strange changes in the printing process. Hasn't Shopkeeper Tang thought of a solution?"

Shopkeeper Tang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I've thought about it, but unfortunately there's no good solution."

He didn't want to talk about it any more, so they chatted for a few more minutes. Jichengtang still had to deal with the aftermath, so Xu Yuan and Xiang Qinghuai said goodbye and left.

After coming out, Xiang Qinghuaicai said to Xu Yuan, "Jichengtang has thought of some methods, but they are all too expensive. After calculation, it is still the most cost-effective to use printing workers.

The extra silver given to the printer actually did not exceed one hundred taels in total.

Even if you factor in the annual red envelope fees, it's still a good deal. And Jichengtang simply wants to maintain its reputation as the only company in Jiaozhi that reprints the almanac, to facilitate their other businesses."

Xu Yuan sighed. No matter what time it is, the lives of people at the bottom of society are the cheapest.

That copy of "The Analects of Confucius" is not a copybook, but in the hands of a sixth-rate literary cultivator, they can draw out every character in it, and after combining them, they can unleash a power that is no less powerful than that of a fifth-rate copybook.

But for other practitioners, it does not have such a great effect.

Jichengtang got this thing obviously to deal with these strange printing workers.

It's just that things happened too quickly today, and the scholar in charge of "The Analects" didn't have time to take action.

After wandering around for a while, Xu Yuan still found nothing: "Let's go and try our luck at Qianjinfang tomorrow."

Xiang Qinghuai arranged for Xu Yuan to stay in the yamen. Xu Yuan tossed and turned all night: Is there any cheap and effective way to solve the problem of Jichengtang's transfer?
(End of this chapter)