First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 149: Follow Me, We’re Sending That Dead Old Hag to Her Grave

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Lu Ding didn’t want any trouble in the future.

Especially not with that dead old hag.

Who knew if she’d pull some “I'd rather die trying” move to repay a favor, even if it meant dragging the emperor off his horse?

To prevent these unstable variables from happening—

She. Must. Die!

Sensing something off about Lu Ding’s aura,

Bai Hemen reached out, wanting to pat the girl’s shoulder and borrow her phone to show Lu Ding.

But before he could even move, Lu Ding blocked him.

Signaled him to sit down.

“What’s up with you?”

“Nothing, change of plans—we’re swinging by somewhere else first.”

“Oh.”

Bai Hemen responded but didn’t ask where.

Though he could pretty much guess. Very likely, it had to do with the person in that video.

He thought about it: “Shouldn’t we warn that girl?”

Lu Ding shook his head. “No need. If she was gonna die, she’d be dead already. This little bit of time won’t make a difference.”

After all, from what Dong Wenrui said just now, that dead old hag had already been carving stuff a few days ago.

“If we warn her now, she might slip up and bring disaster on herself.”

That’s just how it is. So many messy dramas and movies show the same thing—

Things were fine when no one knew, but then someone had to go spill the beans.

And once someone knows, they can’t keep it to themselves.

They blow the whole thing.

With eyes as clear as Dong Wenrui’s, she was already completely under that old woman’s thumb.

Lu Ding didn’t believe for a second she could act the same after finding out the truth.

Might as well not tell her yet. Let her carve, let her write. He’d be there by tonight at the latest.

He’d travel under the stars and moon, and land a punch on that dead old hag to send her straight to the afterlife.

End of story. Once heaven and earth reclaim Ye Li’s fate, that’s it.

And Lu Ding had even thought of a way to do it without getting punished.

A wicked grin flashed across his face.

Bai Hemen looked at him in total confusion. “Why are you angry one second and smiling the next?”

“It’s hard to explain. Just stick with me later.”

Lu Ding said, and went back to listening to music.

His life these days was nonstop chaos—everyone needed him.

He really was like a brick: pick him up and drop him wherever he’s needed.

But that was fine too. This way, he could crush all problems in the cradle.

It wasn’t trouble coming to him—

He was the one going to trouble.

And that made all the difference.

On this end, Lu Ding and Bai Hemen were still en route to Longyang.

Meanwhile—

Yunmeng.

The Lan Family.

Back in Yunmeng, the more Lan Mingli thought about it, the angrier he got.

For three days, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep, no matter how he looked at it—it all came down to three words:

Bullying me!!!

It was just too much!!

Then a thought hit him.

“Aren’t Lu Ding and Bai Hemen coming to Yunmeng!?”

“Didn’t they say they were gonna challenge Yunmeng’s prodigies!?”

“Alright then—I’ll give you a proper promo!”

After clashing with Lu Ding and Bai Hemen, he knew full well—just Bai Hemen alone wasn’t someone anyone below the top three could mess with.

Lu Ding? Probably only the top rank could take him on.

Terrifying.

And Lan Mingli? Ranked ninth.

Looking at it another way—if all the guys ranked above him got their butts kicked, then he wouldn’t look bad at all, right?

Once he figured that out,

he immediately launched into a full-blown campaign hyping up Lu Ding.

After all, he lost fair and square. Nothing to be ashamed of. Who could say they’d never lose in their whole life?

Hype him up, hype him to the heavens!

He went all in.

A bunch of people were skeptical.

“Is Lu Ding really that strong? You’re not just hyping him up to make your own loss look better, are you?”

Lan Mingli: “Lu Ding, in the Linghai Realm, dared to fight a Si Ming.”

“Sure, he’s strong, but you can’t just boost others while killing our own morale.”

Lan Mingli: “Lu Ding, Linghai Realm, soloed a Si Ming.”

“Alright, alright, he’s impressive. But we’ve got strong ones too, okay? Besides, he only beat a Si Ming with a powered-up move. We’re not in some agreed-upon duel. Hit him while he’s unprepared and stop him from powering up, he’s not all that.”

Lan Mingli: “Lu Ding, Linghai Realm, solo kill on a Si Ming.”

The others were pissed: “Are you nuts? That’s all you ever say. Did Lu Ding knock your brain loose or something?”

Lan Mingli: “You yelling at me?”

“I can’t beat Lu Ding, but you think I can’t beat you?”

Lan Mingli launched into a full-on beatdown and felt great.

Refreshed, relaxed—his whole mood lifted.

Don’t ask him why. Ask and the answer was: learned it from Bai Hemen.

As for Bai Hemen, he’d learned it while guarding the door, listening to Li Baoxiang talk on the phone—with his aunt.

Thanks to Lan Mingli’s “contribution,” all of Yunmeng now knew Lu Ding was coming.

Then a few days passed, and Lu Ding still hadn’t shown up.

People started feeling something was off.

“Didn’t they say Lu Ding was hot-tempered? Why hasn’t he shown up yet—don’t tell me he chickened out?”

Of course, anyone who said that was just trying to boost their own aura while dragging someone else down. No one wanted to admit defeat before the fight even started.

But there are always a few dimwits who stir the pot just to see what happens,

and they spread it around.

Before long, three people saying the same thing turned rumor into “fact.”

Gossip spread like wildfire. Nobody believed it all—but hey, it was entertaining.

It even boosted morale.

On this side, the rumors continued to spread.

On the other side,

Lu Ding arrived in Longyang that afternoon.

As soon as he stepped out of the station, he found a quiet spot and flew straight into the air, landing in front of Chang Yan’s mother’s grave.

Bai Hemen followed behind using Stealth Movement.

When they got there, they saw the area around the tombstone was clean and tidy.

Fresh flowers were placed neatly to the side.

This was something Chang Yan had specifically instructed someone to do—fresh flowers every day for his mother.

But he couldn’t come himself, because he was part of the Tianli Cult, and this was the city—749 Bureau jurisdiction.

Sending flowers through someone else was fine. 749 turned a blind eye—everyone has family.

But if you showed up in person, they had to arrest you.

Now that Chang Yan was gone, those fresh flowers probably wouldn’t be showing up anymore.

But that was alright.

Lu Ding squatted down,

took out the petal from his coat, wrapped it in spiritual energy, and pressed it hard against the tombstone.

The force sank deep into the wood without cracking it.

A petal-shaped mark now appeared on the tombstone.

A breeze blew by, lifting the corners of Lu Ding’s mouth into a smile. “You probably miss her a lot too, huh.”

Bai Hemen walked over and handed him the urn.

Lu Ding took it, dug a small hole in the ground, and gave the urn a tap against the tombstone.

“I don’t really know how you felt about her. But she followed you in life, and she should follow you in death too.”

“Auntie, she liked your son, you know. I won’t bury her in the same grave, but I’ll make you neighbors. If you think that’s alright, maybe give Chang Yan a nudge—bring her over, and the three of you can be together again.”

Lu Ding buried the urn, covered it with dirt,

and stomped twice to pack it down—no fuss or ceremony.

Then he scraped the mud off his shoes on the edge of the mound.

Lu Ding looked over at Bai Hemen. “Keep up. Let’s go send that trouble-making dead old hag to the afterlife.”