Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

Chapter 204 Parkour Academy 4

The old Taoist priest held a whisk in his hand, which swayed in the breeze. His eyes were sharp and he looked quite fierce.

The spectacle was visually stunning, perfectly matching everyone's fantasies about Taoist priests. A large portion of the people on the street believed it, maintaining a safe distance, taking out their phones, and preparing to ride the wave of trending topics.

Qin Baobao immediately believed it too.

reason?

Does her past experience, which was never reliable, count? Okay! More importantly, the old Taoist priest's gestures and movements were incredibly sophisticated, even though she couldn't discern anything special about them...

Perhaps it's because I'm not knowledgeable enough?

Qin Baobao chuckled self-deprecatingly, admitting that she had very poor judgment and often misjudged people. For example, there was that seemingly insignificant little Taoist priest from another world, whose techniques appeared to be nothing more than trickery and deception, yet he turned out to be an extraordinary figure with genuine skills. This was quite a slap in the face.

Qin Baobao looked around, trying to find out where the ghost was. But everything was calm except for a strange gust of wind that suddenly blew up a plastic bag on the ground and kicked it in the face of a passerby. There was really nothing unusual.

no……

Where are the ghosts and monsters? Don't scare me! I'm just a mortal now! I'm completely powerless. My body is as fragile as a piece of paper, unable to withstand any harm.

Qin Baobao was on high alert, clutching her newly bought phone. Without realizing it, she applied slight pressure, and the screen cracked into pieces, which fell off the phone like snowflakes.

"Master, you've got it wrong! It's not a demon!" Someone next to him grabbed the old Taoist's wide sleeve and whispered in his ear, "It's a ghost possessing him."

Then, grasping the Taoist priest's arm, he moved the duster towards Qin Baobao.

Qin Baobao: ……

Was it a mistake?

Qin Baobao glanced behind her; everyone nearby quickly moved away. She was now alone, and Fuchen was still pointing in this direction.

After all this fuss over relationships, you're looking for me?

Qin Baobao's gaze swept across the faces of the people opposite her.

We don't know each other! It's impossible for us to be enemies.

That's just playing me!

Can we tolerate this? Absolutely not.

Qin Baobao was furious and approached step by step, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

You all like kicking a steel plate, don't you? Today, I'll let you all enjoy the "fun" of kicking a steel plate.

The main reason Qin Baobao was angry was not because she was fooled, but because her unreliable experience had once again proven unreliable.

Why is it that others can always predict the future and make perfect plans, while for me—experience is just experience, and every time I try to turn the tables, I always hear the sound of being slapped in the face?

"You mere brat, how dare you be so insolent before this Daoist master! Just wait and see..."

Huh, what flew by?

The old Taoist priest blinked in confusion, only to find the area in front of him empty. Turning his head, he saw a group of people lying on the ground, the seven or eight he had brought huddled together in a pitiful state.

"Tell me, what happened?" a devilish whisper sounded beside him.

The old Taoist priest shuddered and almost fell over.

Oh my god, this vengeful ghost is too powerful. How can human beings possibly deal with it?

"Grandpa Ghost, spare us! We were only doing this for someone else, and we've been tricked." The old Taoist priest steadied himself, his knees buckled, and he knelt down before Qin Baobao.

So there was more to the story? I never imagined that the original owner, with her personality that seemed to want to hide in the ground, could get into such trouble. Indeed, appearances can be deceiving, and the sea cannot be measured by a bushel; the ancients were right.

"Who asked you to come?"

"I don't know, they only gave me one photo. My old eyes are failing and I can't see it clearly."

No sooner had the old Taoist priest finished speaking than a voice rang out impatiently, "We have professional ethics and cannot disclose client information."

The young man who had just guided the old Taoist priest lay on the ground with an upright expression. At this moment, he felt that his whole being had been elevated, unyielding to power or poverty, as if he were living in the light.

Qin Baobao slowly turned around and looked down at the person on the ground.

One of the young men shuddered, the dreamlike light and shadow vanished, and he felt excruciating pain all over his body, desperately trying to shrink back.

"You have to have professional ethics to do this job. I would never tell you that the other party did not leave any personal information at all."

The young man lowered his head immediately after speaking. He couldn't blame himself for lacking principles; he could only blame the brat for hitting him too hard, as he hadn't recovered yet.

Knowing she wouldn't get any answers, Qin Baobao dusted off non-existent dust and turned to leave.

As soon as I turned around, my eyes met those of someone by the wall. That distinctive round face—who else could it be but the chubby boy?

Qin Baobao rushed into the alley, while Zhou Junyi had already pulled his head back. Upon seeing Qin Baobao, he was terrified and kept backing away.

Qin Baobao grabbed his collar and lifted him up with one hand.

"Why are you running? I'm not going to eat you."

Then, looking at him meaningfully, she asked, "Is this related to you?"

"No, no, it's okay." The chubby boy avoided eye contact with Qin Baobao. After all, he was still young, and everything was written on his face, afraid that others wouldn't notice.

Qin Baobao put the person down. "Oh, so it's okay?"

The chubby boy's eyes lit up, and he subtly breathed a sigh of relief, finally managing to get away with it.

"Since it's okay..." Qin Baobao drawled, "then it's not too much for me to beat you up, is it?"

"Beat...beat...beat me?"

The chubby boy's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

You monster! Didn't I say it was okay? If it was okay, why did you still beat me up? Is there no justice in this world?

Soon, the chubby boy's pitiful wails echoed from the alley. Su Qian, who had gone to buy water for the eldest brother, witnessed almost the entire incident. Huddled in the shadows around the corner, she trembled and dared not make a sound.

Brother Zhou, I'm sorry! It's better for one person to get beaten than for two people to get beaten, right?

I'll take you to the hospital in a little while.

……

Since her new phone was gone, Qin Baobao had to pick up money again.

Buy a mobile phone, go online, and search for information.

Mu Bai, male, eight years old this year, father unknown, raised by his mother. His mother had him out of wedlock and has never worked.

and many more……

Since they don't have jobs, where do they get their living expenses? Qin Baobao checked Mu's mother's bank statements and found that a sum of money was deposited into Mu's mother's account every month.

Qin Baobao didn't need to investigate further; she already foresaw what a melodramatic story this was.

I rubbed my temples. Ugh, so annoying!

……

A few days later, Qin Baobao changed her gender, transferred schools, and moved into a luxury villa.

Mu's mother, who desperately wants to marry into a wealthy family, disagrees.

Use money to win her over.

If you're already from a wealthy family, do you still need to marry into another wealthy family?

But... I feel a little bad for my new friend. We agreed that we'd fight every time we met. And then, in just a few days, less than a week, the other person disappeared.

I have to say, exercising every day has made my steps much lighter.

It's a pity.