A beautiful red blanket covered the two figures lying in the coffin. Wen Fengjin wrapped his single arm around the sleeping person, while the fingers of his other hand held a plain white business card.
The white card bore no name or phone number, only an address.
On the back of the card, two silver words were embossed: ‘Eliminate Evil.’
The cold, slender fingers twirled the white card slowly, resembling a white butterfly fluttering up and down. Eventually, it gently settled between the fingers.
Narrow and deep, his eyes concealed mysterious movements within. As he directed his gaze towards the person leaning on his shoulder, the turbulent waves in his eyes calmed.
Wang Xiaomie had been thoroughly tormented and was nestled under the blanket, sleeping soundly with a rosy face. Two or three strands of black hair rested against his fair cheeks and jaw. The blanket had slipped off his shoulders due to his movements, exposing the slight depression on his collarbone.
Wen Fengjin touched his shoulder. Feeling the coolness, he pulled up the blanket to cover him, as if forgetting that the other no longer needed such attention.
Then he leaned down and kissed his brow.
The appearance of the feather pattern on Wang Xiaomie’s body, as well as the effects brought by it, gave Wen Fengjin some clues.
His ritual practice was flawless, ensuring that Wang Xiaomie’s body remained flawless and without any imperfections.
Similarly, Wen Fengjin wasn’t as calm and indifferent as he seemed.
His shixiong belonged to him.
Each and every inch of him.
The thing parasitizing in his shixiong’s body, even if it was just a tattoo, was a symbol of provocation in Wen Fengjin’s eyes! Bearing another’s symbol tainted the body and soul he meticulously cared-for.
It was just like a foul fingerprint on the masterpiece of a painting master — a feeling he couldn’t tolerate!
The beautiful feather pattern was vibrant and gorgeous, but Wen Fengjin felt he’d smelled something nauseating and wanted to puke.
Wang Xiaomie continued to sleep peacefully, while Wen Fengjin’s palm pressed onto his left shoulder. His expression transformed from gentleness to coldness, gradually contorting into madness.
Shedding the facade of gentleness, his soul inside was grotesque and obsessive, glaring at that piece of flesh as if he wanted to tear it off entirely!
The black pupils occupying most of his eye sockets turned a crimson red.
“I shouldn’t have let him die so easily.”
Wen Fengjin whispered, rubbing his face against Wang Xiaomie’s head…
“My mistake… Do you blame me, shixiong, for not protecting you well?”
Wen Fengjin murmured to himself, half-closing his eyes. He didn’t look anywhere in particular, and a cold, oppressive air filled the space. Sensing danger and panic instinctively, Wang Xiaomie fidgeted and made a soft sound.
“Xiao Wenzi…”
“It’s so cold…”
He mumbled a few words in his sleep, but it seemed to have shattered some fantasy, and Wen Fengjin’s obsession and madness vanished like smoke in thin air…
When Wang Xiaomie opened his blurry eyes slightly in the dim space, he saw Wen Fengjin still smiling lovingly at him.
“Did you have a nightmare?”
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However, the white business card was left beside the pillow.
… … …
The next day, Wen Fengjin took out the business card.
“We’re going to this place.”
“What’s this?” Wang Xiaomie took the card, curiously flipping it around. “A business card? But there’s no name or phone number? It looks quite familiar, though.”
Bai Yu also leaned over, saying, “Isn’t this the card the man left last time?”
“Which man?”
“The one in a mandarin jacket, holding Sailor Moon!”
“………”
“Why the hell are we looking for him?” Wang Xiaomie asked, stunned. That boss is just weird to the extreme!
“He has a way to remove the feather pattern on your body,” Wen Fengjin said, looking at Wang Xiaomie. Wang Xiaomie widened his eyes, “Really?”
Isn’t the feather pattern a side effect of the elixir?
Wen Fengjin did not answer. Wang Xiaomie, holding the business card, fell silent for a moment, then patted Bai Yu on the shoulder.
“Da Bai, we need to go out for a bit. Are you coming?”
“Sure,” Bai Yu said. “I’ll change my clothes right away.”
“Good.”
Wang Xiaomie handed the business card back to Wen Fengjin, and he, along with Bai Yu, went to their respective rooms to change into outdoor clothes. The three of them called a car from the villa area.
However, the given address was near a row of old small businesses. The driver informed them that the area had various stalls, and there were many pedestrians, making it impossible for the car to enter.
Consequently, they had to get out and ask several shop owners, following the directions given by the locals.
When they finally reached the address on the card, three hours had passed.
Most of the wholesale shops had conspicuous signs hanging, displaying red and blue colors. However, one shop had no sign at all, only a small black flag hanging at the entrance.
Although the door was a sliding glass door, it was covered with thick black film, similar to the type used on car windows.
From the outside, there was no way to discern what the interior looked like.
The continuous flow of people made the area noisy and crowded, mostly consisting of those who had driven over to shop for wholesale groceries. This inconspicuous little shop without anyone lingering around stood out just like Wen Fengjin in the crowd.
Passers-by secretly observed the three of them, with most of their attention focused on Wen Fengjin and Wang Xiaomie.
“Is this the place?” Wang Xiaomie felt uncertain.
Bai Yu scratched his head, “The style of having no name on the card and no sign does match, but I can’t say for sure. It might just be an ordinary grocery store, you know?”
The two of them discussed whether to knock on the door and inquire. However, when Wang Xiaomie looked up, Wen Fengjin had already opened the door and walked in.
