Chapter 682: Don’t Even Know How He Died (2)

Translator: _Min

After borrowing another car, she sped to the edge of the forest.

When she saw the trees all around broken and a bald man lying on the ground, possibly between life and death, she seemed to understand what had happened.

She looked at Yu Xiheng, then asked politely, “What’s this?”

“You were here last time; you have the experience, ” Yu Xiheng replied calmly. “She’s asleep; I’ll take her back to rest.”

Yuejian narrowed her eyes.

As a psychic evolved being, she possessed the ability of mind reading.

The most powerful psychics could directly access others’ memories, steal their thoughts, and even control their actions.

Of course, her powers were not yet at that level.

But she could still glimpse into others’ thoughts.

Even the elder senior brother and the second senior brother would fall into her mental traps when they weren’t paying full attention.

However, she could not see through the man in front of her at all.

His gaze seemed to see right through her.

Yu Xiheng said nothing more and carried Si Fuqing away.

“Damned bald man, disturbing my rest,” Yuejian muttered as she kicked the unconscious Master Mingdeng on the ground. “I hate you chanting types the most, always droning on like crows.”

She casually grabbed a snake skin bag from the car, stuffed the monk into it, threw him onto the vehicle, and then cleaned up the scene before driving off.

At three in the morning, Nian Tingchu and Ye Zhenmian had both settled into sleep, and Yu Xiheng brought Si Fuqing to the studio.

Sang Yanqing was still awake. She approached and asked, “What happened here? She’s asleep? Why is her face so red? She didn’t drink, did she?”

“Mhmm,” Yu Xiheng responded. “She’s already asleep. Let her rest well.” He laid Si Fuqing on the bed and used a tissue to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Sang Yanqing was silent.

If she couldn’t see what was happening, she would be a fool.

But she did think that probably only the man before her could handle her star.

At that moment, Yu Xiheng looked up, his tone cool, “Has she met anyone new lately while you’ve been with her?”

“No, but there are indeed many in the circle who want to pursue her,” Sang Yanqing pondered. “Mr. Yu, you know, Qingqing is truly beautiful.”

Many male celebrities’ teams had sent out red carpet invitations before the National Drama Festival.

Si Fuqing had considered auctioning off her slot, a notion quickly quashed by Sang Yanqing.

That wasn’t the way to make money.

“Tell her to take care of her health,” Yu Xiheng stated flatly. “The early selections for the Oracle are easy, she doesn’t need to participate, and the variety show is a piece of cake for her. Just tell her to relax.” “I understand, Mr. Yu,” Sang Yanqing nodded. “I will remind her.”

Yu Xiheng then adjusted Si Fuqing’s blankets before he left.

The next day, at noon.

Si Fuqing rubbed her head and sat up, staring blankly at the TV.

“Awake?” Yuejian knocked and entered. “If you’re up, drink some salt water.”

“Third senior sister, I drank last night,” Si Fuqing took the cup. “It’s good to have the boss around; I can drink without worries.”

Yuejian was silent for a moment, then agreed with a, “Mhmm.”

She knew.

It was she who had cleaned up the aftermath.

She hadn’t finished teasing the handsome bartender, although she couldn’t remember his face.

“Did I beat someone up?” Si Fuqing moved her hands thoughtfully. “It felt great and exhilarating last night, but with the boss there, I shouldn’t have lost control.”

Yuejian thought to herself, not only did you beat up a monk, but you also knocked him out so badly he’s still unconscious.

Clearly, even if her little junior sister’s strength hadn’t fully recovered, her combat effectiveness after drinking was still off the charts. But frequent loss of control was not a good thing.

Yesterday, she and Yu Xiheng surprisingly agreed on something: Si Fuqing should limit herself to drinking just once a month.

For her health, and for the safety of others.

Yuejian sighed and recounted the events of the previous day, “You told me your luck had been stolen, and this bald monk came specifically for you. I suspect he’s not unrelated to this.”

