Chapter 116
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Lou Yan deliberately ignored what happened last night, not letting anyone, especially his friends, know what happened. He hid it well, sitting and behaving exactly as usual, with no unusual expressions. Duan Zege only glanced at him at the beginning and didn’t look at him again.
But when he stirred the porridge with a spoon, watching the thick porridge stick to the white porcelain spoon and pull out a few strands of white silk, Lou Yan couldn’t help but remember last night.
When Fu Xuezhou withdrew from his body for the first time, Lou Yan thought it was over. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, so he squinted slightly to look without a trace, only to see Fu Xuezhou’s thing sticking to the silk pulled out of him, which was extremely gorgeous and magnificent, making it hard to talk about, just like the scene in front of him.
Lou Yan threw the spoon into the bowl, pinched his brows, “…I’m not eating anymore, I’m full.”
Li Sanxin, who was biting the fried dough sticks beside him, was surprised, “How much did you eat? Aren’t you going to eat more?”
Lou Yan shook his head, “Not hungry, you guys eat.”
He got up and left the dining table, remembering the matter with Song Yuran in his heart, picked up an umbrella and car keys, and left the villa, heading to Song Yuran’s home in the southern district.
The journey was long, and to avoid thinking too much about what happened last night, Lou Yan deliberately thought about what Li Sanxin had told him yesterday about delaying the anomaly inside the body.
To delay the revival inside the body, one only needed to swallow a new anomaly before the anomaly revival.
Li Sanxin said that was how the crow told him. When the anomaly revives inside the body, it treats the human body as a container. When there is only one anomaly inside the container, the revival of the anomaly will be very fast. But when there is a second anomaly inside the container, they will compete to occupy the container and revive first. The balance of power between the two anomalies gives humans the opportunity to live longer.
“….So theoretically, as long as there is a sign of revival of the anomaly inside the body, just keep swallowing new anomalies, and you should be able to live on…right.” Li Sanxin hesitated before reaching this conclusion.
When Lou Yan heard this, he couldn’t help but think of Fu Xuezhou—because Fu Xuezhou had been continuously swallowing anomalies, never stopping.
Actually, before getting the correct answer, Lou Yan had already vaguely guessed the answer from Fu Xuezhou’s behavior of continuously swallowing anomalies and the fact that the bone spikes revival was suppressed after the ghost marriage contract appeared.
The anomaly he devoured, that world-ending level of terrifying anomaly, had consumed countless other anomalies. When Lou Yan swallowed one anomaly, it represented swallowing countless others. He didn’t need to consume additional anomalies. He only needed to attempt to awaken other anomalous powers within him when the anomalies within his body couldn’t maintain balance, and he would be able to live a little longer.
Ahead was a red light for 50 seconds, and Lou Yan stepped on the brakes to stop. His fingers unconsciously tapped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the countdown of the red light. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.
Why did the anomaly he devoured consume so many other anomalies? Could it be that the anomaly he devoured was also a human, like Fu Xuezhou, constantly consuming new anomalies to slow down the resurgence of anomalies within its body?
The next second, the green light lit up, and Lou Yan stepped on the gas and rushed out. This heavy and chilling thought ultimately only flashed through his mind for a moment before being suppressed by the focus required for driving.
At ten o’clock, Lou Yan arrived at the villa area in the southern district.
It was still raining at this time, the sky gloomy, making it look like it was five or six in the morning. Lou Yan parked his car on the side, opened an umbrella, and walked to the address given by Song Yuran, where he rang the doorbell.
After a while, a maid hurriedly came to the gate with an umbrella. “Sir, may I ask who you are?”
Lou Yan raised the edge of his umbrella slightly, revealing his handsome face. “My surname is Lou, here to see Miss Song Yuran.”
After saying a few words into the intercom, the maid quickly opened the gate and let Lou Yan in, leading him towards the villa. Just as they reached the door, the villa door opened from inside, and the owner of the private restaurant, Mr. Song, stood there to welcome him. He looked like he aged ten years, with white hair, a weary complexion, and dark circles under his eyes. He smiled reluctantly, “Mr. Lou, what an honor to have you visit. Thank you for coming to see my daughter. But, Yuran… she has encountered some unexpected trouble and can’t come out to see you, Mr. Lou.”
Lou Yan asked, “Miss Song came to the company two days ago and gave me a letter, asking me to come see her. I wonder what happened to Miss Song. Can I see her?”
Upon hearing that it was the daughter’s initiative to invite him, Mr. Song’s expression wavered. He silently invited Lou Yan in. After Lou Yan changed his shoes, Mr. Song led him to the living room, sighing repeatedly. “Ah, it’s actually a strange illness that Yuran has, a peculiar illness that even the hospital can’t cure. She can’t even get out of bed now… Honestly, Mr. Lou, Yuran originally told me that her illness couldn’t be cured by scientific means. I didn’t believe her at first, thinking she was just delusional, but seeing her current condition, I have no choice but to believe. You’ve come at an unfortunate time; I’ve invited several masters to come to the house to treat Yuran. If the masters perform some rituals or exorcism later, please bear with us.”
“I have no other options. I can only hope that these masters can really save my daughter…”
As the conversation ended, the two arrived in the living room. Upon entering the room, Lou Yan saw a chaotic scene.
Dozens of monks and Taoist priests wearing Daoist robes and attire were gathered in groups, discussing serious matters as if they were discussing national affairs. Some were already setting up altars to drive away evil spirits, burning incense heavily, filling the room with a choking smell. Some wielded peach wood swords and bagua mirrors, randomly striking in the air, occasionally shouting loudly. A few monks sat on the ground, forming a circle, silently chanting scriptures while knocking on wooden fish.
Yellow talismans were pasted on the walls and furniture in the room, and Lou Yan even saw a talisman pasted on the chandelier above.
