Chapter 404 Come to the door
"Hubby, do you think I betrayed you? During those three months when I was missing... Actually... I actually went to a place that was not what you thought..."

Murong Ji had no memory of her disappearance. "We are divorced. Although we still live together, we are divorced. Do you understand?"

Qu Tong's lips trembled a little, "Hubby! I..."

Murong Ji saw that there was nothing to say, and he lost the desire to listen to those words, so he turned and went into the bedroom. Just as he was about to close the door, someone suddenly squeezed in.

Qu Tong hugged Murong Ji tightly, buried her head in his chest, trembling twitching, and her tears gradually wet his shirt.

Murong Ji sighed softly, "I am not Jiang Nanxi, you love the wrong person."

"I know. I created you using my husband's consciousness. I...I...you are him."

Murong Ji: "..."

Suddenly, Qu Tong picked up Murong Ji with great force, and they both fell on the bed without waiting for Murong Ji to speak.

Qu Tong said, "I was found by the National Security Bureau before. They took me to a place and said I had a turbulent fate. There I met a silly little girl and some orcs..."

Qu Tong said a lot, and kept talking, even mentioning Liao Zhong and the members of the bunker he knew, for fear that Murong Ji would not believe him.

Murong Ji felt somewhat helpless. He could sense that at this moment, Qu Tong was more focused on relaxing the pressure in her heart. Obviously, coming into contact with another world made her very frightened.

Perhaps, in her heart, killing Jiang Nanxi was also painful...

He patted her shoulders gently, stimulating her acupoints, and Qu Tong gradually fell asleep.

He pushed her off his body, covered her with the quilt, and slowly fell asleep.

The next morning, after breakfast and sending Beibei to school, I headed towards the Tianmu Building. After meeting the agent from yesterday, the two of us got into the elevator together.

After entering the office area, Murong Ji followed to the chairman's office.

As soon as he entered the door, Murong Ji saw a noble lady, about thirty years old, with a gentle face and a smile on her lips, but her eyes were full of death.

Two words suddenly popped up in Murong Ji's mind: dead heart. There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart. Such a person almost doesn't care about anything anymore.

Looking around, the whole office is filled with pink dots of light. [Is this Qi? ] Is it mostly Qi that comes from my own practice?
Seeing Murong Ji and the other man come in, the lady stood up with a signature smile on her face, "This must be Mr. Murong, my name is Dou Mei."

Murong Ji's pupils shrank slightly. Quan Xing! Dou Mei! Intestinal poison! Three words appeared in his mind. He suppressed his emotions and said, "Hello, Mr. Dou. I didn't expect that you were the one who bought carbonyl sulfide."

Dou Mei was not surprised that Murong Ji knew her, after all, she was also a well-known entrepreneur.

"Please take a seat."

After they sat down, the agent poured tea for the two of them, and Dou Mei said, "I think Mr. Murong is a straightforward person, so let's get straight to the point, how about that?"

"Very good." As he said that, Murong Ji took out the egg-sized piece of carbonyl sulfide and placed it on the table.

Dou Mei snapped her fingers, and the secretary immediately went out and brought someone in. Murong Ji had seen this person before. He was one of the materials teachers whose class he had taken.

After inspection, he weighed the weight, nodded to Dou Mei, signed the appraisal certificate, and left with the secretary.

"Mr. Murong, how much do you plan to sell it for?"

Murong Ji retracted his gaze and said slowly: "Seven million per gram."

"Six million."

"it is good."

"..."

Dou Mei was silent for a moment, and suddenly wondered if the price was too high. After thinking about it, she felt that this thing could bring her a lot of benefits and could play a very important role on high-tech machines.

Besides, the precision instruments processed can also be sold for a lot of money.

Dou Mei took the test piece and took a look. This piece of carbon yne sulfide weighed 74 grams. She smiled slightly and signaled her secretary to print out the contract and the amount.

After signing the contract, Murong Ji looked at the more than 400 million yuan that had arrived and breathed a sigh of relief. [This thing is valuable. Can I sell it separately in the future? ]

After Dou Mei transferred the money to the agent, she signaled the agent to leave. There were only two people left in the office. Dou Mei stood up and poured Murong Ji a glass of red wine.

"Long Hui, I brought it from the capital. This is the wine brewed by the Chinese themselves." As he said this, he placed the wine glass in front of Murong Ji.

Murong Ji picked it up and sniffed it gently. After making sure that it was not drugged, he took a sip. It was a little hard to get used to. He was not a big drinker and could not taste the flavor.

After putting it down, he didn't say anything. Fortunately, Dou Mei didn't ask too many questions and really let him have a taste.

"Mr. Murong, can you tell me how to make this thing?"

Murong Ji looked at the increasingly intense pink light spots around him, his expression unchanged. Is this 'intestinal poison' really that magical?

Can't resist with your own willpower?

