Chapter 568: Ruan Ruan Asserts Dominance: I'll Take the Money!
Chapter 568: Ruan Ruan Asserts Dominance: I'll Take the Money!
Huang Biao's deficiency of yang energy is not something that can be fixed easily. He's already stepped into the gates of the netherworld, and there's nothing he can do about it.
Upon hearing Song Banxian's words, Huang Biao's face changed drastically. His already pale complexion turned even more ghastly. His hand trembled as he struggled with a gloomy and desperate expression, showing a sense of despair and unwillingness.
Huang Biao's eerie eyes locked onto Song Banxian as he asked, "Master, do you know what's happening to me?" His voice was bone-chilling, making people feel uneasy just listening to it.
Song Banxian didn't hide the truth from Huang Biao and straightforwardly replied, "You attracted something unclean, and your vitality was devoured. Half of your body has already entered the gates of the netherworld."
"As I expected!" Huang Biao sighed.
He slumped weakly in the chair, his eyes lifeless, like a pile of mud. During this period of odd occurrences, besides an evil spirit, what else could be the reason? But he stubbornly refused to believe it and held onto a glimmer of hope, thinking it was just an illness.
Now, when money can't save him, he can no longer afford to disbelieve Song Banxian's words.
Song Banxian glanced at the bundles of red bills in the code box on the table, feeling a sense of regret. He couldn't save Huang Biao, and now he probably won't be able to profit from this money.
Huang Biao suddenly spoke again, his tone filled with madness and despair. "Master, do you remember the guy called Huang Mao who came with me last time?"
Song Banxian pondered for a moment. It seemed there was indeed someone named Huang Mao who came with Huang Biao last time. The person had a confrontational attitude and not only wanted to harm Song Banxian but also wanted to overturn his stall.
He nodded, "I have some recollection."
Huang Biao's voice was hoarse as he said, "He's dead."
Song Banxian furrowed his brows, "How did he die?"
Huang Biao trembled, as if recalling something terrifying. His hunched posture leaned closer to the opposite side of the table where Song Banxian sat, and he whispered, "He had the same symptoms as me. Every night, he had continuous nightmares, just like me. In our dreams, we saw the same person, someone wearing red clothes, but we couldn't see if it was a man or a woman. The eyes were red, blood-red, eerily like blood, very frightening! That ghostly thing, we don't know if it's male or female, but it keeps staring at you, constantly, appearing and disappearing in the dreams. Its red eyes are so terrifying that you feel like dying to escape. Every time I wake up, I have suicidal tendencies."
Song Banxian sensed something amiss about Huang Biao. The man seemed mentally unstable, speaking incoherently. Huang Biao continued, "Huang Mao died from jumping off a building. At first, he also experienced rapid weight loss, couldn't sleep during the day, and had nightmares at night. One day, he woke up in the middle of the night, and no one noticed him. He jumped from a building over twenty floors high and died."
When talking about Huang Mao's cause of death, Huang Biao's expression was on the verge of collapse. Song Banxian furrowed his brows, his wise eyes staring at him intensely. He remained silent, just observing Huang Biao.
Perhaps the old man's firm and wise gaze had an impact, as Huang Biao gradually regained his composure. He wiped his face and leaned back on the chair once again, calming his emotions. Then, Huang Biao pleaded, "Master, since you can see that I've been affected by something unclean, there must be a way to solve it, right? Money is not an issue; I'll give you my entire wealth if you can save me!"
Although Huang Biao was incoherent before, at least his current speech was clear enough for Song Banxian to understand the situation. It was highly likely that Huang Biao was being manipulated by someone. The sudden nightmares were probably the result of someone behind the scenes.
However, Song Banxian couldn't discern the details of the situation; he could only make superficial judgments based on the person's appearance. Meeting Huang Biao's desperate gaze, Song Banxian gently shook his head, "My abilities are limited. Boss Huang, it's better for you to seek help elsewhere."
Desperation filled Huang Biao's eyes as he pleaded, "Master, please, I beg you to help me!"
If he had connections and knew people more capable than Song Banxian, why would he struggle here?
"Boss Huang, why force the issue? I'm just a wandering Taoist. If I had such abilities, I wouldn't be setting up a stall at the Tongsha Heavenly Bridge. In this region, there are major sects like the Yuxing Sect, Maoshan Sect, Nanyin Temple, Qingcheng Taoist Temple, and even the sorcerers of Changsheng Gate. As long as you are willing to spend money to save your life, any of these sects can grant your wish."
The few sects mentioned by Song Banxian were highly accomplished in the metaphysical world of this region.
Despair mixed with hope showed on Huang Biao's face as he hurriedly asked, "Do you have any connections?"
In his view, anything that money could solve was not a problem.
Song Banxian shook his head. With his status, he couldn't reach out to these major sects.
"Boss Huang, with your connections, it's only a matter of time before you get in touch with these major sects. While you still have time, go and visit them," Song Banxian sincerely advised.
Huang Biao understood the intricacies of human relationships. Song Banxian providing him with this information was already an act of benevolence.
Nodding, Huang Biao was about to speak when a lively and pleasant voice with a hint of laughter sounded from behind.
"Since business has come to your door, how can you turn it away? Master Song, are you becoming more reclusive as you age?"
Song Banxian and Huang Biao turned their heads in response.
