Chapter 105: Your Existence, My Deep Blood Debt (3) Time Comes...
She spent the entire morning in fear, from washing up and eating breakfast to putting on makeup. As long as there was the slightest movement in the house, Tu Wanqing would get goosebumps all over her body, and she would always imagine that when she turned her head, she would see the old woman running towards her with twisted limbs.
But in fact, nothing happened that morning. When she was about to go out, Tu Wanqing finally breathed a sigh of relief and told herself that everything last night was just a nightmare, and she had been scaring herself the whole morning.
At around nine o'clock, Tu Wanqing walked out of the house and went to her music studio.
The moment she reached out to grasp the door handle, a chill ran down her back and the horrific scene reappeared in her mind.
Tu Wanqing turned around in horror, still ignoring what was happening behind her. The bright sunlight was shining in the living room, and it didn't look like it was haunted at all.
But her chills this time were not entirely fake, because the sofa in the living room, which seemed normal, was actually full of people, who were silently watching her leave.
Two of the six people are immortals and have no Yin energy, while the remaining three ghosts and one demon are full of Yin energy. Staring at the same person at the same time is enough to stimulate a person's sixth sense.
Tu Wanqing stared at the living room, took a deep breath, made sure everything was fine, opened the door and went out.
Li Qi looked at Si Ling and couldn't help but ask, "I thought you would strike while the iron is hot and let it go just like that?"
Si Ling shrugged. "If you're frightened for too long, you'll get numb. Sometimes taking it easy is better."
——This is a rational and decent "official explanation".
The selfish angle was much simpler. Si Ling felt that this mother and daughter had indulged in extravagance by riding on the tragedies of thousands of families, and a quick death was too easy for them. The same could be said of the Tumba family—if the sheer number of mission targets and the use of magic forced a swift resolution, Si Ling would have gladly taken his time, slowly torturing each of them into hell.
After hearing that explanation, Li Qi stopped asking questions. Si Ling cast a spell to manifest himself as a mortal, opened the most inconspicuous cabinet door in the corner of the living room, and pulled out a cardboard box.
The cardboard box contained the things she bought yesterday. Si Ling took out her cell phone, inserted the SIM card, opened the Tongming disk and checked the information according to the message sent by Lucifer. Then she sat back on the sofa, cast a spell on the phone, and waited for a while. When the time came to 9:44, she dialed a number.
The first time, the phone was disconnected;
The second time, no one answered;
I called for the fourth time but couldn't get through. On the fifth try, the call finally connected. A man was on the other end of the line. His deep voice was filled with confusion. He said in English, "Hello, who is this?"
Si Ling said in a calm voice without any emotion: "Give me back the money, George. Give me back the money."
When they heard this, they knew who she had called. Zhu Mengwei frowned and hesitated to speak.
...At this moment, George, who had just finished a government meeting, heard a hoarse middle-aged female voice from the receiver.
What was strange was that he could clearly hear the other person speaking Chinese, but he understood exactly what the other person meant, as if a strange force was fiddling with his nerves and conveying information to him in the dark.
George felt a chill in his heart, but subjectively thought it was just a harassing call, so he decisively pressed the hang-up button.
Si Ling didn't care and threw his phone aside.
Next, she would make the same call every hour, and if George blocked her phone number, she would change her card.
At noon, George finally couldn't stand it anymore and asked, "Who are you?!"
Si Ling paused technically for a while and let out a hoarse laugh.
George hung up the phone again, and the Baima trio, who had just arranged the night operation, returned to the living room.
"Are you still trying to scare George?" Zhu Mengwei glanced at Si Ling and finally couldn't help asking, "Um, do we really have to deal with her ex-boyfriend who she broke up with nearly seven or eight years ago?"
"Why not?" Xuan Chi smiled first.
"Isn't this interfering too much with human karma?" Zhu Mengwei frowned. "This is completely different from killing members of the Tunba family and other believers along the way... Although George spent a lot of Tu Wanqing's money to pave the way for his own career, he has no direct connection to this matter... I'm not feeling sorry for him or trying to whitewash him, I just think we're actually testing the boundaries of the laws of the Three Realms. It's too risky."
Zhu Mengwei felt that it was not worth risking her own safety for such a villain.
Xuan Chi glanced at Si Ling, who was still fiddling with his phone, and chuckled, "I think this is worth the risk. Tu Wanqing's public opinion has caused a huge stir, and he must be aware of those things. But he still chose to be with Tu Wanqing, and at the same time used the money to pursue a career in politics - such a person can't be a good official. If we don't do anything, he may cause the next major tragedy in the world."
This made Li Qi dissatisfied: "So we are acting as vigilantes now?"
Even Ah Zhui couldn't help but say to Xuan Chi, "Let's have a rational discussion... He's not an official of the Porcelain Country, and he's somewhat antagonistic towards the Porcelain Country. Should we reconsider this matter?"
"The heavenly realm does not actively interfere with the cause and effect of the human world, but the gods enjoy the offerings of the human world. When they realize that the human world is about to encounter a disaster, the heavenly realm cannot stand by and watch the tragedy happen to the human world." Xuan Chi blurted out.
