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Chapter 54: Fateful Path (Part Thirteen)
Chi Xinrong, acting like a fool, looked down at me with an imposing demeanor and said, "Ask whatever you want; I will definitely tell you what I know." She was angry—whether it was because I had pushed Zhang Xian too hard or for some other reason, I didn’t want to think about it now.
I needed to ask about the incident when she fainted in the abandoned warehouse. "You have to explain to me about Dengke Qi."
Qin Jian, unable to contain herself, quickly replied on her behalf, "She's also a victim; why are you blaming her?"
"Dengke Qi is an Evil Sorcerer. With him gone, there are still countless Evil Sorcerers lurking among the crowd, all seeking revenge for Dengke Qi's death. Just look at what happened with Zhang Wang."
"Lao Qi, you can't compare Zhang Wang's situation with what happened during their trip!"
Zhang Xian was still crying. Chi Xinrong glared at me angrily because my question was too direct, but she calmed down under Qin Jian's comfort. Even so, she still didn’t give me a pleasant look. She was trying to console Zhang Xian, showing a rare softness to soothe her.
The power of love is immense; Qin Jian had somehow managed to temper this foolish girl's impulsive and irritable nature, making her more reserved and composed.
"Stop crying; does crying solve anything?" I couldn't stand it when women cried; it made me feel restless and irritable. While I thought that Qin Jian's earlier situation couldn't be compared to the Zhang Wang incident, I felt it wasn't such a simple matter. Many worldly matters hinge on coincidence, but this one was certainly more complicated than mere chance.
"We're in the light while the bad guys are in the dark; who knows what's really going on! First of all, don’t panic or rush; don’t be sad. As long as I'm Ma Qi, you’ll be fine."
With Chi Xinrong’s comfort and my assurance, Zhang Xian gradually stopped sobbing.
For a moment, the room fell silent. I closed my eyes slightly, refusing to continue arguing with Qin Jian about Chi Xinrong and Dengke Qi. Instead, I focused my mind and relaxed all my senses, listening intently for any information from the surroundings.
The rustling sounds were incessant; it seemed I had underestimated this place. Mo Feng's home was overloaded with Yin Qi, which affected normal life.
Heavy Yin Qi could stem from two possibilities: one being naturally heavy Yin Qi and the other being artificially induced.
The latter could mean that there were items placed inappropriately within the house or that certain items were affecting the feng shui. There were several things in this house that particularly gathered Yin energy. Because of this, after repeatedly driving away evil entities before, they kept reappearing as Evil Energy emerged. Evil Energy absorbs Yin energy; if I wasn't mistaken, there must be objects in their home that attracted Yin and gathered evil. My serious demeanor made everyone in the room too afraid to speak.
Whatever I did made them tense; even Qin Jian kept a close eye on Chi Xinrong’s movements, fearing she would disrupt the momentary tranquility. I slowly stood up and walked straight out of Mo Feng's bedroom. In the living room, a cluster of green leaves in a floor vase caught my eye—they glistened under the light. When I reached out to touch them, I realized they were plastic plants—fake. I took a quick look around the living room; there were three artificial flowers arranged throughout the space.
Zhang Xian hurriedly explained beside me, "Feng Zhenhua is dirty, sheds leaves easily, and attracts bugs."
"Real flowers may be dirty, but they are real. With so many fake plants and flowers in their home, it's no wonder they attract negative energy. Fake flowers lack vitality, which can affect the luck of the household."
Old Man Mo, who had been sitting on the sofa, suddenly realized as he listened to me, "It's my bad luck. I’ve bought lottery tickets month after month and year after year, never winning even five bucks. No wonder I can't get what I want."
"Sweat, we also have a lot of fake flowers at home..." Zhang Xian clicked her tongue softly. Perhaps my mention of her cosmetic surgery made her slightly embarrassed; she closed her mouth before finishing her thought.
Chi Xinrong quietly comforted her, "Just replace them when you get back. You should listen to Ma Qi."
Old Man Mo took action immediately, moving out the fake plants, including the fake flowers from his daughter's bedroom.
"Zhang Xian, let’s replace the fake flowers here. I'll make a protective seal; nothing serious should happen to Mo Feng. Think about it—who among everyone else could have captured footage of your outing?"
I hoped to find that face that had appeared for just a moment earlier—a face so ordinary it would be hard to spot in a crowd. Not ugly, just filled with self-doubt and resentment. Who could she be?
Could she be a colleague who traveled with Zhang Xian?
Without much thought, Zhang Xian replied, "Hua Lu and Sha Hong both took pictures; they just had different angles and scenery."
"Alright then, who do you think is most likely to be next?"
"It's me... I don't want to die... I don't want to die!" Zhang Xian completely ignored Chi Xinrong's soothing words, covering her ears and screaming in terror. Her earlier gentle demeanor shifted to one of nervousness.
It was clear that Chi Xinrong could no longer hold back; gritting her teeth, she snapped at me, "Ma Qi, are you trying to get her killed? How is pressuring her going to help!"
Qin Jian glanced at me with a conflicted expression before finally letting out a heavy sigh. "Then let's go check on Hua Lu." As we stepped outside, he seemed worried about Mo Feng and quietly asked me, "Will leaving her like this cause any problems?"
"No."
As we left Mo Feng's house, Mo Old Man picked up a pen and started writing in his notebook. It seemed that the old man was completely focused on winning the lottery, paying little attention to his daughter's situation. If—just if—I were to tell him about Mo Feng's current circumstances, I wondered if he would still be interested in buying lottery tickets.
Our group walked out of the building, and under Chi Xinrong's thoughtful reassurance, Zhang Xian managed to stabilize her emotions. However, her eyes were still slightly red, and the tip of her nose was also pink. When I read "Dream of the Red Chamber," I didn't believe that Lin Daiyu could die from crying too much. But it seems that women are indeed made of water; they love to cry, especially when faced with significant events.
One cannot rely on tears to express their attitude toward such matters; that would be a sign of a shrew.
Worldly matters are all-encompassing, and the term "shrew" carries some ambiguity regarding women. I think otherwise. If I, Ma Qi, were to find a wife, I would definitely look for someone responsible and strong-willed, not someone delicate and prone to tears. As we walked over to Chi Xinrong's car, my phone buzzed with a text message.
The message read: "Ma Qi, have you really forgotten me?"
I replied with a question mark and a simple response: "Who are you?"
There was no reply to the message, and I had no desire to investigate who was playing tricks on me. Once in the car, Zhang Xian looked like she was about to cry again, which made me quite irritated. Qin Jian patiently comforted her: "Don't cry; we're still here. What do you have to be afraid of?"
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