Rebirth: A big star falls in love with me

The air in the conference room seemed to freeze.

The moment Zhang Yu bent down to pick up the sandalwood bead, he saw a coin-sized purple spot on the inside of Mr. Li's wrist, which was covered with age spots, like a drop of poisonous blood on the pale skin.

"Young man, I heard that your needles can tell the difference between life and death?" Mr. Li's voice sounded like sandpaper rubbing against copper. He unbuttoned his Tang suit, revealing a festering wound below his collarbone.

The smell of rotten meat mixed with agarwood instantly filled the conference room, and the financial director rushed out retching on the spot.

Qiu Tong dug her nails into her palms.

She remembered that on the day of her husband's funeral three years ago, the same stench lingered.

The cicadas outside the window suddenly fell silent. Zhang Yu had already unfolded the deerskin needle bag. The nine-inch-long golden needles were emitting a strange halo in the morning light.

"This is a corpse abscess." Zhang Yu's needle tip was suspended three inches above the wound. "Have you collected any jade artifacts from Ming Dynasty tombs recently?" Before he finished speaking, the bodyguard behind Mr. Li suddenly drew his gun and put the black muzzle against his temple.

The teacup in Qiu Mingde's hand shattered with a bang: "Mr. Li! This kid is talking nonsense..."

"Let him speak." Li Lao's cloudy eyes suddenly flashed, "How do you know?"

"The wound was green and smelly, and the rotten flesh was like cotton wool but there were no maggots."

Zhang Yu's needle tip trembled slightly. "It is recorded in the Records of Strange Diseases that during the Wanli period, a tomb robber suffered from this disease, and needed to use Thunder Fire Golden Needle combined with 100-year-old mugwort." He suddenly turned to Qiu Tong, "Vice President, please turn off the exhaust fan in the conference room."

When the last breath of air stopped, the golden needle suddenly buzzed.

Zhang Yu shook his wrist slightly, and the needle rotated on its own and pierced into the wound.

Veins bulged on Mr. Li’s neck and a low beast-like growl came from his throat.

Dark clouds suddenly gathered outside the window, and a bolt of lightning struck the lightning rod on the roof. The lights in the entire building dimmed and brightened in an instant.

The rotten flesh bubbled up like boiling water, and the bodyguard's gun muzzle began to tremble.

Three silver needles suddenly appeared in Zhang Yu's left hand, and they pierced into Mr. Li's Tiantu, Tanzhong and Qihai acupoints as fast as meteors.

When the golden needle was completely immersed in the flesh, a stream of black blood spurted out of the wound, condensed into a strange skull shape in the air, and disappeared without a trace before hitting the ground.

"Avoid eating meat for three days, and boil medicine with water without roots at midnight."

Zhang Yu grabbed the meeting minutes paper and wrote a prescription, but before the ink was dry, it was snatched away by Mr. Li.

The old man stared at the hexagram at the end of the prescription and suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter making the crystal chandelier jingle.

Only then did Qiu Tong realize that her back was soaked.

She watched Zhang Yu pack up the needle bag, and a blue light like electric current flashed between the young man's pale fingers.

There was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor, and the marketing director burst open the door and shouted: "The Taobao people kidnapped Boss Liu!"

The rain fell in torrents.

When Zhang Yu rushed into the underground garage, he saw the familiar silver Mercedes disappearing at the exit.

Lao Lu came out of the power distribution room, holding up the server hard drive that was still sparking: "They tampered with the customer data, but I intercepted the IP..."

Before he could finish his words, a black Buick suddenly appeared in front of him.

The car window rolled down, and the man in the Taobao orange POLO shirt took off his sunglasses and said, "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Ma wants to treat you to some West Lake Longjing tea."

The agarwood bracelet on his wrist was exactly the same as the one Mr. Li had, and on the passenger seat was a briefcase with the Genting Capital logo printed on it.

The sound of Qiu Tong's high heels echoed in the empty garage.

She held up her phone, which was still dripping with water. “I just received an anonymous email saying that Mr. Liu’s iron foundry was exposed for using child labor.”

The blue light of the screen illuminated the new bruise on her neck. "The photo was taken... on the day my husband died."

Amid the roar of thunder, Zhang Yu's temple was throbbing.