"You're no longer in the Heaven Realm!" Li Qi said. "Four of the six of us have nothing to do with the Heaven Realm. As immortals, Zhu Mengwei and I have no business getting involved in such matters—and they're foreign affairs!"
Zhu Mengwei looked at Xuan Chi with amusement: "Who said 'The Heavenly Realm cannot stand by and watch the tragedies of the human world'? Could it be your Heavenly Emperor?"
The atmosphere froze. In fact, Zhu Mengwei's words were just a question. She didn't mean to mock Hyun Chi's idea, but it really sounded like a mockery.
Si Ling finally put down her phone in this atmosphere. She belatedly realized that several of her teammates had started arguing. She looked at them with a complicated expression and tried to appease Li Qi and Zhu Mengwei. "Okay, it's okay. I'll handle George's part on my own. Even if it really violates the laws of the Three Realms, it's my own responsibility. Don't worry."
Li Qi's eyes widened: "The point is, we don't want to see you get struck by lightning!!!"
"No." Si Ling smiled and shrugged. "I promise, I will reach a result that will make all parties shut up. Even if the Emperor of Heaven personally asks about it, I have a sufficient reason."
Li Qi fell silent, and Zhu Mengwei asked worriedly, "Really?"
Si Ling asked back: "Why, did I lie to you?"
Zhu Mengwei stopped talking.
Indeed, although they have known each other for a short time, Si Ling always accomplishes what she promises, and her strength is enough to make everyone feel at ease.
The argument ended there. Si Ling opened the cabinet in the corner again and found a few more things, intending to take them to the attic. Seeing this, Xuan Chi immediately stood up and followed her, taking the box from her hand: "I'll help you."
Si Ling smiled slightly and let him take the box. The two of them floated up the stairs one after the other.
After their figures completely disappeared, Bai Ma glanced at Li Qi meaningfully: "If Si Ling is really going to be struck by lightning, Xuan Chi will also stand in front of her."
Li Qi scoffed, and Ah Zhui shrugged: "Si Ling doesn't need him to block him."
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In the attic, Si Ling put the wooden box in Xuan Chi's hand in a position that satisfied him, opened the small lock on the box, and put the other things into the box one by one.
Hyun Chi was waiting for her idly when he suddenly heard her say, "I agree with you."
Xuan Chi turned his head away, not knowing what she was talking about for a moment.
"The heavens enjoy the incense of the human world. At least when they see that disaster is about to befall, they shouldn't stand by and watch the tragedy happen on earth." Si Ling looked up at him, his brows furrowed. "I have always had similar thoughts."
"Of course, I don't want to blame any of the gods." Si Ling lowered his eyes. "The current laws of the Three Realms restrict their actions. Even if they have good intentions, they cannot arbitrarily interfere with the cause and effect of the human world. I know all this."
"I just think it's strange that this rule was originally established. I don't understand what considerations the Heavenly Realm had in mind to make such a requirement." She looked at him again and asked, "What does the Emperor of Heaven think?"
“…I don’t remember.” Hyun Chi still gave the same answer.
Si Ling laughed, shook his head, and continued to work on the things at hand.
After a while, Xuan Chi suddenly said, "It didn't seem to be like this before."
Si Ling was stunned, then after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was possible - otherwise, where did Xuan Chi's self-evident words "Heaven cannot stand by and watch people die" come from?
She became curious about the Emperor of Heaven again, and her views on this top-level immortal became more complicated. Xuan Chi's experience made her believe that the Emperor of Heaven was a tyrant, but Xuan Chi's obsessive loyalty and these details often made her think that the Emperor of Heaven might not be so bad.
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At seven o'clock in the evening, Tu Wanqing was still immersed in music creation. This beautiful artistic atmosphere made her almost forget the series of nightmares she had last night.
Until her ex-boyfriend knocked on the studio door.
"Sir, you can't go in!" Her assistant tried to stop her, but the irritable George ignored it and rushed into the room where Tu Wanqing was and questioned her: "We broke up peacefully, right? What do you mean by asking for money now?"
Tu Wanqing subconsciously stopped playing the piano. The feeling of being interrupted made her feel upset, but when she looked past the piano and saw the person coming, she was stunned: "George? What are you talking about..."
Seeing this, the assistant stopped trying to stop him and tactfully left, closing the door.
George walked towards her in two steps, lowering his head and tapping the screen of his phone twice. When he reached the side of the piano, he raised his phone to show Tu Wanqing: "Look! These are all calls from your mother. What on earth do you want to do?!"
Tu Wanqing took the phone in confusion, only to see a large number of call records marked as "unknown calls" on George's screen, with three or four different numbers.
She said in confusion, "I didn't ask for money... Why did you say it was my mother calling? She's in a prison in China, you know that."
"I asked!" George tried to maintain his patience despite his collapse. "I didn't mean to offend, but she was like a psychopath! At first she just wanted money, but later she said the money was her life. I asked her who she was and she laughed. Just now, she finally told me who she was!"
Tu Wanqing was surprised: "She said she is my mother?!"
"YES!" George said in a clear voice.
Just then, the time came to 19:44 and the phone rang again.
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