The Night of Infinite Madness (33)

"Ah, I didn’t expect you to be so sharp. You guessed right—I don’t know why either. Last time I tried to deal with that idiot, damn, the thunder in the sky almost struck me."

Fu Yuanzhong stared at Little Wei’s exaggerated, resentful expression and froze for a moment, confused.

"How… how is that possible?" Fu Yuanzhong wasn’t stupid.

Something like this had never happened before.

After all, a ghost like Jiang Xixi, nourished by spiritual energy, was practically a treasure.

"But it really happened. Scared me half to death. Youyin already told you—we have some history. If I could’ve handled it, I would’ve done it long ago."

Little Wei sighed, her face full of bitterness.

Wuwuwu… in the end, the world just hates me.

Might as well go die.

"Is that so? Maybe he’s carrying something that attracts lightning?" Fu Yuanzhong proposed a theory.

But he quickly dismissed it himself.

What ghost would willingly carry something that attracts thunder?

If anything went wrong, it’d be a direct lightning strike—a ghost hit by that would be wiped out completely.

No ghost would take that risk.

"Tell me, is there a chance he’s the heavens’ favorite son?" Little Wei leaned in close to Fu Yuanzhong, speaking in a hushed, mysterious tone.

Fu Yuanzhong: "…"

"Are you joking with me?" Fu Yuanzhong was rendered speechless by Little Wei.

What kind of nonsense was this?

"Not at all. It’s entirely possible. Maybe the heavens are protecting him, thinking he’s done something to save the world or whatever."

Fu Yuanzhong fell silent again.

For a split second, he wondered if Jiang Xixi was messing with him.

Save the world?

Xu Yichen?

Was there even a one percent connection between those two things?

Too ridiculous.

"I’m not joking." Little Wei glared at Fu Yuanzhong with a serious expression.

Fu Yuanzhong could see the sincerity in her eyes.

If that was the case, then there really was something strange about Xu Yichen. Fu Yuanzhong glanced at the flashy array displayed on the screen.

This thing might not even work on Xu Yichen.

But provoking a ghost king-level entity wasn’t a price they could easily pay.

Yet, this was supposedly the most effective suppression array from ancient methods.

"Is there really no other way?" Fu Yuanzhong frowned deeply.

"There is. Go fall in love."

Fu Yuanzhong: "???"

"Are you messing with me?" Fu Yuanzhong’s face went numb from Little Wei’s antics.

"Not at all. If you fall in love, this problem will solve itself easily."

Fu Yuanzhong was even more baffled by her logic.

What kind of connection was there between these two things?

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Never mind. Maybe you’re thinking about cultivation—if you just get stronger than him, the problem won’t seem so bad, right?"

Little Wei reconsidered. If she revealed her intentions too directly, it might just confuse Fu Yuanzhong further.

Better to let these two grow stronger first.

She’d already passed the cultivation techniques to Jiang Chu and even unblocked his meridians. Once Jiang Chu started cultivating, that trashy female lead wouldn’t stand a chance.

After all, cultivation techniques from the immortal realm were far superior to anything in this world.

Just as Fu Yuanzhong was about to speak, Si’s voice echoed in Little Wei’s mind.

"Host, something’s wrong." Si sounded urgent. "That pair of protagonists has targeted ordinary people."

"Damn, is she an idiot?" Little Wei hadn’t expected Zhao Xi to stoop this low.

This was beyond ridiculous.

"No, she targeted her own family." Si clarified.

Little Wei immediately pictured that noblewoman’s face but didn’t have time to dwell on it.

She grabbed Fu Yuanzhong’s arm.

"Emergency. Come with me."

Youyin and Jiang Chu were still cooking when a gust of wind swept past—the two figures vanished without a trace.

"Youyin-jie." Jiang Chu swallowed hard, seeing the grim expression on Youyin’s face.

Emmmm…

Something felt very wrong.

"It’s fine. Let’s follow them."

Unfortunately, by the time they stepped outside, Little Wei and Fu Yuanzhong were already gone.

Meanwhile, Fu Yuanzhong felt like he’d been kidnapped.

"Where are you taking me?" He was utterly lost.

"The Zhao Family." Little Wei finished transferring money and settled into the backseat.

Hearing this, Fu Yuanzhong understood and stopped resisting, even relaxing a little.

When they arrived, Fu Yuanzhong nearly blurted out, "Holy crap."

The entire villa was shrouded in thick, suffocating black energy. Just looking at it made it hard to breathe.

Xu Yichen was unleashing his full power.

Little Wei quickly tossed out her staff, absorbing the dark energy before it could spread.

Since she hadn’t acted with killing intent, no thunder descended this time.

That, at least, was a relief.

"Someone’s coming out." Fu Yuanzhong said.

Little Wei didn’t hesitate, rushing inside and scooping up a little boy who’d nearly fallen.

Feeling the icy chill, Zhao Hanyu shivered and looked up at Little Wei.

Emmmm…

Of all people, why did it have to be her?

Zhao Hanyu really was unlucky.

But right now, he had no idea how to escape.

Defeated, he sighed.

"It’s a child." Little Wei recognized him immediately—Zhao Xi’s younger brother.

"Where are your parents?" she asked softly.

Zhao Hanyu shook his head, eyes blank.

"I don’t know."

Probably already dead.

He didn’t care much about those two anyway—neither was worth saving. A child’s innocence was one thing, but keeping himself alive was his priority.

Given the recent news about the Zhao Family, even he wasn’t dumb enough to miss that this ghost girl was behind it.

He didn’t know how she’d pulled it off, but the efficiency was impressive.

Zhao Hanyu could only admire it.

Little Wei gave up on further questions.

"What’s the situation?" She carried Zhao Hanyu outside, where Fu Yuanzhong was still staring at the sky.

Little Wei followed his gaze but saw nothing.

"No signs of life left." Fu Yuanzhong said grimly.

"They’re truly ruthless." Little Wei’s lips twitched.

Honestly, she thought Zhao’s Father had treated Zhao Xi decently. The stepmother’s death wasn’t surprising, but how could she kill her own father too?

"Not even their souls remain."

Fu Yuanzhong added.

Little Wei: "…"

That was just cruel.

"Let’s get out of here." She didn’t want to drag Fu Yuanzhong into this mess.

"But what about him?" Fu Yuanzhong glanced at the boy in Little Wei’s arms.

With him around, explaining things to the police would be a nightmare.