Realm of the Night God

Chapter 71: Daring Death Wish

Ma Ling tossed out an "Old Master Wu" to the left, then another "Old Master Wu" to the right, making the rest of the Wu Family very uncomfortable. In their eyes, Ma Ling was too wild, completely lacking in manners.

In Lecheng, few people treated the Wu Family with much respect, especially towards their patriarch. Someone like Ma Ling, who lacked any sense of restraint, was entirely unfamiliar to them.

Previously, when Ma Ling showed disrespect towards Master Wu, the Wu Family members endured it. But now, this wild girl was still the same. Including Wu Xiaoxiao, others from the Wu Family were finding it hard to tolerate.

However, before these members of the Wu Family could erupt, Master Wu's gaze suppressed them.

"Haha, Miss Ma Ling, rest assured, whether you three handle it individually or join forces, as long as you handle the strange occurrences at home properly, the agreed-upon price will be delivered to all three of you without deduction," Master Wu said, appearing very generous.

Watching Master Wu's seemingly happy expression, Yang Haoran couldn't help but sigh inwardly. This old fellow had indeed weathered many storms and was adept at concealing his emotions.

Before Wang Yiming and Ma Ling appeared, his face was clouded with worry. At that time, he didn't even regard Yang Haoran seriously, so he didn't intentionally hide his true feelings. However, after the two arrived, he never showed any sign of distress, instead remaining cheerful.

To Yang Haoran, Master Wu's continuous cheerfulness was merely a facade to conceal his true feelings from outsiders. Internally, he was probably quite anxious.

Ma Ling, upon hearing Master Wu's words, became somewhat displeased. "I work, and they get the same pay. That's unfair! Oh well, never mind, it's just a small matter anyway. Let them tag along with me and benefit from it."

Seeing Ma Ling's attitude, which she considered trivial, Wang Yiming frowned but didn't say much. Yang Haoran remained silent with a smile.

"It's time for dinner. Let's eat first, then discuss further. I've had the chefs prepare many delicacies to welcome you three," Master Wu said with a smile.

"No problem, we can talk while we eat," Wang Yiming said with a stern face.

Master Wu smiled but didn't immediately respond to Wang Yiming. Instead, he looked at Ma Ling.

"Eating and chatting sounds good. I'm hungry anyway. I don't mind what we eat, as long as there's wine," Ma Ling said cheerfully, licking her lips, appearing to be fond of alcohol.

"Haha, don't worry. There's plenty of wine, and it's from my collection. You can have as much as you want!" Master Wu chuckled.

"In that case, I'm fine. You can ask him," Ma Ling said, pointing to Yang Haoran beside her.

Master Wu turned his gaze to Yang Haoran and asked with a smile, "Brother Haoran, what do you think?"

"As you wish, I'll follow the elder's lead," Yang Haoran replied.

"Alright, let's eat and chat."

After asking the opinions of the three, Master Wu made a decision and then instructed the butler to arrange for the meal.

At the dinner table, after dismissing all the servants, Master Wu detailed recent events at home while dining. Wu Xiaoxiao occasionally added some supplementary information.

So, that was the situation...

Currently, Wu Xiaoxiao was studying in another city, and with the New Year approaching and the school on holiday, she returned to Lecheng.

Although the Wu Family had a villa elsewhere, Lecheng was their root. At Master Wu's age, he preferred spending his later years in Lecheng.

As the backbone of the family and the elder, Master Wu staying in Lecheng meant that the family would undoubtedly spend the special New Year's holiday there. It was also why Wu Xiaoxiao returned to Lecheng.

Wu Xiaoxiao was lively but sometimes stubborn. Besides, she enjoyed seeking thrills, especially those related to the supernatural, which intrigued her.

So, when she returned to Lecheng, she became bored and started playing the "spirit pen game" that was popular at her school.

Back in school, she had played the game of "spirit pen" with classmates and had even tried other summoning games without any issues. However, this time, playing alone, things went wrong.

"Spirit pen, spirit pen..."

Wu Xiaoxiao, wearing oversized pajamas, held a pen and played the spirit pen game alone in her bedroom, chanting the incantation to summon the spirit.