Si Fuqing’s fox-like eyes narrowed. “Where is he now?”

“In the basement,” Yuejian yawned. “Still unconscious. You didn’t go easy on him.”

“Let me go wake him up.” Si Fuqing tidied herself briefly and then called JI Xingzhi.

Twenty minutes later, JI Xingzhi arrived, looking puzzled, “What bald monk? People of the Buddhist order stealing your luck? That doesn’t sound right; they value merit above all.”

“Let’s go see for ourselves.” Si Fuqing put on her coat, not much emotions in her tone. “I was drunk yesterday; I don’t even remember any of this.”

They headed to the basement.

The basement was dark, with cobwebs everywhere.

Master Mingdeng had been carelessly thrown into a corner by Yuejian, covered in bruises and his robes torn and ragged.

JI Xingzhi’s lips twitched as he kept his distance fearfully.

She did this to him while drunk?

How terrifying must she be when sober?

Si Fuqing stepped forward and forcefully administered a pill to Master Mingdeng.

The pill worked quickly; within seconds, Master Mingdeng’s hand twitched and he regained consciousness.

JI Xingzhi approached, “What kind of medicine is that? Big brother, Are you really a miracle doctor?”

“Let’s not discuss that now,” Si Fuqing waved a hand, “Look at him first.”

JI Xingzhi examined the Master closely and clicked his tongue in surprise, “This old monk is quite trained, and has a lot of merit; he even has protective aura. Ordinary people can’t even get close to him, yet you managed to beat him up like this yesterday.”

Master Mingdeng looked groggy, struggling to open his eyes.

Upon seeing Si Fuqing’s face, he almost burst with rage but had no strength to act.

“You demoness!” Master Mingdeng spat out a mouthful of blood, “You steal others’ luck and dare to be so defiant! If it weren’t for another great luck holder protecting you yesterday, you would have been dead without a place to bury your corpse!”

He still hadn’t come to terms with what had happened.

Imperial luck, the destiny of an emperor.

Such a destiny shouldn’t exist now.

Perhaps manypossess imperial luck, but the destiny ofan emperor is absolutely impossible; it defies natural law.

Yet here it was, and to think it would ally with such a vile and malicious person?

He must have been deceived!

“You at least understand some truth, not just pretending to be mystical,” Si Fuqing nodded slightly. “No wonder Guanghua Temple has had a thriving incense offering for decades; your efforts are undeniable.”

Master Mingdeng sneered, his demeanor proud, “Since childhood, I’ve been fated with Buddha. As a youth in Eastern State, I was guided by Elder JI Mingtai, who enlightened me. I am not like others.”

A demoness who steals others’ luck by dark and twisted means, is definitely aligned with evil forces.

If the JI family encountered her, they would surely execute her on the spot.

Unfortunately, he was not proficient enough and had been beaten to this state.

“It’s also because my master is not here. If he were, you wouldn’t have been able to commit your evil deeds!” Master Mingdeng’s gaze was icy. “If you kill, your sins deepen! The JI family will not let you wreak havoc in Great Xia!” However, contrary to his expectations, Si Fuqing showed no fear.

She hummed with interest and then turned her head.

“Since when did your family start taking disciples outside? Even if you did, to take on such an unskilled one? Can’t even tell who’s stealing whose luck.”

JI Xingzhi was stunned, “I don’t know; I wasn’t born yet, and my grandfather couldn’t manage everyone. I’ll make a call and ask.”

The JI family, a millennium-old family.

Even if they went into seclusion decades ago, the family still had thousands of members.

Let alone the collateral branches, even the direct lineage was too large to manage completely.

As long as they didn’t pass on the family’s secret manuals without the elder council’s permission, they generally wouldn’t interfere.

“Ask about him, he just mentioned JI Mingtai.” Si Fuqing nodded and turned back to the Master of the Bright Lamp. “Your master isn’t here, but the JI family’s young master is, which is close enough. You can speak to him if you have anything to say..”