I Rule Fortune-Telling Livestreams-Chapter 105: Kill Him Next Time
The moon emerged from behind the clouds, casting a clear, bright light upon the world below.
Shen Zhiyao, dressed in a pale blue cheongsam, rode her sword into Chen Family Village, arriving at Chen Xu’s residence.
"Chen Xu, did you really think you could hide from me in Chen Family Village, a place teeming with Fierce Ghosts?"
Chen Xu stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression grim as he stared at the aloof woman in the night. "Who the hell are you? Why are you so set against me?"
"Who I am isn’t important. What’s important is that you’ve committed countless evil deeds, and it’s time to face your reckoning." She smiled faintly. "And I... am your reckoning!"
Sensing imminent danger, Chen Xu turned to flee.
With a wave of her hand, Shen Zhiyao sent the massive floor-to-ceiling window shattering into pieces.
The next instant, Shen Zhiyao was standing before him. "Chen Xu, tell me, how would you like to die?"
She looked so young, her cheeks still holding a trace of youthfulness, yet her cold eyes held an oppressive weight that made one’s skin crawl.
Chen Xu stammered, "Wait, wait, don’t kill me! Jin Huai Zhong sent you, didn’t he? How much did he pay you? I can double it! No, triple! Immortal, please don’t kill me! Immortal!"
Chen Xu had grown up in poverty. After leaving the mountains, he was blinded by the glitz and glamour of the outside world and became obsessed with pursuing material wealth.
To get rich quick, he used his skills to commit countless evil acts, amassing a huge fortune in just a few short years.
For two decades, he lived a life of luxury and was respected wherever he went.
But when he reached middle age, the Heavenly Dao’s punishment began. He discovered that no amount of money could offset its judgment.
Now, with his life on the line, he didn’t hesitate to throw money at the problem to save himself.
Shen Zhiyao snorted. "Don’t think money can solve everything. Let me tell you, I don’t want anything from you tonight. I only want your worthless life, Chen Xu!"
’Someone who wants your life, not your money, is far more terrifying!’
Only then did Chen Xu remember the law, hastily using it as a shield. "Wait, wait, don’t kill me! Murder is illegal! It’s a serious crime—you’ll go to jail!"
Shen Zhiyao let out a soft laugh. "If I wanted to kill you, I certainly wouldn’t dirty my own hands."
As she spoke, her fingers formed a hand seal. A red light appeared on the ground, and the air around her began to swirl, drawn in by the crimson glow.
A figure in red slowly materialized—a woman with long hair, dressed in a wedding gown, and exceptionally beautiful.
Chen Xu’s expression changed drastically. "What’s going on? My Red-clothed Ghost... Didn’t you kill her?"
Shen Zhiyao stopped her hand seal and said icily, "Who said I killed her?"
In truth, the talisman she’d given to Jin Huai Zhong was merely for capturing the ghost.
The blazing fire had only served to sever the bond between the Red-clothed Ghost and Chen Xu.
’This ghost was a pitiful creature, really.’
Women who could be refined into ghosts must have suffered inhuman torture in their past lives.
This Red-clothed Ghost, for instance, had been abducted by Chen Xu on her wedding day.
After being locked in a dark room for a year, she died in utter despair.
To make her unconditionally obey his commands, he had thrown her into a ghost-refining vessel after her death, brutally stripping away her humanity and turning her into a baby spirit that only knew how to follow orders.
"It’s not that I’m afraid to kill; I just think killing scum like you would dirty my hands. Once the contract with a ghost soul is broken, it remembers everything it suffered in life and after death. Driven by immense resentment, it will devour its master whole, not even leaving the bones!"
"No! No! Don’t kill me! I’m your master!" Panicked, Chen Xu turned and tried to wheel himself away.
But in his haste, the wheelchair tipped over, sending Chen Xu sprawling to the floor.
"Zhao Huan, wake up!"
Shen Zhiyao’s roar struck the Red-clothed Ghost’s ears like a clear, sharp tone, jolting her consciousness back to life.
Her once-white eyes instantly formed pupils. Memories of the past came flooding back like a tidal wave.
"AHHHH!!!"
She let out a grief-stricken cry as the events of her past were seared into her mind, as vivid as if she were reliving them.
That day was supposed to be her wedding night. She had been waiting with joyful anticipation for her husband to return.
When she heard the door open, she looked up in delight, only to see the face of a strange man.
Behind him, he was dragging her husband, who was covered in blood, leaving a long, dark trail on the floor.
Even then, her husband was still pleading, "Please, let my wife go... She’s pregnant... She’s very timid. You can kill me... just please, let her go..."
The man just smiled coldly. Right in front of her, he hacked her husband to pieces, spraying her face with warm blood.
In an instant, the festive red of the bridal chamber was transformed into the blood-red of a living hell.
And that was only the beginning. During her imprisonment, she suffered inhuman torture and abuse, making every moment a living death.
He’d said, "Don’t stare at me like that! You have an unfortunate birthdate—born in a Yin year, on a Yin month, on a Yin day. That makes you the perfect material for me to refine ghosts. The more miserably you die, the more powerful you’ll be afterward!"
And he’d also said, "How about it? Isn’t this a fun way to die? You’ll never be reincarnated, for all eternity!"
After the contract was formed, the Red-clothed Ghost was forced to commit many atrocities, all under the guise of righteous heroism.
Sometimes, for profit, Chen Xu would have the ghost wreak havoc in someone’s home, only for him to show up later, posing as a Daoist, to "exorcise" her for a fee.
Other times, the rich and powerful would pay Chen Xu a hefty sum to assassinate their rivals when they couldn’t act themselves, ensuring the target was eliminated without a trace.
Since the Heavenly Dao’s punishment had befallen him, Chen Xu hadn’t used his Ghost Control Skill to harm anyone in a long time.
This time, it was only for the sake of his only child that he had ordered Zhao Huan to kill Jin Huai Zhong.
He never imagined he’d be biting off more than he could chew.
Zhao Huan snapped out of her agonizing memories, her cold eyes blazing with an overwhelming hatred.
"Chen Xu! Go to hell!"
Zhao Huan shot forward dozens of meters, her fingernails instantly growing to thirty centimeters, each as sharp as a dagger. They were about to plunge into Chen Xu’s body.
A golden light flared from Chen Xu’s body, flinging Zhao Huan ten meters back.
Only then did Chen Xu remember the life-saving Magic Artifact he carried.
He quickly fumbled for it, pulling it out with a foolish grin. "You want to kill me? In your dreams! I have a life-saving Magical Treasure!"
The reason Chen Xu had dared to commit so many atrocities was because of this Magic Artifact.
His original plan was to wait for the Heavenly Dao’s punishment to pass, then use this Magical Treasure to extend his life, heal his legs, and restore his youth.
Deceiving the Heavenly Dao like that would be like getting a second chance at life.
He never imagined an accident would force him to use the stone ahead of schedule.
Shen Zhiyao’s brow furrowed as she felt a surge of abundant Spiritual Energy.
Her gaze fell to the object in Chen Xu’s hand. It was a silver stone, imbued with the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth.
This kind of silver Spirit Stone was quite common in the Cultivation World. It was also a pricey, life-saving Spiritual Artifact capable of blocking any attack from someone at the Nascent Soul Stage.
And Shen Zhiyao’s Cultivation, as it happened, was precisely at the Early stage Nascent Soul.
A single, full-powered strike from her could shatter the barrier, but she would be severely weakened in the process, her Cultivation regressing all the way back to the First Rank of Qi Refining.
At this, Shen Zhiyao hesitated...
’Maybe... I should kill him some other time?’
