Virtue is Abundant

Changhong Street.

This is a bar street, full of fish and dragons, busy with traffic, and every night, the music is loud and lively.

Wu Xiaode got out of the car, helped the clown mask on his face, and drove all the way, bypassing the front of the street, and knocked on the side door of a bar.

The camera on the door was aimed at him.

Wu Xiaode took out the card and waved it casually.

Waited for a few breaths.

The door opens.

Wu Xiaode walked in.

"Mr. Clown, you are quite unfamiliar." The waiter in charge of reception said.

"It's true that I don't come very often." Wu Xiaode said.

"Are you looking for fun, or business?"

"Do business."

"Follow me." The waiter smiled.

It was only after eight o'clock in the evening, there were not many people in the venue, and the music was very soft.

Wu Xiaode followed the waiter all the way in, and entered a box deep in the bar.

"welcome."

A bald man wearing sunglasses was sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigar while raising his glass to Wu Xiaode.

There were five or six coquettish and beautiful women sitting on the sofa.

Several burly men stood or sat guarding the door, their faces full of vicious and unruly expressions.

"I need to buy something." Wu Xiaode said.

The bald man randomly stroked the void in front of him a few times, and a soft female voice suddenly sounded in the box:

"Customer No. 3057, platinum card, use year: four years, anonymous."

The bald man gave a "tsk tsk" twice, exhaled smoke rings and said, "This platinum card has never been used—you must have a lot of money in your account—do you want to spend some money, my brother will take you to have a good time today ?”

"No need." Wu Xiaode said calmly.

"Your Excellency sounds like you are not yet eighteen years old. Tsk, getting this card means that you can spend the money on it as you like—come, let me show you the real prosperous side of the world, how about it?" the bald man asked. Grinning, revealing a mouth full of yellow and black rotten teeth.

"I said no need." Wu Xiaode said.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Go, get out, get out." The bald man waved to his side irritably.

Those beautiful girls got up one after another and walked towards the door of the box.

The thugs surrounded Wu Xiaode.

"You kid—"

The bald man was about to say a few more harsh words, but suddenly stopped talking.

The clown suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the wall.

A handprint several inches deep quietly appeared.

In addition to the cement, the place covered by the handprint happened to have a steel decorative plate.

The steel decorative panels were also pressed into the wall——

It looks like it's made of paper.

The clown withdrew his hand and sat there quietly without saying a word, as if nothing had happened.

The bald man paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed loudly and said, "Come on, brother, it's the first time we've met, come and sit down, let's have a drink together—"

"You girls with no winks, why are you still staring blankly? Feifei, Xiaoxiao, and Lili, let's serve the distinguished guests together!"

The girls laughed and surrounded Wu Xiaode from left to right.

"I don't need these, I'm in a hurry, I have something to buy soon." Wu Xiaode's voice came from behind the clown's mask.

"Okay, okay, listen to you."

The bald man made the girls retreat, poured a glass of wine for Wu Xiaode himself, and then asked, "Brother, what do you want?"

"An identity."

"How long?"

"Seven days."

"Seven days?"

"Yes, my time is very precious, seven days... is almost enough."

"No problem, let's choose."

The bald man snapped his fingers and said, "Qianqian, the twenty-first service category, providing holographic images for customers to choose from."

A burst of light and shadow suddenly appeared in the box, condensing into images of men with different appearances.

Wu Xiaode looked at these images and asked, "Is it reliable?"

"Absolutely, these people are with me. After you choose them, they will disappear for a day, and you will appear on the street as them—"

The bald man said emphatically, "Anything that happened that day will be blamed on them, even if it is murder."

"I guess the cost is not cheap." Wu Xiaode said.

"Of course, brother, you have card No. 3057 and you are our platinum customer, so you can enjoy this kind of service - the price is naturally worthy of the content of the service." The bald man said.

Wu Xiaode looked towards those figures.

These people are tall and short, fat and thin, and of different ages.

"If I choose this fat man, is there any way for me to pretend to be him?" Wu Xiaode pointed to a bald fat man.

"Injection speeds up cell metabolism, temporarily showing an aging body, and there are special modelers who will stick fat glue on your body, and there will be no problems with facial modeling. You can directly generate face masks; as for the pupils, there are also 3D printed ones. Special optical contact lenses, please rest assured."

"Very professional, not bad, but how to solve the height?" Wu Xiaode said.

"We have specialized martial arts masters who provide a one-time bone shrinkage service. It's a bit painful. You can choose a painless package." The bald man shrugged.

"Very good, I want this person's identity." Wu Xiaode said.

He pointed to a thin young man.

"Qianqian, read the data." The bald man said.

"Yes," the female voice began to read: "Name: Zhang Chen, a farmer in the first suburb of the capital, has been farming in Plantation No. 51 so far."

"The identity is innocent." The bald man said.