Wang Xiaomie quickly grabbed Bai Yu, and they followed closely.
After all three entered, the small black flag at the entrance gently fluttered, revealing a slender handwriting…
Behind the door, they discovered a living room that occupied the entire space of the property. There was only an old wooden counter, a few sofas, and a small coffee table.
Wang Xiaomie even saw the tea tray his grandmother used to use, with a red pattern on a white background, embossed with the character for “happiness”!
The mandarin jacket, the braid, Sailor Moon, and now these retro decorations…
Wang Xiaomie felt deeply shocked by the impact on his aesthetics.
He turned to look at Bai Yu and found that Bai Yu had the same expression.
Since the door blocked the light with its black film, a hanging lamp adorned the ceiling.
The warm yellow light added a filter of time to the entire old-fashioned living room, making it feel like stepping through that door was akin to traveling through a century.
Many small picture frames hung around the living room. Wen Fengjin, who had entered first, stood in front of the wall opposite the entrance, looking at the picture frames with an expressionless face. When Wang Xiaomie quickly walked up to him, he furrowed his brows in confusion.
“Why are you acting so strangely today? What are you looking at?”
As Wang Xiaomie spoke, he raised his head and followed Wen Fengjin’s gaze. When he saw the people in the picture frame on the wall, Wang Xiaomie’s eyes widened.
“What’s wrong with you two? Why are you both frozen?” Bai Yu laughed, approached and patted Wang Xiaomie’s shoulder, looking at the photo they were staring at. “It’s just a photo, what’s the matter?”
“……”
“Zhen Bei, Yan Chun?!” Wang Xiaomie said in disbelief.
The photo on the wall was indeed the group picture of the man they had seen that day, along with Zhen Bei and Yan Chun!
That man actually knew Yan Chun and Zhen Bei!
“It seems my honored guests really like my photos.” A smiling male voice suddenly sounded.
Wang Xiaomie’s hair almost stood up, and Bai Yu also jumped in fear.
Wen Fengjin, expressionless, took a few steps and stood in front of Wang Xiaomie, blocking him with his back. His narrow heterochromatic pupils stared fixedly at the man who appeared next to the counter.
“You did it on purpose.”
“What are you talking about? I don’t quite understand.”
The man tilted his head slightly, with a neat braid with less black and more white behind him. The light blue jacket made him blend seamlessly with the retro surroundings.
He looked like the young master of a scholarly family in the 60s or 70s, or perhaps a kind teacher.
Wen Fengjin narrowed his eyes, and a burst of explosive force erupted, spreading overwhelmingly!
Bai Yu on the side felt like he had been hit on the head with a blunt object, experiencing a dull pain in his chest, dizziness, and the urge to vomit.
Wang Xiaomie quickly pulled Bai Yu to his side, reasoning that it was far preferable to hide behind Wen Fengjin.
Even though Bai Yu was only slightly closer, he felt uncomfortable, not to mention the man directly facing Wen Fengjin. The man took a step back with a pause in his smile, his slender eyes fixed on Wen Fengjin.
“Why are you so angry, guest? You and the one behind you, neither human nor ghost, neither living nor undead. It is a small business on a shoestring here; I cannot afford to offend both of you. If there is any dissatisfaction, feel free to bring it up.”
“Playing dumb?” Wen Fengjin’s eyes turned icy as he sneered, “If you know Yan Chun, you know whose feather pattern it is. You should be well aware of the consequences now that the feather pattern is on my shixiong. Do you not know what happened to Yan Chun?”
The feather pattern is Yan Chun’s?!
Wang Xiaomie curled his fists behind Wen Fengjin. Before he could recover from his shock, the man across from them spoke…
“Ah, so it’s because of my previous guests that you’re angry,” the man in the mandarin jacket said with a smiling face, clasping his hands together and tucking them into his sleeves. He looked at the group photo on the wall. “I’m not very familiar with those two; it was just a business transaction.”
“I take pictures with clients who have done business with me and hang them on the wall. All the photos on the wall are of customers I’ve dealt with.”
“As for the feather pattern, I am familiar with it. It indeed belonged to my previous customer, who did go by the name Yan Chun… However, that was a very long time ago.”
“So, you don’t need to be like this. After all, besides me, probably no one else knows about the feather pattern.”
After the man finished speaking, he gently placed his hands back into his sleeves after a humble salute, smiling sincerely.
Wen Fengjin’s expression remained ambiguous, neither smiling nor frowning. However, the immense pressure exerted by the magic seemed to have been lifted.
Wang Xiaomie peeked out from behind Wen Fengjin and was surprised to see how calm the man was in the face of Wen Fengjin’s pressure. Upon closer inspection, he noticed beads of sweat forming at the man’s temples.
This guy wasn’t resisting Wen Fengjin’s incredible power; he was enduring it.
Wang Xiaomie couldn’t help but be a bit impressed.
The man also noticed Wang Xiaomie, who had discreetly looked over, and his smile deepened.
“However…” he said, “the feather pattern is a little trinket raised in the heart, with many functions. It’ll die when separated from the host, and successful removal is rare, not to mention transplanting to someone else. Now, it appears so intact on this person behind you…”
“So, I’ve also guessed Yan Chun’s fate.”
The man seemed to be asking Wen Fengjin, but in reality, he was observing Wang Xiaomie.
He elongated his tone, and his slender eyes curved.
“Was Yan Chun eaten by you?”
“Dear~ guest.”
Translator:
Villain no. 3 and possibly the Final Boss?
