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Chapter 17: The Matters of the Polluted Divine Eye
A Guanyu Statue that has lost its Spirit Energy is easily susceptible to Evil Energy, which then condenses into an unimaginable Dark Power, posing a significant threat to those who worship this Guanyu Statue.
Any man would understand the implications of my words.
What could have polluted the Divine Eye of the Guanyu Statue if not the indiscriminate relationships between men and women in inappropriate settings?
We continued along our previous path, him in front and me behind. Perhaps it is a habit for leaders to be accustomed to attention and to walking at the forefront.
Chi Xinrong's new ward was quite nice, at least much better than an ordinary hospital room.
Who has ever heard of an ordinary ward with a bathroom? When I entered, she was receiving an IV. Chi Ruiqiang's gaze toward her was not one of disdain but filled with affection; perhaps he was compensating for the paternal love she had lost and for his own guilt regarding his brother.
"Rongrong, rest well. If you need anything, just let us know," Chi Ruiqiang said as he prepared to leave for a meeting. He affectionately stroked Chi Xinrong's hair and forced a smile.
As I watched Chi Xinrong look at Chi Ruiqiang, I suddenly recalled his phone call and the events that had transpired in the Special Ward. A thought emerged: perhaps that phone call wasn’t made by Chi Ruiqiang at all, but rather by someone lurking in the shadows who dared not reveal themselves.
With this conviction, I sensed that Chi Ruiqiang was about to leave the ward, so I walked to the door to wait for him under Chi Xinrong's surprised gaze.
Chi Ruiqiang seemed to realize I had something to say; after exchanging a few words with the nurse, he quickly stepped outside.
"What’s up?" he asked.
"You called me at eight o'clock this morning?"
"Eight o'clock! No, I was resting then. I didn’t sleep last night; I stayed by Rongrong's side."
"Yes, someone must be up to no good, impersonating you when they called me. Their voice sounded somewhat like yours, which is why I rushed over in a panic and nearly ended up in trouble in the Special Ward."
"What's happening?" Chi Ruiqiang asked in surprise.
"It's all over now. Here, you won't believe it. Chi Uncle, you go ahead with your work. I think Rongrong will be fine. I need to help you sort out the Night Festival matters."
"Alright, I'll head out first."
"Okay." I nodded and watched as Chi Ruiqiang left before entering the hospital room.
"Ma Qi." Chi Xinrong's voice was strained; the nurse had to shout for her to be heard, her throat likely feeling like it was being torn apart. This was due to the internal injuries caused by being trapped in a coffin. I approached the bedside, and Chi Xinrong waved her hand at the nurse, signaling her to leave.
The nurse cast a worried glance at me before reluctantly stepping out.
As soon as the nurse left, Chi Xinrong grabbed my arm urgently. "Ma Qi, get me out of here."
"What's wrong?"
"I'm scared..." I had never seen Chi Xinrong so vulnerable before. It was likely due to what Chi Ruiqiang had done earlier that left her feeling hopeless and afraid. But now, her Uncle had changed; she should be able to find peace in being the Director's daughter.
In the days to come, Chi Xinrong would recover quickly and reappear before us with a fresh perspective.
However, this would make our relationship awkward. How could the daughter of a Director have feelings for a Mortician who dealt with the dead?
"Don't be afraid. It's all over now."
"No, Ma Qi, it's not over. Last night, I heard him on the phone with someone about holding another ceremony tonight." Chi Xinrong struggled to speak; each word seemed to cause her pain, and her expression revealed everything.
"You woke up last night?"
"Yes. But I didn't open my eyes; I pretended to be unconscious." He had stayed by my side all night, cursing and blaming us for being harmful, calling my father names, then kneeling by the bed begging for my forgiveness while holding my hand and crying loudly. He promised that once I was reborn, he would accompany me properly and help me plan my life anew.
I was stunned.
These words were not directed at Chi Xinrong by Chi Ruiqiang; they were meant for his son, Chiang.
Whether Chi Xinrong's words were true or false, did Chi Ruiqiang truly intend to resurrect Chiang at any cost? This was a matter that could tarnish their ancestral reputation. If he went through with it, the consequences would be unimaginable.
There have always been rumors about borrowing a corpse to bring back a soul, but that is merely a one-in-a-million coincidence.
For instance, a recently deceased body that hasn't completely stiffened can serve as a vessel for the lost soul to return, but that remains just a legend. I have never witnessed such an event myself, and even my grandfather's generation had no known examples.
Thus, the method of borrowing a corpse to revive someone remains questionable.
However, this situation with Chi Xinrong is complicated and closely tied to the Evil Sorcerer, Li Gui.
If we can find Li Gui, we can unravel his schemes.
Li Gui intends to use the opening of Hell Gate to perform Evil Arts in order to resurrect Chiang. He must find a place of extreme cold and darkness to complete the ritual. I needed to take Chi Xinrong away immediately, but the problem was her frailty—what if something went wrong while I was moving her?
It was driving me crazy.
I paced back and forth in the hospital room while Chi Xinrong watched me intently from her bed.
"Stop staring at me and close your eyes to rest."
In this city, there are not many places that are extremely cold and dark. They are either graveyards or haunted houses.
Haunted House!
Yes, that's it—Haunted House.
There was a tree, and beneath that tree lay a set of dry bones.
Once the bones were removed, the Wraith remained in the Haunted House.
I once thought that after a proper ritual, the Wraith would leave, but I didn't expect her to stubbornly insist on staying to wait for that Callous and Unfeeling man.
I didn't have the time to help this Wraith find out whether the Callous and Unfeeling man was dead or alive, so this matter has been left unresolved until now.
The fat man had no idea that the Haunted House and the Wraith were still there.
He didn't know, but Li Gui certainly did.
Although the Haunted House was very close to Ma Wu Funeral Home, Li Gui had never regarded me as a threat, which is why he chose to perform Evil Arts in the Haunted House to summon Chiang's spirit back for his dark resurrection.
As I wrote down the possible places where Li Gui might be hiding, I felt much clearer in my mind and stopped walking. Chi Xinrong eagerly asked, "Has Ma Qi come up with a plan?"
"I have."
"Then let's get out of here quickly." It was clear that Chi Xinrong didn't want to stay even a moment longer. I calmly took out my phone and began dialing. Qin Jian's voice came through: "Is there something you need, Ma Qi?"
"Of course there's something. Get to City Hospital immediately."
"Got it."
Qin Jian hung up, and Chi Xinrong was feeling drowsy from the liquid she had just taken.
I knew this was Chi Ruiqiang's trick, and I felt a deep resentment; the face of capitalism made me sick.
"If you’re not afraid of pain, I’ll pull it out for you."
“Hmm.”
I was afraid to see the blood gushing out of the vein, so I closed my eyes and pulled the needle out quickly. I pressed a bandage over the spot where the needle had been, and the bleeding stopped, but I broke out in a cold sweat.
Chi Xinrong was still strong enough; she didn’t even furrow her brows.
“Am I leaving now?” she said, trying to get up from the bed.
I hurriedly pressed her down. “Hold on, we’re waiting for someone!”
“Uh…”
Just then, there was a knock at the door. It was the nurse. I quickly shoved her hand under the covers and tucked the needle in as well, letting it drip into the blankets so that it would appear there was some movement, preventing any suspicion from the nurse.
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