He recalled the fate-changing medical accident in the original time and space, in which the patient also had strange bruises on his neck.

Old Lu suddenly grabbed his wrist and quickly drew a string of binary code on his palm: "This is the vulnerability of the bank interface, and the meridian map you gave last time..."

The Taobao envoy's cell phone suddenly rang with the ringtone of "Blue Lotus".

The moment the call was connected, Boss Liu's screams pierced the rain curtain: "Help... Help me! They are using data to locate..." The voice stopped abruptly, and was replaced by the chanting of some ancient witch.

Zhang Yu's pupils suddenly contracted.

He had heard this tone in another time and space, at the site of the excavation of the Sanxingdui Bronze Sacred Tree.

The smell of burning wormwood suddenly wafted through the rain, and Qiu Tong's blood pressure monitor gave off a sharp alarm, with the numbers jumping wildly between 60/30 and 200/150.

"Go to Wudaokou!" Zhang Yu pushed aside the Taobao envoy and got into the driver's seat.

The tires made a screeching sound as they scraped against the flooded ground. In the rearview mirror, Li Lao's convoy of bodyguards was breaking through the rain curtain.

The navigator suddenly switched routes automatically, and countless 3D modeling images of bronze masks popped up on Lao Lu's laptop.

The tungsten filament light bulbs in the rental house in the urban village flickered.

Zhang Yu lifted the bed board, revealing the yellowed fragments of "The Exploitation of the Works of Nature" in the secret compartment.

Qiu Tong suddenly fell to the ground, holding her collarbone with her hands. The old scar was oozing black blood.

Old Lu stared at the code screen and screamed, "They are using customer data to perform a séance! Boss Liu's birth date is the key to the formation!"

There was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground outside the window.

Zhang Yu pushed open the window and saw Boss Liu's fat body stuck on the clothesline, with the gold chain wrapped around the network cable swaying in the wind.

The Taobao envoy stood downstairs, looking up and smiling. In his hand was not a POS machine, but a bronze cup engraved with oracle bone inscriptions.

"At 3:30 pm on the 5th hour, yin reaches its extreme and yang is born." Zhang Yu broke the red string around his neck, and nine copper coins fell to the ground to form a hexagram.

He grabbed the golden needle and pierced Qiu Tong's Baihui acupoint, then turned to Lao Lu and shouted, "Enter the payment interface code in reverse! Use the Yellow Emperor's calendar!"

Old Lu's fingers turned into afterimages on the keyboard.

When the code runs to line 8192, the electricity meters in the entire building suddenly reverse.

The gold chain on Boss Liu broke, and the copper coins formed the Big Dipper in the air.

The bronze cup in the hands of the Taobao envoy cracked, and what flowed out was not wine, but a sticky stream of data.

Golden light suddenly shot out from Qiu Tong's wound, interweaving into a three-dimensional meridian map in mid-air.

Zhang Yu's golden needle automatically flew into the light array and resonated with Lao Lu's code.

The entire city suddenly lost power, and countless people's phones lit up, automatically downloading the new APP of the Private Enterprise Network.

At the press conference three days later, Qiu Tong's pearl necklace perfectly covered the scar.

When she announced the completion of the Series A financing, the big screen suddenly played the live broadcast of Boss Liu: "Through online guaranteed transactions, our factory's orders have tripled this month!" A shrine enshrining the bronze acupuncture man was vaguely visible in the background.

In the corner tower of the Forbidden City late at night, Mr. Li stroked his newly replaced sandalwood bracelet: "Genting Capital can continue to inject capital, but I want the birth date of the young man who can program." He said to the figure in the shadows, "Also, find out whether Qiu Tong's ex-husband really died in a car accident."

Zhang Yu stood on the top of Jingshan Mountain and overlooked the whole city.

The golden needle in his hand was getting hot, reflecting the river of light composed of countless APP icons.

Lao Lu sent an encrypted email: "Firewall code written in oracle bone script was found in the bank system." The attachment was an X-ray of the Zhang Sanxingdui golden staff, and the patterns on it were completely consistent with the acupuncture atlas.

Qiu Tong's text message popped up at this time: "Father wants to see you, bring a golden needle."

The rain started to fall again, and in the reflection of the moat, Beijing in 2006 was overlapping with another time and space.

