Chapter 64 Pure Yin Constitution: A Calamity and a Fortune

"That madman Lu Haowen has pulled out all the stops! Dashcam! He even brought out the dashcam!"

Wen Xubai abruptly stopped, his chest heaving violently, his eyes filled with a murderous glint. "Xie Xun, that meddlesome fellow, has a sharp eye! He definitely knows everything now!"

He got angrier and angrier as he spoke, and grabbed a glass from the table, intending to smash it, but was stopped by a look from his assistant.

"Brother Wen, it's not worth getting your hands dirty."

The assistant adjusted his glasses, his voice calm, "Lu Haowen is already a useless piece of the pawn. Whatever he says, we can call it madness. The key is that Xie Xun. He knows too much, and he seems to have some strange abilities. Keeping him around will only cause trouble."

These words struck Wen Xubai's sore spot precisely.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes red as he looked at his assistant, "You mean..."

The assistant took a few steps closer, lowering his voice to almost a whisper, his tone revealing a blatant calculation.

"Didn't Mr. Liu already say that?"

His voice was cold. "A pure Yin constitution is both a calamity and a blessing."

Wen Xubai's pupils suddenly contracted.

Mr. Liu, that mysterious man.

Yes, he was able to get in touch with this person because of this assistant's introduction. He said that he was destined to be mediocre and unremarkable because there was a malevolent aura pressing down on him, causing him to be second best for life, always just one step short.

At the time, he didn't completely believe it, but Mr. Liu accurately described his experiences of missing out on the grand prize several times, even though he was just on the verge of winning, all through the screen.

They even knew all the secret misfortunes he had, such as almost drowning as a child and being inexplicably sidelined for half a year by his company before his debut because he refused to be subjected to unspoken rules.

He had no choice but to believe it!

It was Mr. Liu who gave him the little wooden puppet and the spell, telling him that Lu Haowen had a unique destiny and a fiery fortune. If he could cleverly borrow it, he could dispel the evil aura above Lu Haowen's head.

He did as instructed.

Sure enough, Lu Haowen quickly fell for him, and his resources visibly improved.

Although on the surface, Lu Haowen seems to be one step ahead of him, always making him a runner-up in awards, as if repeatedly reminding him of his perpetual runner-up fate, it's all part of his plan. What he's absorbing is Lu Haowen's core star power and audience appeal.

For now, Lu Haowen will occupy those empty titles, which will serve as a shield for him.

Mr. Liu said that this is only the first step.

The most crucial step is to have a sufficiently influential person break the deadlock and personally identify him as a victim who was used by Lu Haowen.

When public opinion overwhelmingly sympathizes with him and condemns Lu Haowen, the massive sympathy gathered can be transformed into the sharpest spear, piercing through the last bit of murderous aura surrounding him!

At that time, Lu Haowen will be utterly disgraced, and he will step on his corpse to wash away all bad luck and truly reach the top!

This was a flawless plan.

But now, Xie Xun has ruined it all!

He broke through the array's core, causing Lu Haowen to suffer a backlash, and also causing that madman to reveal all his dirty secrets.

Now Wen Xubai has almost become a laughing stock on the entire internet, so what's the point of talking about sympathy? What's the point of talking about breaking the deadlock?

Instead of eliminating the malevolent energy, it provoked an even greater backlash and infamy.

A hint of desperate, mad resentment gradually crept onto Wen Xubai's handsome face.

He glanced at his assistant, who nodded slightly.

"Mr. Liu instructed that if anything goes wrong, the problem will definitely lie with the person who caused the problem."

His words grew increasingly harsh, "That kid has a pure Yin constitution. Killing him will not only suppress the backlash, but we can also use him as a sacrifice to completely stabilize the luck we borrowed, and maybe even propel it to new heights."

"At this point, there is no other way."

"good……"

Wen Xubai spat out the word through gritted teeth, his eyes sinister, "Tonight! We can't afford to waste any more time! What I've lost, I must get back with interest!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a small crack appeared at the top of the window.

A tiny yellow paper figure, as thin as a cicada's wing and almost blending into the shadows, silently shrank back through the gap.

