The True Young Master's Metaphysical Road to Fame in Showbiz Ch. 125

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His younger sister was kind to Sheng Yihang too, always remembering to bring him something whenever they had something good to eat.

Despite all this care and attention, Sheng Yihang never expressed the slightest bit of gratitude.

Luo Huaiyu clenched his fists, his body trembling with rage.

"About half a year before he attacked me, I suddenly couldn't read his face anymore. His fate became completely unclear to me."

"At that time, I thought I was going to run into some kind of trouble and that he might get dragged into it, so I tried to find a project far away from Mo City, to prevent any disaster from affecting him."

But he was completely wrong.

It wasn't Sheng Yihang who would be dragged into trouble; instead, Sheng Yihang's jealousy reached its breaking point, and he was preparing to strike.

Luo Huaiyu's voice turned cold. "A little more than a month ago, he suddenly called me. He said strange things were happening at his house. There were inexplicable things appearing every day, and he was terrified."

Luo Huaiyu thought that his fears had come true. Filled with a mix of anger and guilt, he dropped everything and rushed to Mo City that same night.

Sheng Yihang met him at the train station, and as soon as Luo Huaiyu stepped out, he noticed how much thinner he had become.

Sheng Yihang's face was full of weariness, as if he hadn't slept well in a long time. He flinched at the slightest sound or movement.

Luo Huaiyu immediately felt heartbroken.

At that moment, he decided that if his childhood friend was suffering like this, he would put everything on the line to get rid of whatever was haunting Sheng Yihang's home.

They didn't go to Sheng Yihang's house; instead, they rented a short-term place to prepare.

Before they left, Luo Huaiyu specifically warned Sheng Yihang not to follow him. If the thing was too dangerous, he wasn't sure he could protect him.

Sheng Yihang agreed after a long silence.

He went to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water and handed it to Luo Huaiyu, telling him that he looked tired and should rest first before going.

Luo Huaiyu, not knowing that the water was laced with something, was touched by Sheng Yihang's thoughtfulness. But soon after drinking the water, he fell into pain and stopped breathing.

—It turned out that the water had been laced with a potion Sheng Yihang had stolen using his position.

The potion acted incredibly fast, severing Luo Huaiyu's life force in less than a minute.

"I didn't understand why he did this at first, but then my soul was trapped in my body, and I unexpectedly regained consciousness. That's when I finally understood."

Luo Huaiyu lifted his head, his pitch-black eyes now flashing with blood-red light.

He smirked bitterly. "He said he couldn't accept it. He asked me why I could become an exorcist, but he couldn't. Why I could study exorcism and still get into graduate school while he could only work ordinary jobs."

"He said he hated me and my family for looking down on him, for always pitying him and acting so superior. That kind of sympathy made him sick."

"He said he couldn't take it anymore. I was the first one. My parents and sister would also pay for their years of contempt."

Luo Huaiyu's voice trembled with resentment, and the leaves in the forest rustled in response.

His voice grew rougher.

"After I became a corpse, I rushed back to Mo City under the sun, desperately trying to protect my family."

"But I was a step too late."

"When I found them, they were already gone, their bodies covered in blunt force wounds."

His pupils slowly filled with bloodlust as he spoke each word with deliberate force.

"That beast said that as long as he had me in his hands, my parents and sister had to write a confession in blood, admitting to some nonexistent crime."

"In order to protect me, my parents and sister carved open their own wounds, stained their blood, and wrote confessions on the floor and walls of the living room."

"That beast just watched, and after they bled out and died, he and another person left."

Luo Huaiyu's voice softened, but it was filled with unwavering determination.

"I want revenge. I want him to die without a burial place!"

The night wind swept through the mountain forest, carrying Luo Huaiyu's raging resentment as it whistled past the gravel and treetops, howling endlessly.

Luo Ting was shaken to the core. Eyes wide open in shock, he stayed frozen for a long time before rasping out, "Sheng Yihang... is he even human?!"

He'd been treated with nothing but care by his childhood friend's family, yet he showed zero gratitude. Worse, he slapped them with the label of charity like it was some kind of shame.

How twisted did your mind have to be to do something so heartless—so inhuman?

No, Sheng Yihang wasn't even as good as a bug!

Seriously, Luo Ting could almost picture himself grabbing a slipper and smacking that guy until he looked like one of those crushed insects—maybe then the rage in his chest would cool down a little!

"This is a textbook case of biting the hand that feeds you." Luo Ting took a deep breath, tightening his grip on the Soul-Calming Bell, disgust and contempt darkening his eyes. "People like him deserve to get struck by lightning."

Scum like him totally deserved karma.

He should be obliterated—no body, no soul, nothing left.

Luo Huaiyu's rage wavered for a second. He turned to look at Luo Ting, who was boiling with righteous anger. After a few seconds of silence, his tone softened quite a bit.

"You believe what I just said?"

Luo Ting shot him a slightly surprised look—he hadn't expected him to care about that—and answered without hesitation, "I trust Zhou Zhou's judgment. If Zhou Zhou believes you, then so do I."

Luo Huaiyu paused, then looked over at Chi Qingzhou.

Chi Qingzhou was sitting on Xing Shuangzhan's lap, his expression calm. He clearly wasn't doubting anything.

He met Luo Huaiyu's eyes and said gently, "There's nothing to doubt."

In this world, nobody stays undefeated forever.

Sure, to regular people, a metaphysics practitioner might seem to have the upper hand—but when a regular person really wants you dead and is ready to go all the way, all your fancy tricks might not be enough to save you.

Practitioners weren't invincible. And ordinary people's malice wasn't something you could just shrug off.

Never underestimate anyone.

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