In addition to the heavy scent of sandalwood incense, there was also the pungent smell of garlic and the smell of chicken blood in the air. The maids stood against the wall, afraid to disturb the guests performing rituals.
Mr. Song asked solemnly, “Masters, how is your ritual going?”
The Taoist priests and monks stopped their movements, exchanged glances, and then approached Mr. Song with embarrassed expressions. “Mr. Song, we’re sorry, but we’re powerless to help Miss Song.”
Mr. Song’s face fell, and he waved his hand, not wanting to say more.
Except for them, a few people remained. A middle-aged man with a black beard, looking shrewd, came to Mr. Song with two young men. He wore a long robe, exuding an air of dignity. He deliberately lowered his voice and said, “Mr. Song, there seems to be something unusual about your daughter’s situation.”
After speaking, he sighed deeply, shaking his head with a troubled expression.
Mr. Song hurriedly asked, “Master Zhao, have you figured out something?”
Master Zhao nodded slightly but didn’t say what he had figured out. Instead, he sighed again, stroking his beard, “Alas, your situation is not easy.”
Lou Yan glanced at this Master Zhao and his two disciples, immediately recognizing that they were here to deceive for money. He calmly flicked the dust off his suit, calmly waiting to see what Master Zhao intended to say.
Mr. Song, being desperate for his daughter’s recovery, was inclined to believe whatever was said. He quickly asked, “Master Zhao, what do you mean it’s not easy?”
“I’ve examined Miss Song’s symptoms, calculated her destiny, and looked at the feng shui of your residence,” Master Zhao said, “Mr. Song, according to my inference, the reason Miss Song has become like this is because there’s a problem with your ancestral grave.”
“The ancestral grave?” Mr. Song was stunned. “Can a problem with the ancestral grave be discerned?”
Master Zhao nodded in a pretentious manner, “Boss Song, Miss Song’s condition is already so severe. You can’t delay any longer. If you want Miss Song to get better, you need to relocate your family’s ancestral grave. If Boss Song has time today, take me to see your family’s ancestral grave now.”
Relocating the grave requires money that ordinary exorcism methods can’t compare to. Lou Yan glanced at the heavy rain outside the window and understood why Master Zhao would say such words. With such heavy rain these days, if Boss Song’s family’s ancestral grave is outside, it will definitely have some issues from being soaked. Even if the grave doesn’t leak, the soil around the tombstone will accumulate water. Master Zhao could easily justify his suggestion.
Boss Song was half skeptical, “Um… my friend also recommended another master, but that master hasn’t arrived yet. How about we wait for that master?”
A hint of displeasure crossed Master Zhao’s eyes. He stroked his beard again, saying with pity, “I can wait, but Miss Song… sigh.”
This sigh almost whitened Boss Song’s face, as he was about to be deceived. Lou Yan spoke softly, “Is Master Zhao implying that the feng shui of Boss Song’s family’s ancestral grave is bad?”
Master Zhao turned to look at Lou Yan. His sharp eyes quickly discerned that Lou Yan was either wealthy or noble, so he replied very politely, “Feng shui changes with the environment. You see, Miss Song suddenly contracted this strange illness, but Boss Song is still healthy. It’s all because there has been a change in the feng shui of Boss Song’s family’s ancestral grave, and the retribution has fallen on the youngest generation.”
Mr. Song listened with tears streaming down his face, while the burly man, Fei Biao, wiped his tears pitifully, “My poor daughter!”
Lou Yan raised an eyebrow, seemingly puzzled. “It’s really unbelievable…”
Master Zhao said, “Alas, the talk of feng shui and spirits is something that only those who have seen it with their own eyes can somewhat believe. But it’s better to believe there’s something than to believe there’s nothing at all. This gentleman should still believe a little, and if there’s anything difficult to solve in the future, you can come to me for advice.”
“No, I’m not saying I don’t believe in this,” Lou Yan said, “I just don’t believe that Mr. Song’s ancestral grave could have problems.”
Master Zhao frowned. “Are you doubting my judgment?”
Lou Yan smiled faintly. “I just suddenly remembered that if I’m not mistaken, Mr. Song’s ancestral grave is in the Martyrs Cemetery…”
Master Zhao’s expression stiffened, and he accidentally pulled out two strands of his beard.
He couldn’t let go of such a big deal with Mr. Song, but when it came to the issue of ancestral graves, he truly didn’t dare to say a word more! Master Zhao quickly said a few words with a strained expression and hurriedly left with his disciples.
“Hey, why did they leave?!” Mr. Song was confused. “Mr. Lou, did you remember it wrong? My family’s ancestral grave is not in the Martyrs Cemetery.”
“Just deceive him a little bit, observe his reaction. Those words just now were meant to deceive you,” Lou Yan said.
Mr. Song looked at the chaotic living room, feeling tired. He turned to the maid and asked, “Has Miss woken up?”
The maid shook her head gravely.
Mr. Song’s spirit seemed to collapse.
“I want to see Miss Song now. Is it convenient?”
Mr. Song nodded, about to ask the maid to take Lou Yan upstairs when another maid brought someone into the villa. “Sir, the last master recommended by your friend has arrived.”
Mr. Song’s spirits lifted, and he quickly welcomed the newcomer. “Welcome, welcome, Master, please come in.”
Lou Yan stood at the foot of the stairs, looking back to see what kind of trickster had arrived this time. However, instead of seeing another scam artist, he saw Fu Xuezhou entering in a black raincoat.
Fu Xuezhou took off his raincoat. Today, he had his silver hair tied up high, adding a bit of elegance to his usual demeanor. The maid took his raincoat, and Fu Xuezhou looked calmly around the living room. When he saw Lou Yan standing at the staircase, he also paused for a moment.
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