But to her confusion, after chanting the incantation, the pen in her hand showed no reaction, staying completely still. None of the expected scientific explanations like muscle cramps occurred after holding it in the air for some time.

Perplexed, she closed her eyes and repeated the incantation several times, but still, there was no effect.

"Weird, even if I can't summon the spirit, my hand should react somehow. It should at least cramp up or something!" Wu Xiaoxiao complained, unwilling to give up. Yet, even after several attempts, the pen remained motionless in her grip.

"Could it be... summoning the spirit alone doesn't work?"

As Wu Xiaoxiao looked at the pen in her hand, this speculation arose in her mind. However, she quickly dismissed this idea because she had heard before that summoning the spirit alone was possible.

Trying again, but the result remained the same—the pen showed no response.

Wu Xiaoxiao became angry. She had wanted to summon the spirit to ask whether she would lose weight this year and if she could wear shoes with laces. Yet, no matter how many times she chanted the incantation, the spirit did not appear, nor did it show any sign of appearing!

"Isn't it said that as long as you're sincere about courting death, the spirit will definitely come out? It seems like that's just a rumor, fake, just like love."

She grumbled discontentedly. Wu Xiaoxiao was about to drop the pen and take a nap to wake up refreshed for a vigorous weight-loss attempt tomorrow. However, to her surprise, she found that the pen she had been holding onto had inexplicably stuck to her hand like a plaster.

Yes, it was a surprise, not fear!

She had thought the spirit hadn't been summoned, so she felt disappointed. But when she discovered the pen mysteriously sticking to her palm, she realized she was wrong. The spirit must have been summoned.

For someone who had been longing to summon the spirit, seeing this scene was like emerging from darkness into light. She was genuinely thrilled.

She looked at the pen in her hand. Excited to confirm whether the spirit had truly arrived, she eagerly tried to pull it off with her other hand. However, the pen remained unmoved, as if glued to her palm.

Excited, Wu Xiaoxiao jumped up. She was suddenly wide awake, feeling not terrified but rather excited and thrilled.

"Spirit pen, spirit pen, will I lose weight next year?"

With excitement and thrill in her heart, Wu Xiaoxiao grasped the pen again and stood over the paper, asking the first question she was most concerned about.

It was said that the spirit had the ability to foresee the future. So, Wu Xiaoxiao, who had been eating and drinking excessively, loving sleep, and never exercising, wanted to know if she would lose weight next year by continuing her current lifestyle.

Actually, she didn't need to summon the spirit to answer this question. Just by looking at a pig, she could tell the result. Why bother asking the spirit for such a troublesome answer?

However, wanting to pursue a carefree weight-loss journey, and feeling bored alone, she thought playing such a thrilling game was the best way to pass the time.

But the pen... still didn't move.

Wu Xiaoxiao found it strange. Looking at the pen she tightly held, she muttered to herself, "Could it be that my question is too tricky?"

Thinking this, she decided to ask a simpler question.

"Spirit pen, spirit pen, will I find a boyfriend next year?"

Still, the pen remained motionless.

Wu Xiaoxiao became angry. She rarely lost her temper, but at this moment, her temper flared up like that of a spoiled princess.

"You're standing up! Yet you're not moving at all! Do you want me to do it myself? What's wrong with you! You might as well give up!"

Wu Xiaoxiao was very angry. She flung the paper on the table and tried to pull the pen stuck to her palm with her other hand.

However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remove the pen from her palm. Eventually, she had to give up and wait until tomorrow to visit the hospital to see if the doctors had any solutions.

As she thought this, suddenly, she felt a piercing pain in her palm. This intense pain made her body tremble involuntarily!

She quickly looked at her palm, only to see the pen stuck to her palm visibly embedding itself into her flesh at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There was no wound, no blood flowing out. The pen seemed to slowly meld into her flesh like a hot iron rod entering ice.

The intense pain twisted Wu Xiaoxiao's entire face. She let out a scream and went mad trying to pull the pen from her palm!

At this moment, there was no excitement left in her heart, only terror, unprecedented terror!

Then, what terrified her even more happened next. The paper that she had obviously thrown away suddenly reappeared on the table. Under her terrified gaze, a picture slowly appeared on the paper.