"I got it by chance, and I don't know how to make it. But from what I know, the threshold for making this thing is very high."

Murong Ji carefully sensed his emotions. To put it bluntly, it was acting on his soul, and by the way, it increased the specific hormones in his body. He really had a feeling of wanting to indulge, and this feeling was very comfortable.

"That's a shame."

Murong Ji looked at the time and said, "It's getting late. I'll go back first. We can work together again if there's a chance."

"I'll see you off." Dou Mei just said that, with no intention of getting up at all.

Murong Ji: "No need."

As soon as I left the building, Qu Tong called me.

"Honey, what are you doing? Why is there suddenly so much money on the card?" Qu Tong's voice sounded a little anxious, and her tone was full of worry.

Murong Ji was startled. How did she know that? "I sold a kind of material. It's legal."

"Remember to file your taxes, or you'll be in trouble."

"understood."

With the money, Murong Ji wanted to find connections and buy cultivation resources. After thinking carefully, he realized that he had no ability to protect himself and could be manipulated by others. He had no room for resistance.

Thinking of this, Murong Ji became a little irritated unconsciously. He came to his senses and thought, "It seems that I have to exchange cultivation resources with those rich and powerful people."

It's helpless. They control the fundamental resources and means of production. There's nothing we can do. We are unwilling to bow our heads, so this is the only option.

At night, Murong Ji continued to sneak into the hospital to do business, but this time he no longer wanted money, but various training resources.

After two years of careful sneaking, Murong Ji had a lot of good things in his hands, including various aged medicinal herbs, rare mineral essences, ancient bronze alchemy furnaces, and so on.

With a large amount of resources accumulated, Murong Ji's practice went much more smoothly. After laying a solid foundation at the second level of Jade Purity, he broke through to the third level of Jade Purity.

It is not easy to build up a solid foundation in two years. There is very little spiritual energy in this world that can be used for cultivation, and there is almost no evil energy. There is some energy of the five elements, but it is of no use.

He even used the light of the sun and the moon.

In order to practice, Murong Ji tried his best. He chose a precious land in the Baiyun Mountains and planned to build a villa. It was called a villa, but in fact it was a villa to steal the power of the earth veins for practice.

Who would have thought that this place had already become a villa area, which saved him a lot of effort and time. Murong Ji bought the best place in Fengyun and openly built Qiheng Mansion in the basement.

After moving, Qu Tong naturally moved in as well. Murong Ji didn't say anything. In the past two years, in addition to the affairs of husband and wife, they also developed some feelings as family members.

Murong Ji sat cross-legged in the training room, madly absorbing the power of the earth veins. As the saying goes, what you borrow must be returned. He could not afford to bear the consequences of this if it erupted.

When he has nothing to do, he will take great pains to sort out the veins of the earth, even though they are only near his home.

"I can use the Earth-Walking Immortal Technique in the future to sort out the depths of Baiyun Mountain." Murong Ji had just finished his training when a shout came from outside the door.

"Hubby! It's time to eat!"

Murong Ji let out a long breath. It won't be long before the third level is complete. With the help of the power of the earth veins, the speed of cultivation will be much faster. In half a year, he will be able to break into the fourth level.

After walking to the restaurant and washing her hands, she sat at the dining table. Looking at Qu Tong busying herself, she was a typical good wife and mother. If they were really ordinary, their life would be very happy.

While we were eating, someone rang the doorbell.

Just as Murong Ji was about to move, Qu Tong stood up and said, "I'll go."

Seeing Beibei looking out curiously, he simply picked her up and walked towards the living room together.

Qu Tong was talking to those people, but her voice was not loud and I couldn't hear clearly.

Seeing Murong Ji coming out, the man in the plaid shirt who was leading the group looked Murong Ji up and down, and then said, "Are you Murong Ji? Where were you in mid-July two years ago?"

His expression was full of questions and more than just arrogance.

Murong Ji was somewhat familiar with this situation. On Qingyun Mountain, those children of noble families spoke to the common people living down the mountain in this way.

He looked at them with a half-smile, there were four people in the group. The one wearing a plaid shirt was a bald man. He had a kind smile, but his face was full of flesh.

The other three were wearing suits. They were all extraordinary people and their strength was quite strong.

"What do you do?" Murong Ji's voice was a little cold.

Hearing this tone, the leading man was startled, touched his bald head, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "We are not bad people, we just want to ask you something. Once we have clarified it, we will leave immediately and will not entangle you."

Murong Ji still had that expression, "I'm in the lab, what's wrong?"

"Laboratory? Can anyone prove it?"

"If no one proves it, the experimental results will not count." After the words fell, Murong Ji directly took out a pigeon egg-sized piece of carbonyl sulfide. "If you want the experimental records, it is impossible..."

"Are you kidding us? It's just a lump of carbon." The bald man looked puzzled and looked at Murong Ji with an unfriendly look.

(End of this chapter)