The paper figure had been peering out the window the whole time, and it heard every single harsh word spoken inside.

It doesn't think; it simply relays everything it hears and sees back to its empathetic owner.

...

Meanwhile, Xie Xun was leaning against the headboard of his bed in his room, resting with his eyes closed, looking as if he were asleep.

Suddenly, his eyelids twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes.

He casually pulled the yellow paper he had sent out from his pocket. Instantly, it appeared as if the paper was damp, with several crooked marks showing up, like some kind of evil spell.

It doesn't look like a good thing.

Xie Xun stared at the few sheets of paper, his face expressionless, but his eyes gradually turned cold, as if covered with frost.

"Oh."

After a long pause, a low laugh escaped his throat, it was impossible to tell whether it was from anger or mockery.

Xie Xun recalled Wen Xubai's worried and fearful cowardly appearance in front of him, and then compared it with the man-eating face he had seen through the paper figure just now.

This face-changing speed is so fast, it could be used to perform in a grand opera.

You want to use my life to change your luck?

Dream on.

Xie Xun sneered inwardly. This was pretty much what he had guessed. Wen Xubai was indeed hiding something deeper behind him.

Mr. Liu...

This name is like the last piece of a puzzle, snapping together all those strange and inexplicable things from before.

The Liu family's closest relatives' sacrificial resurrection technique, the black smiling Buddha, the red and white demons that almost swallowed him at the ghost market, the broken bell dug out from the Miao village's array eye, and the Southeast Asian evil technique of borrowing luck to raise ghosts in front of him...

One thing after another, I used to think it was just bad luck, but the misfortunes I encountered became more and more bizarre.

Now, everything's connected!

Xie Xun's heart sank little by little, and even the back of his neck felt a little cold.

This involves borrowing fortune, resurrecting a close relative, and sacrificing someone with a pure Yin constitution. With all this fuss, who exactly is the Liu family trying to retrieve from the underworld?

He suddenly remembered the news that had been broadcast on TV every day recently.

The eldest son of the Liu family drowned unexpectedly, and their businesses subsequently ran into trouble. At the time, it seemed like just bad luck for a wealthy family, but now, looking back, it was hardly an accident.

The eldest son had just died, and the Liu family was already in a hurry to perform a resurrection ritual, collecting fortune and souls everywhere...

A terrifying thought suddenly flashed through Xie Xun's mind: Could it be that they want to bring back the young master who just died?

But then I thought about it again and realized something was wrong.

The news said that the Liu family had been in turmoil for the past few months, with all sorts of strange things happening frequently. It seemed that the Crown Prince had been implicated and died because of this, which was more in line with the Liu family's evil magic of resurrection through the sacrifice of a close relative.

The more Xie Xun thought about it, the more goosebumps appeared all over his body.

He always felt that the person the Liu family was trying to revive was probably not just the eldest son who had just died.

The scale and immense aura of these array formations and evil arts are more like supporting a thousand-year-old ghost like Fu Qinghuai.

He had always felt that someone was pushing him from behind, but now he finally understood that it wasn't a pair of hands, but a large net that had been woven long ago, waiting for him to crawl into it.

The mastermind behind all of this is the Liu family.

But how did he, a nobody who had only recently taken over his family's run-down paper craft shop, manage to get involved with the powerful and influential Liu family in Hong Kong?

Is it because his pure Yin constitution, which is associated with ghosts, is like a piece of Tang Sanzang's flesh, and everyone wants to take a bite?

Xie Xun crumpled the few unsightly yellow papers in his hand into a ball, rubbed them between his fingers, and the paper ball popped out of the air and burned to ashes.

He had just finished burning the paper money when a cold body pressed against his back.

Fu Qinghuai had moved closer again at some point, resting his chin on his shoulder and naturally taking his arm around him, his tone carrying seven parts joke and three parts seriousness.

"Do you want your husband to wipe them all out for you?"

These words sounded light, but Xie Xun knew he was truly capable of doing them. For a thousand-year-old evil spirit, dealing with these things was easier than crushing an ant.

However, Xie Xun's attention wasn't on that at all right now. He frowned, turned his head, and glared at him:

"Who's your husband? Try calling me that again."