The rosewood door closed silently behind Zhang Yu. Qiu Mingde's office now looked like a Chinese medicine shop.

Hundreds of purple clay medicine jars cast spider-web-like shadows on the antique display shelf. The chairman was stirring the medicine bowls that were emitting green smoke with a silver spoon: "Xiao Li said that when you acupuncture, the gold needles will show cloud and thunder patterns?"

"A family craft." Zhang Yu glanced at half a tortoise shell on the top shelf of the medicine cabinet. The burn marks on it matched the hexagram on his copper coin perfectly.

Qiu Mingde suddenly coughed violently, and a strange metallic luster appeared in the spittoon.

"Xiaotong's husband also saw this kind of lines the night before his car accident three years ago."

The old man took out the blood-stained file bag from the safe. In the surveillance photo, there were three pinholes arranged in a triangular shape on the temple of his dead son-in-law.

Heavy rain hit the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Qiu Tong's scream suddenly came from downstairs.

Zhang Yu pushed open the door of the emergency passage and saw her slumped on the edge of the terrace on the 17th floor, with the data cable wrapped around her ankles like a python.

Old Lu climbed out of the elevator shaft holding the smoking server: "They are using the human body as a biological router!"

The figure of the Taobao envoy appeared and disappeared in the rain, and the data stream pouring out of the bronze jug in his hand was wrapping the entire building like a cocoon.

Zhang Yu's golden needle flew out of his hand, but was twisted in mid-air by some invisible force field.

He took out three Hongwu Tongbao coins and pressed them on the ground. Suddenly, dark red blood oozed out from the cracks in the bricks and condensed into the oracle bone script of the word "Zhen".

"Stand in the right position!" Zhang Yu dragged Qiu Tong towards the fire hydrant. Lao Lu's notebook suddenly played an old record from 1937. Zhou Xuan's "Songstress of the Ends of the World" mixed with the sound of electricity echoed in the corridor.

The moment cracks appeared in the data cocoon, Mr. Li's bodyguards rushed in and fired three shots at the Taobao envoy, but the bullets turned into powder before hitting the opponent.

"It's the hour of Xu." Zhang Yu tore open his shirt, revealing the River Map and Luo Shu tattooed on his chest.

The golden needles attracted the remaining energy of thunder and fire, and weaved into a golden electric net along with the rain.

The scar on Qiu Tong's collarbone suddenly cracked, and countless firefly-like light spots flew out - those were the micro sensors implanted by her husband before his death.

Old Lu laughed wildly and hit the enter key, and ATM machines all over the city spit out cash at the same time.

There was an explosion from the direction of a certain treasure building, and Zhang Yu's copper coin hexagram suddenly turned into "Water and Fire in Harmony".

The agarwood bracelet of a certain treasure envoy broke into pieces, and the inscription on the bronze jug began to flow backwards.

"you lose."

Zhang Yu pressed the golden needle against the man's brow and said, "From the moment you borrowed the Sanxingdui sacrificial ritual, you exposed the location of your life." He flicked his fingertips, and the needle tip vibrated with the bronze sound of four thousand years ago.

Qiu Mingde was standing in the monitoring room at this moment, watching the melee on the screen with a sneer.

He opened the secret compartment, revealing seven bronze acupuncture statues, each with the logo of a different company embedded in its heart.

On the back of the oldest one, you can vaguely see the mark of "Taobao" fading away.

At midnight three days later, Zhang Yu arrived at the Panjiayuan Ghost Market as instructed by a text message.

The eyes of the Northern Wei Dynasty pottery figurines on the street stall were shining red. An old man in a cloak handed over a roll of Cizhou kiln fragments: "This is the life-extending medicine that Mr. Li wanted." The underglaze painting on the inside of the fragments clearly showed Qiu Tong being entangled by a data cable.

Lao Lu cracked the last section of code in the rental house, and a three-dimensional meridian map suddenly appeared on the display screen.

When he overlapped the drawing with the floor plan of the Forbidden City, cold sweat instantly soaked his back - the central axis actually completely coincided with the Ren meridian in the human body.

Qiu Tong pushed open the door of the chairman's office and saw her father playing with the half tortoise shell.

When she noticed that the cracks on the tortoise shell formed the two words "Zhang Yu", heavy rain poured down again.