Thriller Night Talk-Chapter 76: You have to think carefully about whether there are any more relatives who can be used as “offerings”

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During the conversation, Chen Dafa had not revealed the exact location where he’d hid the brass and gold-plated Fu Guanyin to the Siamese monk.

But, he had told the other party that even after securing the statue, he’d felt very uneasy.

Including Chen Dafa himself, people who lived in that house would occasionally see strange figures wandering around, but despite their attempts to catch its attention by calling out or attempting to corner it, they would always fail to find the shadow’s real body.

Others didn’t know, but Chen Dafa knew very well that the looming figure was probably the Fu Guanyin whom he had locked up.

Chen Dafa was afraid that the Fu Guanyin, who would make him rich and glorious, would run away, so after he made the money, he bought a small house in the suburbs and the large wasteland around it and then began to rebuild the house.

He chose the room with the brass and gold-plated Fu Guanyin as the central focus and enlarged the villa year after year, rebuilding each room with cement mixed with blood and incense ash.

But, even so, Chen Dafa still felt insecure.

He turned the house into a maze, with winding corridors and unnaturally designed doors and windows.

Gradually, the rumors of the mysterious figure roaming in the house came less frequently until– as it had been for the last ten years or so– they disappeared as no one had seen “him” for a long time.

While listening to Chen Dafa, the Siamese monk sitting across from him raised his hand and made a “pause” gesture towards him.

Chen Dafa and the interpreter shut up in a hurry.

The senior monk rattled off a few words.

The interpreter gave Chen Dafa a cautious glance, “Master said …… Fu Guanyin should be more than what you said, right?”

He deliberated his words somewhat hesitantly, “That is, does it still need some …… uh, special offerings?”

Wei Fuyuan, who was sharing feelings with Chen Dafa, clearly felt the man’s heartbeat suddenly pick up.

The other party was feeling guilty.

Chen Dafa swallowed hard, “it’s true… There is…”

After some hesitation, he decided to confess to the Siamese monk who was the only one who could save his life.

“Ever since I enshrined Fu Guanyin in my own home, my family members began having accidents one after another…”

Chen Dafa was emotional when he mentioned his relatives who died early, especially his wife and his biological son. 𝐛𝗲𝗱𝗻𝗼𝐯𝐞𝗹．𝐨𝐫𝗴

“At first it was my uncle’s family, then my eldest son, and then it was my wife and youngest son…”

Chen Dafa’s voice wavered.

“I don’t know if this is what is called an offering, but every time I faced an investment with an uncertain future or a difficult decision, someone around me would die, and …… everything that came afterwards proved that my choices were all right… …”

Although Chen Dafa tried to describe his wealth-making experience as lightly as possible, the translator beside him was already sweating, and he couldn’t rest easy.

He resisted the fear and translated Chen Dafa’s words to the monk.

Wei Fuyuan understood why the interpreter’s expression was so grim.

Apart from being shocked by Chen Dafar’s ruthlessness against his own kin, they had both arrived at the same conclusion.

That was, they had now been able to makesense as to why Chen Dafa would adopt so many small children.

But the interpreter was a human being, so naturally, he wouldn’t add fuel to the fire at such a time by accusing his employer of something he hadn’t admitted to, so he, simply, honestly relayed Chen Dafa’s explanation as it is to the master.

After hearing this, the monk nodded, “So, Mr. Chen, what difficulties are you facing now?”

Chen Dafa coughed slowly for a while before answering, “I… found out that I had lung cancer last month…”

“The doctor said, I have missed the operation time, and I only have three months left to live at most…”

After listening to Chen Dafa’s words, the monk stared at him for a long time.

About three seconds later, the eminent monk gently smiled.

“I see.”

He said in Siamese, “You want to know if there is a way to save your life by using the Fu Guanyin, right?”

Chen Dafa did not expect this master, despite having been said to be highly magical, to have seen through him so easily. He was both surprised and delighted, his face turned from white to red, and he tried to speak, but could only cough violently out of nervousness.

“Cough, cough, cough, cough!”

Chen Dafa wiped off the bloodied thick phlegm with his handkerchief and nodded his head repeatedly.

“Yes! Yes!”

His eyes widened, and he said eagerly.

“I’ve heard, I’ve heard— Fu Guanyin can be used for health and longevity in addition to wealth, so can: can: ”

As if guessing what he was thinking, the master suddenly laughed without waiting for the interpreter to speak.

“Huh.”

The Siamese senior monk touched the thick envelope in his arms, “I do have a way to help you ask the Fu Guanyin for good health.”

He made a gesture of money, “But, you have to be capable of paying enough.”

After saying that, the high monk’s lips curved upwards in an arc.

“And, you have to think carefully about whether there are any more relatives who can be used as ‘offerings’ ……”

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“… Xiao Wei, Xiao Wei!”

