After a long pause.
The construction supervisor snapped back to reality, instinctively looking at the schoolchildren and guards, then at the workers. If not for the excited expression on the child's face, he would have suspected a conspiracy between the workers and the child, a scam. "Pain's Shinra Tensei" for construction, who would believe that?
Despite this.
The construction supervisor couldn't help but say:
"Pain? Xiong Jie, are you sure you're not kidding me? Is the Pain you're talking about the same Pain I understand? Pain from Naruto?"
"Yes..."
As Xiong Jie nodded and was about to explain, Hao Ye interrupted him, excitedly chiming in:
"Yes, Uncle, this uncle is talking about Pain from Naruto, one of the original members of the Akatsuki organization, the owner of the Rinnegan, who was talked to death by Naruto's talk no jutsu, sacrificed himself, and resurrected the people of the Leaf Village he killed, a great god!"
"..."
The construction supervisor's mouth twitched, and he instinctively looked at Xiong Jie.
In response.
Xiong Jie coughed and nodded, bracing himself:
"Boss, this child is right. I'm talking about that Six Paths Pain. Believe me, really. I saw it with my own eyes, and others saw it too."
Immediately after.
Fearing he would be fired and fearing Hao Ye would interrupt, he quickly described the entire process of encountering the blood-faced female ghost and Pain's appearance in detail, even imitating Pain's and the blood-faced female ghost's expressions and movements in detail.
It was at this moment.
As if knowing that Xiong Jie's explanation might not convince the construction supervisor, the guard also spoke up and showed him the photo of Pain on the roof as proof that Xiong Jie wasn't lying.
It could be seen that.
When Xiong Jie and the workers looked at the photo, they all excitedly pointed at it, identifying it as the Pain they saw, absolutely no mistake, they would recognize him even if he turned to ash.
The construction supervisor fell silent.
Finally.
He glanced at Pain, then at the guards and schoolchildren, his mouth twitching as he picked up the phone and dialed the number of the scenic spot manager. When the call connected:
"Hello... I'm also calling you about this noise... How should I put it, there's a problem with the building... Repairs? It might not be repairable... Yes, it can't be repaired because the building was blown up."
As the conversation progressed, Xiong Jie and the others saw the construction supervisor bowing and apologizing on the phone, then saying:
"No, let me explain. The destruction of the building is not our fault, really. Believe me, let me explain... It was Pain. He encountered a female ghost there, and then a Shinra Tensei destroyed the building."
...
On the other side.
Tokyo, Fuka House.
"Wei Ge, you're back. How was your trip to Mount Fuji? Haha."
Yu Xiaoqi enthusiastically asked Zhang Wei as soon as he opened the door.
Not long ago, Zhang Wei had left Tokyo without lingering, using the excuse of visiting Sakura Country to go to Mount Fuji. Now, with one day left before he had to return, Zhang Wei had come back, and tomorrow he would return to China with Yu Xiaoqi.
"It was very good. I had a lot of fun anyway."
Recalling the wool he had "sheared" in the past two days, Zhang Wei said with a smile.
In his words.
He looked at the system panel:
【Host】: Zhang Wei
【System Points】: 34190
【Ghost Exorcism Divine Ability】: Oni-baki Mon
【Items】: Forty-meter great sword, Infinite Yellow Talisman, One-time ability 'Temporary Bestowal', Fallen Angel Spear and other equipment, Demon God's Heart, Super Saiyan figurine...
In two days, he had gained nearly twenty thousand system points.
"As long as you had fun, that's good. By the way, Wei Ge, do you need to buy anything? We're going back tomorrow, do you want to buy some souvenirs? I'm going out to buy some later, to buy some souvenirs for Li Junfei and the others."
"Then help me buy some. I won't go with you."
"Okay."
Afterward.
Seeing Yu Xiaoqi and the others leave, Zhang Wei put his luggage back in his room, preparing to go out for a meal, and then, before returning, he wanted to see if he could encounter ghosts again to "shear wool."
On his way out.
Zhang Wei thought for a moment, clicked on his contacts, and sent a message to his father, Zhang Ping.
【Zhang Wei】: Dad, I've bought my ticket. The flight is at 11:40 tomorrow morning. Remember to pick me up on time. Pointing at watch to see time.jpg
...
On the other side.
Daxia, Xiamen City, Zhang Wei's home.
At this moment.
Zhang Ping was lying on his side on the sofa, watching a domestic "lightning" drama and said:
"Tearing ghosts with bare hands is so exciting to watch, haha. Honey, don't you really want to come and see? It's hilarious."
As soon as he spoke.
A woman's voice came from the kitchen:
"No, that's not good. It's not as good as watching cooking videos. Husband, what do you want to eat tonight? We just got back last night, and there are only carrots left from the food we bought."
"Whatever. Honey, I like whatever you cook. If you boil me some water, I'll think it's Nongfu Spring, and it'll taste good."
Zhang Ping grinned and rubbed his chin stubble, continuing with a smile:
"Then let's not watch the hand-tearing ghosts. Let's watch the steamed buns hiding grenades. Throwing out a steamed bun is a grenade, and you can eat it, hahaha, this is also very 'lightning'."
Just as he was speaking.
Ding dong.
The WeChat notification sound rang.
Zhang Ping picked up his phone and couldn't help but exclaim:
"Yo, honey, our 'thief' sent us a message. The flight is at 11:40 tomorrow morning."
As he spoke, Zhang Ping replied to Zhang Wei:
【Loving Father Zhang Ping】: OK gesture.jpg
At the same time.
Zhang Wei's mother in the kitchen heard news from Zhang Wei and poked her head out from the kitchen:
"11:40? Then don't stay up late tonight, husband. We're quite far from the airport. By the way, should we bring some food for our son, or should we pick him up and then go eat together, since it'll be lunchtime?"
"Hey, honey, you don't need to worry so much. Our 'son thief' is all grown up. We'll eat after picking him up. Let him eat by himself before getting on the plane."
Zhang Ping picked his nose.
In response.
Zhang Wei's mother gave Zhang Ping a look:
"I think you just don't want to spend money to treat our son to a meal, right? Didn't you take 100,000 yuan from our son? You haven't gone out to eat with your son for a long time."
"Cough, I took 100,000 yuan, but I gave you 80,000, and I kept 20,000 for myself. I sent 10,000 as a red packet in the employee group to show off, so they know my son, a university student, is making money. The remaining 10,000, I wanted to buy a potted plant."
Zhang Ping's father had a hobby of tinkering with potted plants and other vegetation.
"Then I'll pay."
Zhang Wei's mother said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ping immediately got up and said:
"Then let's eat at a five-star hotel!"
"Hmm? Husband, you've gotten bolder, daring to "shear" my wool too, haven't you?"
"No, no, I'm just showing off for you in front of our son, so our son knows how much his mother loves him."
"Alright, alright, you're so eloquent. By the way, have you prepared the joss paper for He Juan and the others?"