Chapter Four: A Sudden Flash of Brilliance

After lunch, everyone drove together to Ye Lan’s villa. Entering the living room, Xiao Feng glanced around cautiously but found nothing unusual. Grace was right behind him, whispering, “What are you looking at?”

Xiao Feng didn’t answer her but asked Ye Lan, “Aunt Ye, where is your bedroom?”

“Upstairs,” she replied.

“Take me to see it.”

Ye Lan hesitated—after all, it was her private room, not a place for outsiders to enter so freely. “Are you sure the problem’s in my house?”

“Aunt Ye, don’t worry. I’m not joking about your safety.”

“Then follow me.”

The group ascended to Ye Lan’s bedroom on the second floor. The room was magnificent, at least fifty square meters, with floor-to-ceiling windows on the east, south, and north sides. A huge round bed stood in the center, its sheets embroidered with intricate patterns that shimmered softly under the afternoon sun.

Xiao Feng approached the window and stared outside. Suddenly, his brows furrowed as if he had discovered something. “Aunt Ye, get me a piece of black cloth.”

Ye Feng, still skeptical, asked, “What exactly are you planning to do?”

“Enough talk, Ye Feng. You’ll see soon enough.”

“Alright, I’ll find it. Let’s see what tricks you have.”

Ye Feng turned to fetch the cloth and soon returned with it. “Here.”

Xiao Feng took the cloth and warned everyone, “Don’t freak out or shout when you see this.”

Grace, unable to contain her impatience, snapped, “Cut the nonsense and hurry up! We’re not scared kids!”

Xiao Feng couldn’t argue with her, so he awkwardly nodded and carefully covered part of one floor-to-ceiling window. Instantly, the light in the room shifted, and an almost imperceptible shadow began to creep along a corner of the wall.

Grace stared in astonishment. “What is that?”

Xiao Feng didn’t answer directly but turned to Ye Lan. “Aunt Ye, looks like I was right—the problem is in your bedroom.”

He walked slowly to where the shadow lingered and gently tapped the wall. It sounded hollow. Clenching his fist, he struck the corner with a punch, shattering the tiles. Everyone was stunned to see a narrow crack—about the width of a finger—hidden behind the tiles, as if it connected to another world.

A sharp gleam flashed in Xiao Feng’s eyes. He reached into the crack and pulled out a thin black thread with a talisman attached. The talisman trembled faintly, emitting an eerie, ghostly glow.

Ye Lan’s face drained of color. Trembling, she asked, “What… what is this?”

Xiao Feng frowned deeply, a suspicion forming in his mind. He carefully unfolded the talisman, revealing complex, sinister-looking incantations radiating a malevolent aura.

“It’s an ancient curse,” he said gravely. “Using a specific medium, it channels malice and misfortune into the victim’s home.”

Before he finished, the room’s temperature suddenly plummeted. A chilling wind swept through, making everyone shiver involuntarily.

Xiao Feng quickly bit his right index finger, then drew a strange symbol with his blood on his left palm, directing it at the talisman. Warm light began to glow softly, contrasting starkly with the talisman’s eerie shimmer. It was as if the two forces were engaged in a silent battle, filling the air with tension and anticipation.

Suddenly, the bedroom lights flickered wildly, as though disturbed by some unseen power. Xiao Feng’s gaze hardened. Pressing the blood-inscribed palm firmly onto the talisman, it crackled as if burning, sizzling before turning to a wisp of blue smoke that drifted away. At the same moment, the cold aura vanished, and the room’s warmth returned.

“Aunt Ye, it’s over now.”

No sooner had the shock settled than Grace, wide-eyed, clung to Xiao Feng’s arm. “What was that just now?”

“Sis, don’t be afraid. That was black magic—just a petty sorcery. I’ve already dispelled it.”

Ye Lan shuddered. “What harm could that thing cause?”

Xiao Feng explained, “Whoever did this is cruel. This curse makes you feel terror first, then traps you in your own demons until you lose your mind and die, and no doctor can find the cause.”

“Who could be so vicious? I swear I’ll kill them. I’ll make them beg for life and death and get neither!”

Xiao Feng looked at everyone kindly and sighed. “Aunt Ye, I removed the curse, but the culprit won’t fare well either. I don’t want to stir up any more conflict. Let’s just drop this.”

“But the damage they've done to me…”

“I know you’re upset, Aunt Ye, but you’ll gain even more. Don’t dwell on anger.”

Megan Venturi smiled warmly. “Child, you’re truly kind. Aunt Ye thinks highly of you.”

“Thank you, Aunt,” Xiao Feng replied.

Then he turned to Ye Feng. “Ye Feng, don’t forget—you owe me a favor.”

Not just Ye Feng, but Li Ao, Cheng Qian, and Jin Long were all convinced now. Ye Feng played along, “What do you want, Xiao Feng?”

Xiao Feng felt a bit shy asking. “Aunt Ye’s life is precious. Thirty million, that’s not too much, right?”

“Forget thirty million, I’d give you three hundred million. Cash or card?”

Before Xiao Feng could respond, Grace jumped in, “No way! You’re asking for too much. I’ll give you thirty thousand at most!”

“You…” Xiao Feng was furious. Ye Lan, unaware of the full story, assumed Grace was siding with the Ye family. But for someone worth billions, thirty million was trivial. Having already promised, Ye Lan felt awkward backing out and quickly smiled, “Grace, don’t say that. Xiao Feng saved me. Thirty million is what he deserves.”

Xiao Feng didn’t dare argue with Grace, but with Ye Lan’s endorsement, he felt more confident. “Exactly. Ye Feng and Aunt Ye agreed. What’s your problem?”

Grace didn’t want to lose Xiao Feng. She hadn’t expected to find a slave she could exploit—a true treasure. If Xiao Feng repaid the thirty million, how could she control him anymore? So she acted stubbornly. “Thirty million’s fine, but it has to go to my card. I’ll hold it for you!”

Xiao Feng had planned to give the money to her anyway and agreed without hesitation. “Alright, no problem!”

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