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Recalling the feelings of that time, Xiao Yefeng did not sense it then. However, looking back now, the positions of those seven people seemed unreasonable. In a fit of rage, he had managed to fling seven bicycle spokes, six hitting their mark, and the last one missing its target was also taken down almost simultaneously by his own hand. Reflecting on it now, given his speed, such an outcome should not have occurred.
In that moment, only his battle instincts drove him forward. After two years without bloodshed, Xiao Yefeng felt a bloodthirsty impulse surging within his veins. Though faint, it became more pronounced after he practiced the Heart Decision left by his father. Choosing to inherit his father's legacy, Xiao Yefeng embarked on a path of resistance against the world—a responsibility every man of the Xiao Family must bear and a reward for their sacrifices.
Moreover, the reason Xiao Yefeng returned to the room before the Two Goddesses was that at the moment he unleashed his Geomancer abilities, he felt a part of his father's memories awaken once more. He needed to grasp this newfound knowledge.
Indeed, memories flooded back into his mind. Meanwhile, in the outskirts of Hangzhou, within the eerie Zhu Family Villa, over twenty people stood in a spacious hall surrounding Zhu Ganglie. He lounged on a large sofa, cradling a stunning woman clad in a three-piece leather swimsuit.
At that moment, the atmosphere in the hall was so tense that even breathing felt dangerous. The enchanting woman trembled against Zhu Ganglie, not out of flirtation but from an overwhelming fear. The source of her terror lay before Zhu Ganglie—ten corpses: three women and seven men, all killed instantly. The three women lay stripped of their clothes on the ground with gunshot wounds to their chests.
Aside from injuries from branches scraping their legs and arms, each woman bore a single bullet hole in her left breast. The same went for the seven men, all stripped bare; six had only one injury—a red mark on their throats—while one had a bicycle frame lodged in his chest.
With a loud clang, Dr. Huang pulled out the frame still stained with blood. As it rolled several times before colliding with six bloodied bicycle rims and finally coming to rest amidst scattered clothing, Dr. Huang reported, "Young Master, the autopsy results are in. Zhao Rui, Lin Qiqi, and Wang Xin were killed by bullets fired from these three guns that struck their hearts. As for the Wolf Team members, they were all slain by their own fear; six were pierced through the throat by bicycle spokes and died instantly, while Niu San was impaled through the chest by this frame."
Just then, anguished cries echoed from outside as Zhu Ganglie suddenly struck the beautiful woman beside him. A red-purple handprint appeared on her back in an instant. "What good are you? Suck properly!" he commanded.
The woman dared not speak and lowered her head to suck on what resembled a carrot-like object without complaint. Zhu Ganglie raised an eyebrow and ordered, "Let those useless fools come in!"
As soon as he finished speaking, over ten people crawled into the room in a panic. If Xiao Yefeng had been present, he might not have recognized these individuals as those he had knocked out earlier; indeed, they were those very thugs.
"Please spare us, Young Master!" The Brushhead Man trembled as he spoke; aside from his distinctive brush-like hairdo, he was unrecognizable and could only stammer in fear.
"Take these people to the back incinerator, along with these ten corpses!" Zhu Ganglie kicked the flamboyant woman away and left without even putting his pants back on.
Finally, everyone present let out a sigh of relief. However, Zhu Ganglie, not far off, said with bloodshot eyes, "Why aren't you going to find those two sacrifices? If you can't find them within five minutes, this will be your fate!"
At that moment, Zhu Ganglie's voice had lost its normal tone; it sounded like two rusty iron plates scraping against each other, each word piercing the ears of those present like needles. Hearing this voice sent chills down everyone's spine. Several bodyguards instantly vanished from the hall, running out of the villa without looking back.
Meanwhile, some servants dressed in uniforms were responsible for lifting the corpses and dragging Brushhead Man and his gang toward the incinerator. Just then, Brushhead Man suddenly found strength from who knows where, knocked down the servant dragging him, and sprinted toward the villa's front door.
"I'm not going! I don't want to die!" he shouted angrily as he ran. Fortunately for him, at that moment, a richly dressed man who bore an uncanny resemblance to Zhu Ganglie walked into the villa. Brushhead Man pulled out a dagger from somewhere and grabbed the old man as a hostage.
"Let go of the master, or you're dead!" The bodyguard who had run far returned at this moment. However, Brushhead Man had already seized the man, pressing the blade against his throat, leaving the bodyguards with no way to intervene.
"Quick! Get me a car, or I'll kill this old geezer! We'll go down together!" Brushhead Man shouted with bloodshot eyes and a twisted smile.
Seeing their leader holding a hostage, more than a dozen thugs reacted quickly. They knocked down those around them and rushed toward Brushhead Man. But just then, a chilling wind swept through the villa; a frigid breeze blew in from behind these thugs. Those caught in the cold wind froze in place, terror filling their eyes. It was as if they had seen death itself; they instantly lost all strength and collapsed to the ground.
"You useless bunch! Hurry up! Do you want to die here?" Brushhead Man yelled.
A series of eerie laughs echoed in Brushhead Man's ears. At that moment, he released the old man from his grip and began wildly slashing with his dagger. He babbled incoherently, "Get away! Don't come near! It's not me who wants to kill you; it's Zhu Ganglie who made me do it! Ah~"
With one final scream, Brushhead Man raised his dagger and slashed at his own throat. After a spray of blood, he collapsed! In his last moments, the fear in his eyes was indescribable; no one knew what he had seen.
At that moment, the old man, covered in blood, pulled out a handkerchief stained red from his pocket. Wiping his face, he coldly remarked, "To die beneath the great Shikigami is your fortune!"
He tossed the handkerchief onto the face of the Brushhead Man and walked towards Zhu Ganglie, who was standing in the room with his hands forming seals. As Zhu Ganglie changed his hand seals, the Yin Qi in the room dissipated. Upon seeing the old man, Zhu Ganglie respectfully said, "Father!"
"Good, very good. Recently, your Shikigami has been able to control the enemy's mind. This is an excellent performance!" The old man scanned the people in the room and continued, "Very well. After you absorb these souls, your Shikigami will truly be your protective talisman. There will be no need for negotiation; you will become the true master of Shikigami!"
"Thank you for your guidance, Father. I will not disappoint you!" With a wave of his hand, Zhu Ganglie signaled his servants to take away those who were to be disposed of towards the Incinerator.
"You are a fine son of the Zhu Family, and you have not let me or your mother down. You are an exceptional Onmyoji. I have already discussed with your mother that once your Shikigami fully obeys your commands, we will send you back to Wa Country. Under the holy light of the Great Deity, we will enhance your Shikigami's power." The old man spoke without hesitation about killing, looking at Zhu Ganglie with eyes full of paternal love. In that moment, love and slaughter coexisted perfectly in his gaze.
"Yes, Father! I will become excellent—no! Outstanding as an Onmyoji and contribute to the Emperor!" Zhu Ganglie's eyes burned with fierce determination as he affirmed.
"Go now; grow without worry. I will take care of everything for you. Leave Xiao Yefeng to me." The old man's eyes were filled with kindness, yet his words dripped with murderous intent.
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