Walking leisurely with a lazy gait, Qin Ruan approached slowly. She wore loose clothing, and with every step, her belly slightly protruded, revealing its shape.
Seeing Qin Ruan coming, Song Banxian quickly stood up. "Fellow Daoist Qin, with your current condition, how can you still go out?!"
Her belly was large, as if she was about to give birth. It was quite different from her appearance over a month ago when her belly wasn't showing at all.
At that time, she didn't look pregnant.
Now, even with loose clothing, it was difficult to conceal her swollen belly.
Qin Ruan walked up to Song Banxian's stall and took out a bundle of money from a box on the table.
"Slap!"
Thick red bills were thrown onto Qin Ruan's palm, producing a crisp sound.
A satisfied smile slowly appeared on Qin Ruan's plump face. She slightly opened her red lips and spoke in a charming voice, "This money, there's no one who doesn't like it. I'm a simple person, and I quite like it."
Qin Ruan threw the money back into the box, making a loud "slap" as she forcefully closed it shut. She then grabbed the box with a manual lock and tossed it into the arms of Lin Hao, who was closely following her.
In a domineering manner, she declared, "I'm keeping this money!"
Leaning against Song Banxian's stall table, Qin Ruan lowered her eyes, smiling as she gazed at Huang Biao.
Her beautiful eyes fixed on Huang Biao as if she had discovered a delicious meal, emitting a chilling glint.
Huang Biao was already fearful, desperate, and frightened. Now, facing Qin Ruan's eerie gaze, he almost wanted to flee. It seemed like she was going to devour him.
Swallowing nervously, Huang Biao meekly spoke, "This... little master, since you've taken my money, you must be willing to help me."
Only heaven knew the immense pressure he was under to say those words.
Qin Ruan looked at him with a smile that was not quite a smile, saying, "So, you're saying, just to clarify. I didn't hear much before, repeat it again."
Huang Biao nodded in a particularly docile manner, feeling like he had found a lifeline. He clearly and clearly recounted everything that had happened during this period.
After Huang Biao finished talking, Qin Ruan fell into silence. She crossed her arms and scrutinized him from top to bottom.
After a long while, she asked, "During this period, have you done anything out of the ordinary? Received any unclean gifts from others, encountered any strange events, or done anything inappropriate to someone?"
At present, apart from the strong malevolent energy on him, he seemed relatively clean. She couldn't determine the exact nature of the malevolence attached to him, but it certainly contained a considerable amount of it. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been drawn to the dense malevolent energy around Song Banxian's stall from afar.
This was something she urgently needed, and she couldn't let her slip away right under her nose.
Huang Biao licked his dry and peeling lips and said, "Since I had the chance encounter with little master over a month ago, I've been staying at home and rarely getting involved in business matters. To be honest, after you told me about the bloodshed disaster that night, not long after, I was beaten up by someone. Later, we sent people to investigate, but we couldn't find any reason. We even suspected if it was you or Master Song playing tricks on us. If it weren't for the sudden mishap, I would have brought my brothers here to cause trouble."
Qin Ruan sneered, mocking him, "If you really came to cause trouble, you would have lost your life."
Huang Biao kept nodding and said, "Yes, yes, I shouldn't have had such thoughts. I beg you, little master, please save me!"
If he had really brought people to cause trouble, he wouldn't have the opportunity to sit here today.
Qin Ruan pinched her fingertips, playing with them casually. She asked in a calm tone, "During the time you were recuperating at home, did anything unnatural happen?"
Huang Biao shook his head, saying, "Nothing, except for the nightmares, everything was normal."
Qin Ruan's eyes dimmed slightly, and she asked, "Are you sure?"
Huang Biao showed hesitation on his face and seemed evasive.
Qin Ruan's eyes displayed an unmasked coldness. "If you're hiding something, I won't be able to help you."
Huang Biao gritted his teeth and said, "Half a month ago, I slept with a woman."
"From what you're saying, it was against her will?"
"No, no!" Huang Biao quickly shook his head. "When Huang Mao brought her to me, he said she was a gift from a rival to honor me. I asked Huang Mao and the girl herself, and she did it willingly. I'm not one to force anyone. It's about mutual consent."
Qin Ruan's gaze turned even colder. "From what you're saying, something happened afterward?"
Huang Biao nodded. "The girl died the next day, she jumped off a building."
"Do you know the reason?"
Huang Biao continued shaking his head, "That girl was sent by a rival company recently. That guy knew I liked girls with color. If it wasn't for her appearance being somewhat attractive, I wouldn't have touched her. And that girl..."
Huang Biao stared at Qin Ruan's face, revealing some deep meaning.
Qin Ruan's gaze didn't land on him, and she asked indifferently, "Why did you stop talking?"
Huang Biao nervously said, "I don't want to anger you, little master."
Qin Ruan's sharp gaze fell on Huang Biao, and she narrowed her eyes. "Just go ahead and speak."
"That girl had some resemblance to you in appearance."
Huang Biao didn't dare to look directly at Qin Ruan, and after speaking, he moved slightly away from her.
A crisp sound of joints being pressed rang out.
Lin Hao stood behind Qin Ruan, his gaze coldly fixed on Huang Biao.
He pressed his knuckles, giving off an air of wanting to teach Huang Biao a lesson in life.
***my eyes felt so uncomfortable and bit itchy but I need to updateðŸ˜, please excuse me if you find some errors
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