Chapter 80 - Deceiving Heaven and Changing Fate 1

According to Feng Youyun’s own account, ten years ago his business was considerable in scale locally, making good money and offending quite a few people.

Among them was a longtime friend of his.

The so-called business world is like a battlefield.

That friend, having lost to him in business competition, saw his company go bankrupt and liquidated, incurring massive debts and undergoing intense mental stress.

He refused to accept the rather generous terms of acquisition and merger offered by old Feng, choosing instead to leap from the rooftop.

Before jumping, he made a call to old Feng.

Apart from accusing old Feng of betrayal, he also used a bizarre local dialect with unintelligible pronunciation to curse profusely for a long while.

It was only later when old Feng approached the elderly in the friend’s hometown did he learn what that dialect meant—it was a curse wishing for the death of his entire family, ending up alone and childless.

Naturally, old Feng didn’t believe such mad talk, but soon after, his wife fell gravely ill and was hospitalized, and his normally robust son began experiencing constant fevers and fell into a coma.

Left with no choice, old Feng heeded an itinerant Alchemist’s counsel and provided covert sponsorship to an orphanage, taking in his friend’s ten-year-old child, providing for his necessities and education—in a sense, adopting him.

This was meant to counteract the Curse.

An adopted son is still a son.

That cursing friend surely wouldn’t kill his own biological son as well, right?

Young Feng didn’t know if this method was effective, but in any case, old Feng’s son soon recovered, normal aside from being physically weak and short of breath.

Feng’s wife too showed marked improvement and lived peaceably for another two or three years in the villa before passing away in her sleep, without any pain.

It was until a month ago, that Curse seemed to have reemerged, afflicting Feng’s grandson, little little Feng.

Having listened to old Feng’s entire narration, the four players adjusted their spectacles and spoke slowly, “Mr.

Feng, you should be aware of the killing field, correct?”

Feng Youyun nodded, “I know a little.”

“The so-called Curse was cast ten years ago, and your wife passed away seven years ago.

But it wasn’t until four and a half years ago that the killing field descended, and only then did anomalies like Evil Spirits, vengeful ghosts, Curses, Transcendents, and the like, start to emerge on Earth en masse.”

Yu Anjian pointed out, “The timing, it doesn’t match.”

“I know, but what if?” Feng Youyun had consulted with the Special Affairs Bureau before hiring the four players, and said cautiously, “The Special Affairs Bureau has similar records, stating that even before the arrival of the killing field, there were some dubious anomalies that nobody could clearly explain.”

“There are some, but very few.

The probability is like an Ordinary person winning the jackpot on their first lottery ticket purchase.”

Yu Anjian curled his lip and asked, “That Alchemist, do you still have his contact information?

Had you paid him at the time?”

Old Feng shook his head, “At that time, the sum of various fees for ritual implements, ceremonies, and incense expenses added up to about eight hundred thousand yuan.

The Alchemist was introduced by a friend’s friend.

I haven’t contacted him since, and I don’t even know his real name or where he lives.”

This made it sound like a scam.

Moreover, it seemed like the kind of scam where the con artist isn’t particularly skilled, afraid the client would realize and call the police, hastily making an escape.

Heard this, Yu Anjian inwardly scoffed but refrained from making any derisive comments.

Ten years ago, there was no Special Affairs Bureau, nor any Summoners; it is easy for a wealthy but ordinary businessman to panic when faced with spooky and unexplainable things.

Yu Anjian asked, “By the way, Mr.

Feng, may I ask where is the child of your enemy that you adopted now?”

“You’ve already met him, he’s the butler here, Zhao Xinglang.”

“Huh?” Yu Anjian raised his eyebrow, “You keep the child of your enemy by your side and let him manage your household?”

The second half of his sentence went unsaid, perhaps he thought old Feng was fearless?

“Xinglang is different.

Before his father jumped, he was force-fed pesticide, in an attempt to poison him to death.

He was later saved, and has since been quiet and reserved, not fond of socializing.

I offered to send him to study business management, but he refused.

So, I just let him stay at home.”

Old Feng continued, “He’s a kind-hearted child, he wouldn’t harm the family.”

Eh, as long as you’re happy.

“The Curse from ten years ago is very likely to be false, but this time…

it’s hard to say.”

Bai Zhi softly spoke, “Mr.

Feng, you mentioned your grandson presenting unexplainable bruising.

What about your son?”

Old Feng replied, “A month ago, he started having nightmares, dreaming that he was being crushed by a ghost, with a skinless person crawling towards him.”

He paused and added with confusion, “However, since returning to his hometown these past two days, he hasn’t had such nightmares.”

The four players exchanged glances; Yu Anjian shrugged indifferently, “While the scanner didn’t detect any anomalies and Miss Bai Zhi sensed no traces of a Curse, let’s still proceed as if dealing with an abnormal event.

Mr.

Feng, may I trouble you to arrange for tonight?

You, your son, daughter-in-law, and grandson should stay in two nearby rooms without closing the doors.

The four of us will take turns keeping watch in the hallway.

How does that sound?”

“We’ll do as you say.” Old Feng was relieved; he was wealthy but not exceedingly so, or otherwise he would have been able to send his family to live in the Special Affairs Bureau’s dependents’ compound, with dedicated personnel ensuring their protection around the clock, safe from any anomalies.

For now, this seemed like the only option.

Without incident, the four players took turns keeping watch in the hallway throughout the night and encountered nothing unusual.

Little Feng did not experience nightmares, and little little Feng did not develop any mysterious new bruises.

Waking up, the Feng family members were all in fairly good spirits.

After breakfast, old Feng began organizing materials for the World Internet Conference in the villa.

Wang Beipo, the dark-skinned burly man, stayed to protect her.