Chapter 88 - Deceiving Heaven and Changing Fate (8)

Chapter 88: Chapter 90 Deceiving Heaven and Changing Fate (8)"..." There was a moment of silence on the phone, followed by a frivolous and teasing young voice, "Hmm, hahaha, are you one of the four players Feng Youyun hired? You resolved the anomaly so quickly and easily; looks like he chose the right person.

What’s your name?"

"My lowly name is not worth mentioning, just call me God."

Li Cheng curled his lips and pre-empted, "Let me guess, the corpse in the coffin has traces of shattered fractures on its leg bone. It’s not Old Feng’s wife but Zhao Xinglang’s biological father, who was driven to bankruptcy and suicide by Old Feng in business competition."

"Correct." The young voice on the phone crisply admitted.

Li Cheng nodded, "Furthermore, I don’t know who the Alchemist was ten years ago, but three months ago, the one who impersonated that Alchemist to contact Old Feng was probably you."

"Likewise correct." The youth said with a chuckle, "When I was experiencing life in detention, I heard about this from an old man in the same cell—the con artist. It’s not nonsense if it’s scripted, and not chaotic if it’s adapted. I borrowed that purely money-extortion forged ’Supreme Cave Destiny Changing Scripture’ and studied it carefully.

After leaving detention, I disguised myself as him and approached Su City’s tycoon Feng Youyun; didn’t expect he’d be so easily fooled.

For his wife, he could disregard his son, daughter-in-law, grandson, even his own life, really a foolishly devoted seed."

A lie killed several lives. Old Feng’s eyeballs tremored, unable to utter a word, young Feng was furious, and both Bai Zhi and Juyan Jian, the two players, also looked extremely upset.

They were not only shocked by the venom of the young voice on the phone, but also felt a profound chill—Wang Beipo died at the hands of a bloody corpse without even knowing the truth. It couldn’t but move the players to mournful thoughts.

The youth, oblivious and probably uncaring, continued casually with a provoking tone, "Since you’ve guessed it, I won’t pretend anymore.

It was I who pried open Old Feng’s wife’s grave, threw away her bones, and tossed in Zhao Xinglang’s father’s bones.

To make the effect more realistic, I first used evil magic to grow some flesh and tendons on Zhao Xinglang’s father’s bones, then cut off the reproductive organ, nose, and facial skin, making the flesh unrecognizable to prevent identification.

Finally, I drugged the daily food of Old Feng’s son and grandson, causing the former to have nightmares and the latter to show bruises.

Ridiculous Old Feng really thought the ’Supreme Cave Destiny Changing Scripture’ was effective, indulging in the joy that his wife could be resurrected while ostentatiously seeking help from the Special Affairs Bureau.

Hahahaha, those idiots actually came with anomaly detectors, scanning back and forth; ’Supreme Cave Destiny Changing Scripture’ is just a scam script, the so-called fate is useless, naturally, there wouldn’t be any anomaly detected."

The youth smacked his lips and said, "Originally, I wanted Old Feng to continue indulging in fantasies, wait for the perfect timing to release the blood corpse to eat Zhao Xinglang and little Feng’s family.

Until Old Feng, whose entire family is wiped out, full of hope watching the blood corpse grow skin, shockingly discovers it’s not his wife being resurrected but his long-dead nemesis.

I would then appear timely, inform him of everything, hahaha really want to see the expression on his face at that time.

Old Feng’s entire family dead, gaining nothing, while the resurrected Zhao Xinglang’s father, after regaining shallow consciousness, would realize his great revenge has been achieved, but having eaten his own biological son as well. This show’s effect is just too good, thinking about it makes me happy.

For this purpose, I even drugged Old Feng to alter his life form, allowing him to survive even when most of his body is destroyed, to witness the final scene."

The youth described his originally meticulous plan excitedly, as if he was playing an exceptional chess game, not manipulating others’ lives.

In the dusk, heavy rain poured, lightning struck, and thunder roared.

"Spectacular." Li Cheng nodded his head, walked through the woods, and like venting frustration, pulled out his gun, shooting towards the brightly lit Wudun Town in the distance, "What a pity there was an accident."

