Chapter 12 Turning to the Main Topic

After pleasantries, Lin Qianqian turned to the main topic. Her skills in the art of Yan Sheng (a type of Chinese witchcraft) were far inferior to Luo Tianhe's, and there were some things that needed confirmation. "Mr. Luo, this Enzhen (nightmare array) of yours..."

"Is complete."

Luo Tianhe raised his head, a hint of pride between his brows. Before he finished speaking, the life chart candles belonging to Lin Qianqian and Luo Tianhe suddenly flared up, while the life chart candle belonging to the fatty in the middle dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Lin Qianqian's concerns were largely dispelled. She understood that this Luo Tianhe had real skills. As long as she stabilized him in the mission, completing the Watchman's mission wouldn't be a problem.

Killing him to silence him after they got out would mean she could enjoy the credit alone.

"Mr. Luo is truly a rare talent of this era, with godlike skills! This junior admires you!"

At this moment, Lin Qianqian didn't skimp on praise, her eyes and face full of worship. She couldn't help but sigh, "Back then, the Luo family's abandoned master, Luo Yunshan, really made a stupid decision. He actually expelled you from the Luo family for the sake of the cheap lives of a few damned people. If he knew of your achievements today, he would probably regret it to the point of his intestines turning green."

Luo Tianhe seemed to enjoy the feeling of being held in high regard, appearing very relaxed. "Miss Lin is too kind. These are just small tricks, not worth mentioning. There's one more thing I must remind Miss Lin. Luo Yunshan is, after all, the former head of my Luo family. Even if he has many faults, he won't tolerate comments from a junior from an outsider family like you."

The warning behind the simple sentence was self-evident. Even if she cursed the Luo family from top to bottom in her heart, Lin Qianqian didn't dare to show it on her face at all. "It was impudent of this junior. Please don't be offended, Mr. Luo. This junior is just speaking out for your talent."

"Thank you, Miss Lin. It's getting late. Prepare yourself, we're leaving soon."

Luo Tianhe saw through Lin Qianqian's hypocrisy clearly. He couldn't help but sigh that the younger generation of the Lin family was truly disappointing. Benefiting from her family background, this Lin Qianqian did have some knowledge, but in terms of real life-and-death struggles in missions, she was far behind. Her impetuous nature also needed to be tempered, of course, provided she had the opportunity to leave alive.

From the first day he was drawn into the Nightmare world, Luo Tianhe knew one truth: here, all promises were bullshit. Only keeping your life and leaving alive was real.

Pushing open the door, it was completely dark outside. The entire Wu mansion was eerily quiet, coupled with the scattered red and white lanterns, it was completely a scene from an old-fashioned horror film.

A nameless panic rose in Lin Qianqian's heart, as if it would be a waste of this carefully crafted scene if nothing strange happened tonight.

"Mr. Luo, are our life charts... okay?"

Although asking such a question at this time was a bit inappropriate, carrying a hint of distrust in Luo Tianhe, Lin Qianqian was also forced to do so. She was terribly flustered.

Sure enough, Luo Tianhe turned his head, his gaze towards Lin Qianqian becoming icy. "Miss Lin, those who employ people should not doubt them, and those who doubt people should not employ them. If you don't trust me, you can leave. I will never stop you."

"No, no, Mr. Luo, don't misunderstand. It was... it was a slip of the tongue." Lin Qianqian couldn't bear to lose this lifeline. Luo Tianhe was her only hope of surviving. She wrapped her clothes tighter, resisting the chill coming from inside her body.

Luo Tianhe turned around and closed the wooden door of the room tightly. "Miss Lin, let's go."

Not long after the two left, a gust of evil wind suddenly swept through the sealed room, the candlelight flickered violently, and the blood ingots offered in front of the life charts were also blown by the wind.

Through the light, it could be vaguely seen that there was a dark, irregular shadow in Lin Qianqian's blood ingot. It was the fingertip blood she left behind, but the other ingot belonging to Luo Tianhe was clean, the light spreading evenly on the ground through the paper ingot.

The next second, Lin Qianqian's life chart candle burned fiercely, and in an instant, one-third of it was consumed.

……

"Wang Fugui."

"Wang Fugui."

The fatty vaguely heard a series of calls, all in young voices, male and female, and including the doctor he was most familiar with.

Sure enough, when he opened his eyes, he saw the doctor's face.

"I... what's wrong with me?"

The fatty was a little surprised. He was lying on a deck chair in a pavilion. His last impression was of listening to the three doctors, Yao Shunyu, discussing things. How... how did he fall asleep without realizing it?

But before he could ask, he saw the doctor turn to Li Bai, "You just said he was cursed?"

When Li Bai saw the fatty wake up, he seemed to be still unable to figure it out. After hesitating, he opened his mouth and said, "According to his performance just now, it should be right, but... but if he was cursed, there's no reason for him to wake up so quickly."

Yao Shunyu glanced at his phone. "Less than 5 minutes have passed since he passed out."

Li Bai was even more unsure. He had the fatty stand up and move around, asking him if he felt cold, dazed, or unable to exert strength.

But after seeing the fatty complete 20 standard push-ups in a row, single-handedly do pull-ups, and quickly climb a tree and jump down nimbly without even panting, Li Bai fell silent.

"Is this what a curse is?" Yao Shunyu looked at Li Bai with suspicion. He couldn't understand that if this was considered a curse, wouldn't Wang Fugui be able to fly when he wasn't cursed?

"It should be Enzhen (nightmare repression) art. I believe my judgment, but as for why Wang Fugui wasn't suppressed, perhaps... perhaps it's because his fate is too good, or maybe there was a problem with the caster himself." Li Bai still insisted on his judgment.

After hearing that the fatty was okay, Jiang Cheng finally put his heart at ease. He knew that this fatty had a good life, and it wasn't just a day or two. Taking him on missions was like bringing a mascot.

Jiang Cheng even often had the illusion that with this fatty by his side, he was complete, and the other party was constantly making up for the missing parts of himself, subtly changing himself.

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with your body?" Jiang Cheng asked with concern.

"If you don't believe me, let's spar."

To avoid an awkward situation, Jiang Cheng decisively refused, but his thoughts about this matter continued. "Assuming Wang Fugui really was cursed, then who... who would be casting the curse?"

"Third Young Master, or Luo Tianhe, Yuan Shanyuan."

After hearing Li Bai's answer, Jiang Cheng nodded. "These people are all possible, but I think the Third Young Master is the least likely. Although Wang Fugui is the strongest among us, he hasn't shown it. There's no reason for the Third Young Master to deal with him first."

"Yuan Shanyuan is relying on Bai Yu's support, so he probably wouldn't choose such a risky and evil method."

Jiang Cheng had also heard of some things about Enzhen. If used well, it was a weapon for killing, but if used poorly, it would backfire. In his opinion, there was no need for Yuan Shanyuan to take this risk.

"It's probably Luo Tianhe, that old coffin filler."