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Xia Chuan brought Huang Xiuhua back to the Jade Building openly, but found a woman from the studio waiting at the door.

"Mr. Xia," the woman said with a big smile, "We need to edit and add subtitles, but we are not sure about the lyrics of your first song. We are afraid that we may have made a mistake. Can you write a copy for us?"

"Okay." Xia Chuan took the paper and pen and finished it in one stroke.

The woman was sweating profusely. It was a good thing she came to ask. The people at the TV station were so wrong in writing lyrics based on the songs they listened to. The artistic conception was far from Xia Chuan's.

The secretary came over again and reported, "Mr. Xia, Uncle Chen is here and is waiting for you in the bedroom."

Xia Chuan frowned slightly.

Huang Xiuhua happily pulled him upstairs and into the bedroom.

Uncle Chen was still as skinny as ever. The Taoist priest had cured his illness last time, but he looked even weaker than last time. He lay there coughing non-stop, and it seemed that he didn't even have the strength to sit up.

"Uncle Chen, are you okay?" Huang Xiuhua quickly helped him up and massaged his back, but she was worried. Xia Chuan obviously didn't like Uncle Chen. Was it just because he showed up uninvited and was lying in my bedroom?

She couldn't help feeling a little bitter. Li Jiacheng treated Uncle Chen like a hermit, but in Xia Chuan's eyes, there was no need to make friends with him.

How can he let Xia Chuan treat him?

Uncle Chen suddenly felt a trace of energy pouring into his lungs, but it was only enough to calm his cough and allow him to speak.

Xia Chuan looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes as deep as the underworld.

Uncle Chen smiled slightly and said, "I'm not looking for you to treat my illness."

"I know." Xia Chuan said coldly.

Huang Xiuhua trembled all over and slowly lowered her head. Xia Chuan could cure Fei Fei, a stranger he met, but could not save Uncle Chen. Was he offended just because he did not respect him?

Uncle Chen was relieved and continued, "Don't do it anymore. Everything is destined. If you force it to change, you will only destroy yourself."

Huang Xiuhua was shocked again. What did Uncle Chen see?

Xia Chuan was still cold: "You didn't appreciate the old Taoist's sacrifice, you shouldn't try to understand the secrets of heaven again."

Huang Xiuhua suddenly understood, but was still worried. Uncle Chen did it for Xia Chuan, but Xia Chuan didn't appreciate it. She felt that the old man's sacrifice was not worth it.

Uncle Chen was a little disappointed and said again: "Believe me, you are only one step away from death. We are all in a cage and everything is destined. Compared to the controller, you are just dust, not even an ant."

Xia Chuan was silent for a long time, then asked faintly, "Have you noticed that I've always been walking on this line?"

Uncle Chen was gradually stunned. He suddenly realized that the thing he had tried so hard to spy on was actually worthless.

He only saw a cross-section of the line, while Xia Chuan saw the whole thing, and he was walking on this line.

Xia Chuan slowly asked again: "Am I still dust?"

Uncle Chen came back to his senses and said softly, "You are an ant."

"Yes, that's right, you are just the biggest ant." Xia Chuan paused and said coldly: "You are the only one left in this world, go to hell."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

There is a limit to how much disruption this world can allow.

He has already reached his limit and is standing on the line of death, and he cannot afford to make any mistakes.

It's like water boiling at 100 degrees. Xia Chuan's temperature has already reached 99 degrees. Saving Uncle Chen would be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Uncle Chen certainly understood. He smiled happily and said, "Hua'er, I have no children. Please prepare my funeral."

Huang Xiuhua burst into tears.

……

Xia Chuan walked out of the Jade Building, also feeling bitter. The light in his heart reminded him that if he saved Uncle Chen, he would die.

The punishment of heaven is death and there is no chance of survival. There is no way to resist.

Xia Chuan's heart lamp is the only safety guarantee that can keep him from crossing the line.

If it weren't for the heart lamp, he would have been saved, but he would have also died.

The heart lamp helped him avoid many disasters.

This is the only thing that is not controlled by the rules of heaven, and it is also Xia Chuan's only capital to fight against the controller.

He did not try to spy on the secrets of fate, but instead took the initiative at every step. To outsiders, he seemed to be entangled by great luck. If a bullet flew at him, he would definitely fall down in advance and then pick up a gold ingot.

On the contrary, people like Uncle Chen are bound to be widowered, lonely and disabled. Every time he peeks into someone, he gets into trouble and never fails to gain any advantage.

Xia Chuan decided to restrain himself.

No more harvesting in a van.

The shanty towns can no longer get pie in the sky. Giving them wealth beyond their ability would be murder.

This principle is summed up in one sentence by Laozi: "The five colors make one blind, the five sounds make one deaf, the five flavors make one's mouth numb, hunting makes one's heart crazy, and hard-to-get goods hinder one's progress."

To put it bluntly, if you give them more money they will go crazy and won't know whether they should go fishing or fight with Boss Dong. If they lose their minds, they will bring about their own destruction.

So Xia Chuan changed to precision strikes to ensure Huang Xiuhua's safety first.

After repeatedly confirming with the heart lamp.

Identify the first target, the biggest threat to Huang Xiuhua.

……

Xia Chuan used his mental power to unlock the door, pushed open the door of a high-end apartment, and walked in silently.

There was only one woman inside, who looked to be in her thirties, dressed in mourning clothes with a white ribbon around her head. She was standing in front of the altar, on which there was a portrait of the deceased.

Xia Chuan remembered that he was the one who killed the person, but he didn't know his name. He never asked the dead people's names.

The woman's eyes were dull and she muttered to herself:

"I really can't kill Xia Chuan, so I can only kill Huang Xiuhua to bury you. I'm waiting for Xia Chuan to leave, don't worry."

"You have no chance." Xia Chuan sighed.

The woman's whole body shook violently, she turned back abruptly, and looked at Xia Chuan in shock.

"How did you get in?" the woman asked. Her mourning clothes could not hide her beauty. She had a good look and figure, quite enchanting.

Xia Chuan said calmly: "Is this your last words?"

The woman froze, her eyes full of deep resentment, and after a while she said, "You even kill women, you rubbish."

Xia Chuan asked back: "After you kill Huang Xiuhua, should I kill you?"

"But I haven't killed him yet, so maybe I'll be the one who dies." The woman said confidently.

Xia Chuan smiled: "If I don't kill you, you will definitely succeed, so I have to kill you. But you can tell me your last words. If it's not too much trouble, I might do it for you."

The woman's eyes began to jump, and after ten seconds, she finally said, "I just want to sleep with you once, so as not to waste this life."

She decided to burst Xia Chuan's balls first, and then cut them into pieces and eat them raw.

Xia Chuan actually said: "Take off all your clothes and put them away."

The woman thought Xia Chuan thought her mourning clothes were unlucky, so she immediately took them off, leaving only a dazzling white outfit, and then put all her clothes into the closet.

When he turned around again, Xia Chuan was holding a jade pendant in his hand.

"Do you want to take a shower?" The woman didn't feel any danger at all.

"No, a vicious soul cannot be cleansed by water."

The woman disappeared in an instant.

Xia Chuan picked up her shoes, walked to the huge shoe cabinet and put them away, and even sighed: "I didn't know. I thought there was a centipede living here."

Then he opened the door and left without leaving any trace.