Chapter 20: Seeking Salvation from the Bodhisattva of the Way!

Fu Xueyue’s already pale face instantly turned deathly white.

“Quite interesting...” Chen Fan chuckled softly. “The Blood Boiling Curse.”

Rumor had it that in East Asia, organs were harvested from those on the brink of death, then subjected to special treatments.

Afterwards, they found ways to squeeze out the remaining pus-filled blood.

Finally, the collected pus-blood was placed into the vital organs of a living person, where it was burned and refined.

Once the person was reduced to a withered husk, the last drop of tainted blood could be extracted from their internal organs.

To master the Blood Boiling Curse, it required sacrificing no fewer than ten lives.

Moreover, many dark cultivators, unwilling to find those near death, chose instead to create dying victims themselves as the first step in forging the curse.

“Chen Fan... this is disgusting,” Fu Xueyue stifled the urge to vomit.

“Mm.” Chen Fan nodded slightly, a majestic righteous energy emerging at that moment.

This overwhelming righteousness transformed into an invisible hand, suppressing the spreading thick blood.

Under its pressure, the pus-blood began to gradually vanish.

Still trembling with fear, Fu Xueyue asked, “What would happen if I actually wore this bracelet?”

“For the first three days, you’ll feel exhausted. For the next three, the most immediate sensation is that you’ll feel perpetually unable to wake up.”

“You’ll go to the hospital, but the doctors won’t find a single ailment.”

Chen Fan explained slowly, “Within half a month, your body will wither to skin and bones.”

“Persist another half month, and you’ll be no different from a dried corpse. Eventually, the curse’s master will come to claim your final drop of heartfelt blood.”

Fu Xueyue stared coldly at the shattered wooden bead bracelet, her gaze chilling to the bone.

Mercy, sometimes, begets not mercy in return,

But repeated, relentless encroachment.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Fu Xueyue asked.

A trace of a smile appeared at the corner of Chen Fan’s mouth.

Hearing Fu Xueyue say that was already his satisfaction.

He admired this about Boss Fu—once she decided to do something,

There was not a shred of hesitation.

“Same as before...” Fu Xueyue said in a low voice, “Don’t let my father know about Fu Yinghui’s schemes against me and my father, at least for now.”

Chen Fan nodded slightly. “Then Boss Fu, what you need to do next is wait for my return.”

...

“Chenxi, your mother and I are heading back to Jinling. You stay and work hard here in Qingcheng.”

Zhao Kai had just returned to the hotel where he was staying and sent a voice message to Zhao Chenxi.

Beside him, Fu Yinghui sat restlessly.

“I told you! I told you before! This method won’t work!”

Fu Yinghui couldn’t help but complain, “The Fu family must have a backup plan. When the Fu Building was constructed…”

“Ah!” Zhao Kai snapped, knocking everything off the table in front of him.

“The Fu Building was torn down and rebuilt twenty years ago. If we had been able to seize it back then, we’d be dominating Qingcheng now!”

“Besides sorcery, what other way could there be to force the Fu family to hand over the Fu Group to us?”

“We’re already at a dead end! From the very start of this decision, it’s been a fight to the death between us and Fu Xueyue!”

Fu Yinghui furrowed her brows deeply, gritting her teeth, “But now, even the sorcery has failed!”

Zhao Kai’s face darkened as he dialed a number.

After two rings, he hastily hung up.

Then Fu Yinghui, familiar with the routine, turned off the lights and drew the curtains.

As the room plunged into darkness, a new light emerged.

Like a red candle flame, a glowing point appeared out of thin air in the center of the room.

Then, a shadow materialized.

“Bodhisattva!”

“I have no other choice. I beg you to intervene!”

“If you act, I swear! I swear... my next child!”

“No, no! Even my eldest daughter, I offer to you!”

Zhao Kai immediately knelt, utterly humbled before the eerie shadow.

Fu Yinghui’s body trembled slightly but still clasped her hands in prayer toward the shadow.

“Bodhisattva, we are sincere!”

The shadow raised its hand, its vague right finger pointing to Fu Yinghui’s abdomen.

“The honored one desires it still...”

Fu Yinghui trembled with fear, but Zhao Kai pulled her along as they repeatedly bowed and gave thanks to the Bodhisattva.

Two children were nothing compared to future glory and wealth!

Chen Fan, stepping into the hotel, suddenly paused.

“Sir, are you looking for someone?” the female receptionist asked, noticing the casually dressed, handsome Chen Fan stop abruptly.

Chen Fan shook his head slightly, about to speak, but couldn’t help chuckling softly.

“Those trying to take me down... there’s more than one.”

Chen Fan formed a hand seal with one hand, instantly locking onto a secluded Taoist temple on the outskirts of Qingcheng.

He forced a smile at the receptionist.

“You can start clearing out the guests now. There’s a fugitive murderer inside,” Chen Fan said calmly.

The receptionist was about to question if he was joking, but the gleam of blue light in Chen Fan’s eyes made her nod immediately.

She picked up the phone, calling room after room.

“Hello, esteemed guest, due to...”

“Hello...”

Chen Fan watched as many guests hurried from their rooms to the front desk, then turned toward Zhao Kai and Fu Yinghui’s room.

At that moment, Zhao Kai and Fu Yinghui hurriedly emerged.

They glanced at Chen Fan and thought he looked familiar.

But the next moment, their pupils dilated.

Chen Fan had left little impression on them, though he had sat beside Fu Xueyue at the family banquet.

Initially, they didn’t care, thinking Chen Fan was just a pretty face.

But now...

“Bodhisattva!”

“Help! Help!”

Zhao Kai and Fu Yinghui’s faces changed drastically as they rushed back into the room.

Chen Fan’s gaze was calm as he followed them inside.

The next moment,

Blood stained the hotel floor mat, slowly flowing out from beneath the door...