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In a hazy sleep, Ye Dad's mind was surprisingly clear. He didn't have to deal with his usual headaches; instead, he found himself immersed in memories.
Suddenly, he recalled the name of the first person who had fought after Ye Chenfeng transferred schools.
The boy who first fought with Ye Chenfeng after his transfer was named Xiong Biao.
Xiong Biao came from a single-parent family; it was said that his mother had run off with someone. He was a mentally challenged child, possessing a raw strength that allowed him to beat Ye Chenfeng mercilessly, each encounter more brutal than the last.
Frustrated, Ye Dad went to confront the teacher. The teacher urged him to be understanding, reminding him that Xiong Biao was not a normal child.
Finding no resolution through the teacher, Ye Dad decided to take matters into his own hands and intercepted Xiong Biao on his way home.
When Xiong Biao saw Ye Dad, he hesitated for a moment before bolting away.
Ye Dad had anticipated that Xiong Biao would run, so he unleashed the dog he had brought along.
This dog was borrowed from his cousin's house and was known for being particularly fierce. It was called a Pit Bull.
The Pit Bull caught up with Xiong Biao and launched an aggressive attack, biting him ferociously. Xiong Biao rolled on the ground, screaming in agony as blood stained the earth beneath him. His clothes were torn apart, and his skin was lacerated in multiple places, leaving him covered in blood.
Once Ye Dad deemed it sufficient, he stepped forward to pull the dog away and warned Xiong Biao, "If you bully my son again, consider this a light punishment. Next time, I won't hold back." With that, he led the dog away, leaving the unconscious Xiong Biao behind as he walked off.
After that incident, Xiong Biao never returned to school.
Ye Dad didn't inquire about it further.
In any case, Xiong Biao's family had little money. If anything happened, his weak and poor father could only swallow his pride and try to manage his mentally challenged son; what others did was none of their concern.
Since then, no one dared to bully Ye Chenfeng, and he grew up smoothly until an unfortunate incident occurred.
Ye Dad sank into the sofa, recalling the strange voice from his dream and the bruise on his neck. He truly felt as if he had walked through hell.
The strange voice said, "Your son committed suicide. Why should he occupy my body for so long, preventing me from being reborn as a human?"
"Perhaps it should come to an end."
Ye Chenfeng hurried over.
Ye Dad's cousin, Ye Chenfeng called Uncle.
Uncle was quite wealthy and had a bold spirit when he was young.
He wanted to try everything at least once.
As a result, he truly achieved success and became rich.
While Uncle traveled, only Ye Dad remained at home.
On the way, Ye Chenfeng bought some of his father's favorite fruits and rushed to Uncle's house.
Uncle's home was impeccably decorated, showcasing a style that was quite elegant. Even Ye Chenfeng couldn't help but marvel at it.
He had visited Uncle's house several times before, and this time he navigated it easily, quickly arriving at the doorstep.
Ye Chenfeng rang the doorbell, imagining how his father would look after not seeing him for a few days, preparing what he would say. He tried his best to avoid touching on his father's pain; the mysterious death of his mother was a wound for Dad.
The doorbell rang several times before the door opened.
With graying temples, Ye Dad stared blankly at his son Ye Chenfeng as if looking at a stranger, without any other movement.
Father and son stood at the door, staring at each other in silence.
Outside, Ye Chenfeng sniffed and reminded his father, "Dad, are you really not going to let me in?"
Ye Dad awkwardly smiled and opened the door wide, allowing Ye Chenfeng to enter.
The room was empty and cold. Ye Chenfeng didn't see Xiang'er and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Dad, here are the fruits you like."
Ye Chenfeng placed the fruits on the coffee table.
Ye Dad stared blankly at the fruits, lost in thought, not saying a word.
Ye Chenfeng watched his father, a hint of worry crossing his mind as he sensed an aura of death surrounding him.
"Dad, are you okay?"
Ye Dad slowly sat down, unsure of where to place his hands. He seemed flustered and confused; usually sharp-tongued and strict with Ye Chenfeng, he now struggled to express himself coherently.
"You were looking for Ye Chenfeng? He went out and hasn't come back for a long time."
"Dad, I am Ye Chenfeng, your son." Ye Chenfeng was taken aback, observing his father who appeared to be possessed by something sinister, speaking in disjointed sentences.
"Ah, the child has grown up, not listening anymore, always getting into trouble and fighting with others outside." Ye Dad completely treated Ye Chenfeng as if he were invisible, speaking his thoughts aloud.
Ye Chenfeng went to pour a glass of water for Ye Dad. Noticing him staring blankly at one spot, he instinctively caught the glass when it was handed to him. "Dad, please don’t scare me."
Ye Dad didn’t seem to hear Ye Chenfeng’s words. A strange expression crossed his face as he showed a hint of affection and whispered, "Child, you don't have to be afraid of being bullied anymore. I took revenge for you today; that dog was bitten until it was barely recognizable."
Ye Dad had never mentioned anything about letting dogs attack anyone to the family before.
Ye Chenfeng and his deceased mother had no idea.
Now, hearing his father say this, Ye Chenfeng was taken aback; he had no memories of anything from his childhood.
“Dad, who did you let the dog bite?”
Ye Dad looked around mysteriously, ensuring no one was listening, then cautiously said, “Xiong Biao.”
“Xiong Biao?”
