I Livestream Divination to the World - Chapter 22 Part 2 — Not Your Daughter
Coffins came in a variety of colors. As an auspicious color, red coffins were generally suitable for old people who have died peacefully. Because the old person died without illness or pain, it was a good death and could be considered as one of the five blessings. Thus, the red coffin symbolized both happiness and mourning.
However, the meaning of a black coffin was quite different. The black coffin was once used for those who committed suicide, died early, or died in war. Even if black coffins were no longer used with such particularity these days, still, not many people were willing to use them.
Accordingly, there was an uproar at the scene.
If ordinary people were here, they would probably be scared out of their wits. Fortunately, most of those present were from the Special Cases Management Bureau. Even if they were timid before, they have grown rapidly after experiencing various cases.
Suppressing the fear in their hearts, they followed procedure and began dealing with the cached item.
Dismantling the curse required throwing it into a fire or destroying it in boiling oil.
The team from the Special Cases Administration Bureau set fire to the giant, black coffin through the night, and even burned the remaining ashes several times to ensure that the cache was completely ineffective.
At some point, Lin Weiyu picked up her compass, and it could be seen that the pointer was no longer malfunctioning as before and have returned to its normal appearance. Without knowing why, people also began noticing that the weight they felt pressing on them was gradually disappearing.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief; now they could finally do business.
But Li Wenzhong’s expression was still very heavy. His deputy Lin Weiyu came over.
Li Wenzhong asked her, “Do you think there is something wrong with all this?”
The cache could actually affect employees on all thirty floors—this scope was ridiculously large. And when they got here, many of their magic weapons failed, and even the Fox Immortal was unwilling to come.
It showed that the caster of the curse was very capable.
Lin Weiyu stretched out her hands and opened her palms. In her palm was a yellow copper coin. “I found this with the coffin.”
The words on the copper coin were mottled and difficult to see clearly.
But Li Wenzhong immediately understood what it meant, and his brows furrowed. He verbalized his worry in plain words, “It’s Youdu again.”
Lin Weiyu pinched her chin, lost in thought. “Youdu being this proficient in the art of Loathing Victory… It reminds me of someone.”
The two looked at each other, and a name flashed in both their minds: Fang Ruoshui, previously from the Lu Ban direct family, now an A-level wanted criminal of the Special Cases Management Bureau.
Li Wenzhong pressed the cigarette butt into an ashtray and smiled coldly. “She’s really lived a long life ah. I don’t know how many days she could still live now that the cache has been destroyed like this.”
The honorable Lu Xun once wrote a passage in his works, ‘When people call for my soul, they should take responsibility for themselves. If you don’t want anyone to scream, you will have to dig into the stone grave yourself.’1
In other words, since you dare to harm me, as long as I break your spell, the disaster will be returned to you.
This was indeed the case with the Loathing Victory technique. If the caster used a victory technique that was beneficial to others, he will not suffer any backlash. But if it was a harmful loathing technique that was cast, once it was broken, it would seriously rebound on the caster.
Lin Weiyu sighed softly, feeling a little envious. “The art of loathing victory seems really easy to use. You can activate the spell from thousands of miles away. Unlike me, I have to do it myself on site to see the feng shui.”
Li Wenzhong snorted coldly at the idea of being jealous of his enemies. “The good Lu Ban technique has turned into evil magic in her hands. I wonder if she feels guilty for ruining the reputation of the Lu Ban sect when she goes to worship her ancestors every year.”
Lin Weiyu smiled, “Captain, she has defected to Youdu—how can she still go back to worship her ancestors?”
Li Wenzhong: “…”
Li Wenzhong lowered his eyes, recalling the information he had seen. The Lu Ban sect used to be like the Mo sect, electing the most powerful person in their family as the leader. However, since a long time ago, the Lu Ban family has been under the control of the Fang family—to the point of almost becoming the Fang sect.
But no one cared about this because not many people wanted to learn the Lu Ban Sutra, and no one coveted the Lu Ban techniques. The reason was that the Lu Ban Sutra was called ‘the missing discipline’. As long as you study the Lu Ban Sutra—widowed, alone, with physical disabilities—these would be the result.
What was gained was not as good as what was lost, and so not many people wanted to learn. With the development of the times, the Lu Ban family became desolate and gradually declined.
Even the Fang family has now started a business with their savings. The Lu Ban sect, once a glorious and dazzling force, has gradually disappeared from the metaphysical world, and it seemed that soon it would also disappear from the long river of history.
However, this generation of the Fang family had Fang Ruoshui.
Fang Ruoshui was the third daughter of the head of the Fang family. Against her family’s opposition, she resolutely studied the Lu Ban Sutra, resulting in her legs being disabled.
If she was on the right track, then that would undoubtedly be a good thing.
But what was frightening was that when she was twenty years old, with her hair disheveled and unkempt, she put a ghostly scheme in her brother-in-law’s home, causing her brother-in-law to die suddenly that night.
This was really the case of a hero breaking the law with extreme force.
It would have been fine if Fang Ruoshui turned herself in, but she absconded directly. When the Special Cases Management Bureau next heard about her, they discovered that she has joined Youdu—an evil cultivator organization composed of treacherous and evil people.
Fang Ruoshui then became a Class-A wanted criminal registered with the Special Cases Management Bureau, with a note: ‘She is good at the art of Loathing Victory; she killed her family, inhumane, and extremely dangerous.’
Li Wenzhong looked up at the towering Changjiu Building and couldn’t grasp why Fang Ruoshui did this.
Could it be that Fang Ruoshui has a grudge against the senior executives of Changjiu Real Estate?
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