"Okay, it's him." Wu Xiaode said.

The compartment door opened.

Several men came in, looked at Wu Xiaode and said: "Guest, please follow us to complete the modeling."

Wu Xiaode stood up.

The bald man also stood up, laughed and stretched out his hand and said, "Brother, welcome to the underground world, you are really outstanding, I seem to have seen a rising star."

Wu Xiaode held his hand and said, "Do you have guns for sale?"

"Brother, guns are difficult to deal with. If we have that thing, it will be troublesome." The bald man said sincerely.

"Okay, I understand, thank you this time." Wu Xiaode said.

The bald man smiled and said, "You are always welcome."

Wu Xiaode followed those people out of the box.

After he left, the bald man breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the sofa, grabbed the wine bottle and drank wildly, muttering in a low voice:

"Damn, what a hell, almost scared me to death..."

One of his subordinates was puzzled and said: "Boss, it's just a handprint on the wall. Although this skill is good, it's not enough for you to be so polite."

Several other subordinates nodded in agreement.

The bald man leaned his neck back and gulped for a while. After finishing the bottle of wine completely, his face became a little more bloody.

He stood up, walked to the side of the wall, and said in a low tone:

"Do you know why I am the boss and you are not?"

The thugs shook their heads blankly.

"vision."

The bald man said, stretched out his hand, and tapped lightly next to the handprint.

clatter——

Fragments of bricks and stones kept falling down, and the entire wall several meters high sank directly inward.

The handprint from before is gone.

A giant handprint more than one meter long and several meters deep appeared on the wall.

The bald man didn't care about the astonishment of his subordinates, he took a few steps back and looked at the huge and hideous handprint to himself.

The previous unconvinced subordinate trembled:

"Boss, what the hell kind of trick is this? Just looking at it, I feel my legs trembling..."

The bald man snorted coldly, and cursed: "A group of little bastards, now they know they are afraid, they didn't wink at all, now get out and do things for me!"

The thugs were completely convinced now, and one by one bowed their heads and walked out of the box.

Boom!

The compartment door closed.

The bald man took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and murmured in a low voice:

"Damn, I was scared to death."

...

Under the night.

Changhong Street is brightly lit and bustling with crowds.

Wu Xiaode walked slowly along the street, and suddenly looked at the window of a shop.

The news is being broadcast on a large screen in the window.

The dignified and elegant hostess looked serious and said to the camera: "The murderer's method was extremely cruel. The two victims were tied to chairs and burned alive... The name of the murderer is: Wu Xiaode, who set fire to murder and is currently at large. Raise your vigilance, the special combat team has been dispatched..."

Wu Xiaode stood still.

Two patrolmen in black uniforms walked past him without looking at him.

At this moment, Wu Xiaode's appearance has changed into a person named Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen is a farmer in the suburbs, with a clean identity, he is extremely ordinary in the crowd, and will not attract anyone's attention at all.

Wu Xiaode's eyes flickered, and he looked towards the void.

The thick book with a black cover was quietly opened, revealing a line of small words written in ice crystals:

"Are you sure you want to issue a commission?"

"I am sure."

Wu Xiaode said silently in his heart.

The opportunity to issue a commission was obtained when the spirit of the ancestors was completed.

Wu Xiaode intends to use it.

I will soon go to the Devil's Nest of Death.

If Xia Huilan can be kept safe, I will have less worry in my heart.

I saw a line of small ice crystal characters appear again on the Book of the Dead:

"Please find a remote, quiet, and unmanned place so that this book can be commissioned on the wish wall."

Wu Xiaode thought about it for a while, and remembered that in this urban area, there were several demolished areas, and the houses were being demolished halfway, and no one lived there.

— just go there.

He was about to take a step when a piece of news on the big screen suddenly caught his attention.

I saw the host read: "The earthquake in the Western Ocean has just passed, but the coastal cities have not received any tsunami. This is quite fortunate, but it also makes us feel strange."

"Next, let's connect the frontline reporters."

The camera turns.

I saw a middle-aged man standing on the long embankment by the coast, with a helicopter parked beside him.

He held the microphone and said: "Friends in the audience, I am standing on the coast right now, but the tsunami did not arrive as expected. As you can see, the sea is calm... Wait, that is a mirage!"

He turned sideways and pointed in the direction of the sea.

On the distant sea level, many huge shadows soared silently and spread all over the place.

The middle-aged reporter said incessantly: "It's really spectacular. Everyone knows that a mirage is a virtual image formed by the light reflected by an object and refracted by the atmosphere. It is an optical illusion..."

His voice suddenly stopped.

Because the huge scene on the sea gradually became clear.

It was a huge palace complex shrouded in ice and snow.

On the walls of the palace complex, there stood one after another black skeletons, holding various weapons, with gloomy will-o'-the-wisps flashing in their eyes, looking towards the coast.