“Yes, that idiot.” As Ye Dad spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of malice flashing in them.
Ye Chenfeng's heart sank.
Why was it Xiong Biao again?
Could this Xiong Biao be the son of Xiong Qisheng?
The secret his father revealed sent a chill down Ye Chenfeng's spine.
The same name, the same idiot—what were the odds? They might actually be the same person; Xiong Biao died in an accident.
What kind of accident was it?
Ye Chenfeng took out the talisman he had prepared and personally hung it around Ye Dad's neck. Then he pulled out his phone and dialed Marin's number.
When Marin received the call and learned that Ye Chenfeng was not far from her home in the Constellation Garden community, she quickly took a taxi to come over.
Ye Chenfeng settled his chaotic emotions with a glass of milk and a sedative for the rambling Ye Dad. While waiting for Marin to arrive, he also called Qin Keqing.
He received confirmation from Qin Keqing.
On Sun Xianger's chest, there was a small, distinct birthmark.
Or perhaps it was not a birthmark, but some kind of strange symbol.
This symbol resembled a butterfly.
And Ye Chenfeng was certain that Sun Xianger was nearby.
He had simply arrived a step earlier, meaning he had come here before death could catch up to him.
He wasn't sure if this counted as a win or a loss.
The doorbell rang, and Ye Chenfeng knew Marin had arrived, so he hurried to open the door.
To his surprise, when he opened the door, it was Sun Xianger.
Sun Xianger was taken aback upon seeing Ye Chenfeng, and after a moment, she turned and ran away.
"Xiang'er..."
Ye Chenfeng chased after her.
Sun Xianger ran quickly; he had experienced her speed back in Zhanglin Village.
As Ye Chenfeng pursued her, he couldn't spot Sun Xianger. The girl was like a wild monkey. He looked around but didn't see Xiang'er; instead, he noticed Marin approaching.
"Were you waiting for me?" Marin asked, holding a boy by the hand.
The boy took after his mother, inheriting the best traits from both parents, looking quite adorable and well-behaved.
"Little Bear is calling for someone. Who do you think he should call?"
Little Bear gazed seriously at Ye Chenfeng, her small mouth moving slightly as she cheerfully exclaimed, "Hello, big brother."
Ye Chenfeng was momentarily taken aback and smiled, asking in return, "Why am I not an uncle?"
"You are very young and more handsome than my dad," Little Bear replied with a bright smile, revealing two dimples.
"Your dad, you..." Ye Chenfeng intended to ask Little Bear if she had seen her father, but the question never left his lips.
Marin interrupted him, saying, "Little Bear's dad went far away. I showed her a picture."
"Oh."
With Sun Xianger no longer in sight, Ye Chenfeng invited Marin and her son to discuss things further inside the house.
Just as Ye Chenfeng led Marin and her son into the elevator, a figure stood silently on the rooftop. A look of utter despair crossed his sorrowful face, and the cold laughter from behind him combined with the burning sensation within compelled him to make a choice.
He leaped off the edge like a meteor that had not yet ignited, plummeting downwards. With a thunderous crash, the ground shook, sending up clouds of dust as a pool of blood flowed from his severed neck.
At that moment, Ye Chenfeng felt a sharp pain in his heart; an ominous premonition washed over him as he pressed the elevator buttons frantically, his hands trembling.
"Are you going down?" Marin asked anxiously, startled by Ye Chenfeng's sudden change in demeanor as she hurriedly shielded Little Bear.
"Something happened," Ye Chenfeng replied urgently, looking up at the numbers displayed as the elevator descended.
When the elevator reached the ground floor, he rushed out impatiently and saw a crowd gathered around. People were chattering nervously as he spotted his father lying lifeless among them.
Ye Chenfeng's legs went weak; tears welled up in his eyes as his heart ached painfully. He felt as if he could no longer breathe. This time he had lost again; every time he lost, death would continue to follow.
Marin finally emerged from the elevator and saw the crowd. She heard the sirens of red, white, and blue police cars approaching and caught sight of Ye Chenfeng half-kneeling with his hands covering his eyes, wanting to cry but unable to shed tears.
Her heart sank as well.
"How could this happen? One strange death after another," Marin thought to herself, puzzled. She couldn't understand why Ye Dad would suddenly think of jumping off a building to commit suicide.
Ye Chenfeng forced back the tears that threatened to spill over, his face twisted with anger as he clenched his fists and slammed them into the ground, splitting open his palm and drawing blood. He stared at Marin, speaking each word with intensity, "So many people have died. How long are you going to keep this hidden?"
Marin was taken aback; she didn't understand why Ye Chenfeng was directing such accusations at her.
The death of Xiong Biao was a painful topic she preferred not to discuss. How could it be considered hiding the truth? Xiong Biao had nothing to do with these deaths—at least, that was her personal belief.
Ye Chenfeng struggled to stand up, stumbling as he made his way toward Marin.
His appearance frightened Little Bear, causing the child to burst into tears.
The child's loud cries echoed out, drawing the attention of many onlookers.
Even the police officers who had come to investigate noticed Ye Chenfeng with the child and Marin.
"Don't look at me like that. It wasn't me, it wasn't Xiong Biao. Aren't you a Taoist? Can't you figure out what caused these deaths to continue?"
"The reason is that Xiong Biao has enemies who will take revenge."
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