"Yeah," the youth on the phone sighed, "I was too arrogant, thinking I had completely grasped Old Feng, but didn’t expect this guy’s will was not firm, and he secretly contacted the agency, bringing in four players as a backup.

Guess he feared that the so-called ’Resurrection Ceremony’ might deviate, resulting in losing his wife and soldiers.

Although with his billions in assets, he likely couldn’t afford top masters, but still, I, disguised as a gardener, prudently ran away from the villa beforehand—especially as Wudun Town was hosting the World Internet Congress, and many high-level players were present."

Fighting could easily attract the Special Affairs Bureau.

Um... From the time you called me, it seems that the killing field has given you an urgent task to let you four independently handle the blood corpses without relying on external help.

How many of you four survived? The blood corpses I created have a combat strength of about Lv8-Lv10. They can even teleport through walls in the villa."

"One died, three left."

Standing in the rain, Li Cheng put down his handgun, paused, and asked, "Your Excellency has gone through great lengths to create such a tragedy; you’re not just doing this for fun, are you?"

"Otherwise? Hahaha."

The young man laughed loudly, "My ID is , a member of the Wild Laughter Troupe. Unlike those miserable fools who struggle for their lives in the killing fields every day, the Wild Laughter Troupe values having fun timely and converting all fun into the power to move forward.

The guild is inclusive and conscripts talents from all aspects; including genius children who like to trap ants by peeing in circles;

And arms dealers who are happy to let the world burn.

There are also surfers who like to post ’Emergency filial piety joy muslin’ and hell jokes online all day;

And practical people like me, in the real world, who pursue dramatic effects and grand performances, personally concocting human comedies and tragedies.

Everyone here is talented and eloquent, I really love it here.

Speaking of which, Your Excellency was able to discern the truth so easily and even called me, which is enough to prove your capabilities.

Would you be interested in joining our ? For every new member recruited, the higher-ups give 1000 Game Coins, and I can split half of that with you as a rebate."

Miguel de Cervantes is the greatest writer in the Spanish literary world, and his work, "Don Quixote," is a peak of Spanish classical art and modern European realism, containing absurdity, satire, and tragedy—similar to the Feng family’s tragedy.

"Let’s forget it. I prefer working alone." Li Cheng shook his head in refusal, calmly saying, "From the barrier we encountered while driving back to the mountain villa, are you still in Wudun Town?"

"Correct, I have to stay to watch the end of this play, just like how a murderer always returns to the scene of the crime. But don’t try to find me."

Cervantes said cheerily, "The phone I’m using is a special model from the killing field. Even Wi-Fi hacking experts from Whale Song can’t track my location using the phone signal."

"No need." Li Cheng sighed, "You really shouldn’t have picked up this call for fun."

"...What do you mean?" Cervantes felt a bit of unease, and the tone of jest slightly diminished.

"Wudun Town is a pioneering place in the country for cutting-edge internet technologies, already equipped with autonomous driving, drone deliveries, intelligent waste sorting, and it also has the most advanced weather system including but not limited to radiation observation, wind energy observation, and three-dimensional thunder real-time positioning..."

Li Cheng repeated verbatim what he heard from the tour guide during the day about Wudun Town, calmly saying, "The three-dimensional thunder real-time positioning system, through high-speed sampling, pulse match, and three-dimensional positioning, can reconstruct the three-dimensional spatiotemporal characteristics of a lightning discharge channel.

In other words, it can lock onto the shape of the thunder and locate the source of the thundering sound.

As it is raining and thundering right now, our phone call, with the thunder in the background, serves effectively as a location radar.

For stability reasons, the Special Affairs Bureau obviously wouldn’t pull the entire Wudun Town into the Shadow Realm; that would be too disruptive. But with the location radar, they can precisely pinpoint your location."

In a guesthouse suite in Wudun Town, an ordinary-looking young man with glasses, or Cervantes, suddenly looked up as if electrified, quickly put away his phone, and tried to log into the killing field.

Login Failed...

These words clearly appeared in his view.

It’s a barrier, the Special Affairs Bureau has come for him.