Bei Quan patted Wei Fuyuan’s face and woke him up from the memory.

Wei Fuyuan opened his eyes but seemed to be still immersed in reliving the past of Chen Dafa.

“Bei Quan…”

He mumbled two words before pressing the corner of his forehead that was a little raw, “Wait, I haven’t finished seeing it all yet ……”

“We don’t have much time in the first place, and it’s been long enough.”

Bei Quan gently patted Wei Fuyuan’s head that was resting on his lap, “No matter how much there was left to see, you can’t sleep anymore.”

Wei Fuyuan felt that Bei Quan’s way of rubbing his hair was very much like playing with a dog.

He turned over and got up. “I probably understand what’s going on with Chen Dafa——”

Just as Wei Fuyuan was about to repeat what he had just seen and heard to Bei Quan, the walkie-talkie they had gotten from the bandits suddenly went off.

“Hello!”

An unfamiliar man’s voice came out of it.

“Robin, can you hear me?”

Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan looked at each other.

“I can hear you.”

Bei Quan pressed the call button and opened his mouth to answer.

Wei Fuyuan’s eyes widened in surprise.

Bei Quan’s voice was completely different from normal.

His original low, soft and magnetic voice became rough and hoarse when he opened his mouth. With a slightly fast American English, he sounded like a real gangster.

When the man met Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan just now, he shot directly without a word of nonsense. Aside from two screams, the two had never heard each other’s voices from the beginning to the end.

But even having only heard two screams, Bei Quan was still able to imitate the other side’s voice, and even though it was slightly different, the person on the other end of the call did not seem to be suspicious of him.

“I can’t get in touch with the boss. I’m worried that something has happened to him!”

The man at the other end of the walkie-talkie said anxiously, “How’s your situation?”

Bei Quan frowned deeply.

“I’m on my way to the master bedroom.”

He replied in a Robin-like voice, “What should I do now?”

The man at the other end of the walkie-talkie spat, “If something happens to the boss, the police will find us!”

He replied anxiously, “As I said before, find the safe, grab some valuable things, and then run away!”

Footsteps could be faintly heard from the other end of the phone.

“I’m coming to the master bedroom now too. I’ll take something and withdraw!”

The opposite side stopped for a few seconds, “If you arrive first, immediately ask that Chen about the location and password of the safe. ”

The walkie talkie hung up.

“Just in time.”

Bei Quan smiled at Wei Fuyuan, “Saved us the trouble of looking for him.”

Knowing Bei Quan’s ability, Wei Fuyuan was naturally not afraid of those intruders with guns.

So they gently closed the door, and then hid on either side of it, quietly waiting for the second bandit to deliver himself to the door.

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While Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan were waiting in the master bedroom on the second floor, Akihiko Yamamoto on the first floor was heading to the second floor.

His target was also the master bedroom where Chen Dafa was.

But unlike Daniel, Akihiko Yamamoto didn’t care about the measly $4 billion inheritance.

What he wanted was the “God” that Chen Dafa had tried so hard to imprison.

Akihiko Yamamoto’s life experience was actually very similar to Dai Bo Qian’s.

He was a second-generation Japanese born in the United States. His father died in an accident before he was one year old, and his mother raised him alone until he was four years old before she died of a sudden cerebral haemorrhage due to overwork.

The lonely Akihiko Yamamoto was sent to an orphanage and was fostered by the welfare institutions in Chen Dafa’s home.

However, until he was found by his grandfather, Akihiko Yamamoto didn’t know that his father was born in a famous ”Onmyōdō”Onmyōdō family in Japan, and his grandfather was a famous Onmyōdō serving the Japanese royal family.

He hadn’t known until Akihiko Yamamoto’s grandfather found his youngest grandson, who had been displaced overseas for many years when the child was ten years old, and took him away from Chen Dafa’s home and back to Japan to recognize his ancestors.

In his family, Akihiko Yamamoto learned a lot about the metaphysics of Yin and Yang.

He was very gifted and had a far better understanding of magic than his peers.

Although he started a little late, Akihiko Yamamoto became a leader among his peers with his intelligence and efforts.

However, the more he knew, the more he wondered about the “strange” experiences he had when he was fostered at Chen Dafa’s home.

Akihiko Yamamoto, who had a strong intuition and had yin-yang eyes since childhood, had seen the figure of “Fu Guanyin” walking in the mansion several times.

At that time, Akihiko Yamamoto didn’t know what it was, but his super intuition told him that the power of the figure was very strong. It was definitely not a simple ghost.

Later, when he was learning the Onmyōdō arts, he happened to find a record of the “prisoner god” in an ancient Chinese book, and was able to make connections between that and his brothers’ sudden, accidental deaths. Akihiko Yamamoto finally understood what his adoptive father had hidden in the house.