I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 288 - 221 Chaotic Cloak Staff Technique

Chapter 288: Chapter 221 Chaotic Cloak Staff Technique

When Wang Shanshan returned to Deng Yuezhao’s home, it was already 2:15 p.m.

She let out a long sigh of relief.

On the way back, she had repeatedly checked to make sure she wasn’t being followed.

To avoid any possibility of her own misjudgment, she didn’t direct the driver to her own home but instead had him drop her off at a spot where she could immediately catch another taxi to go in a different direction.

After several such diversions,

she finally stopped near Deng Yuezhao’s house and then walked back home using a hidden shortcut.

It wasn’t that she was being overly cautious.

The morning’s events at Fenghai Market had been frightfully unsettling.

Out of nowhere, someone just disappeared.

It was as if heaven couldn’t stand the sight of that swindler’s face any longer.

A gust of wind, a series of coincidences.

And just like that, the vendor was dead, without even a chance to let out a final cry.

Watching the vendor, with a knife in his neck and hanging by a rope, speechless, Wang Shanshan felt chills and fear inside.

She wasn’t panicked like the people around her.

Instead, she felt an intense fear.

Not because of the vendor’s previous evil deeds, but because the eerie manner of his death made her subconsciously connect it with the man who had warned her before.

It seemed as if that man had anticipated the vendor’s death, an idea that lingered hauntingly in her memory.

She couldn’t help but let her imagination run wild.

And then she made a hasty exit from the market.

If it had been just a bully of a merchant, she wouldn’t have been so afraid.

But the possibility of some supernatural cause was truly frightening.

Looking at her good friend Deng Yuezhao, who was staying with her and acting as if nothing had happened, simply reheating leftovers from the fridge for a tardy lunch, she seemed completely oblivious and naturally dimwitted.

Yet Wang Shanshan’s heart couldn’t settle for a long time.

Alone in the bedroom, she dared not speak casually about the incident.

She just silently opened the local channel of a short video app and the search engine, keeping an eye on news from Fenghai Market.

Among the information available online,

there were quite a few messages about the vendor’s mysterious death.

In this era of the internet, it’s hard to keep any event completely concealed.

But since the death wasn’t exactly good news, it was clear that the heat of the related reports was being deliberately subdued, not too intense.

Many videos from the scene were quickly censored, and only the more discreet text descriptions remained unmoderated.

In all the news,

Wang Shanshan didn’t find a single one that suggested any other possibilities.

The most people did was discuss how unlucky the vendor was; beyond that, there wasn’t much else deemed worthy of discussion.

A complicated look crossed Wang Shanshan’s eyes.

It wasn’t until Deng Yuezhao, who had heated up the leftovers, called her for a meal that she snapped back to reality.

Wang Shanshan inadvertently looked up, and her eyes met Deng Yuezhao’s clear, limpid gaze.

At that moment, Deng Yuezhao’s lips were curved in a gentle smile, spreading warmth to all around her. The sunlight filtered through the scattering clouds, casting a soft, golden radiance on her face, as if gilding her already warm smile with a tender glow.

Her eyes held no complexity, only purity and tranquility, like a gentle petal that unexpectedly flutters down onto one’s shoulder on a spring day.

In such a scene, everything around them seemed to slow down.

Looking at Deng Yuezhao’s naturally oblivious expression, Wang Shanshan wanted to ask for her thoughts but didn’t know where to begin.

After a long hesitation,

Wang Shanshan said nothing.

Perhaps... she was being too sensitive, too superstitious.

How could that man possibly have the power to remotely control life and death?

That was too fantastical.

She wasn’t living in an urban fantasy novel; where in reality could there be so many oddities?

Perhaps it was just that the vendor had been extremely unlucky.

As the saying goes, you reap what you sow.

That must be the retribution for doing too many bad deeds.

With these thoughts, Wang Shanshan responded with a smile to her friend Deng Yuezhao and followed her to the kitchen to eat.

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The evening of April 20th.

Chen Yun, having completed experiments on his nurturing ability and made various records, was idly browsing a novel on his phone after dinner.

It had to be said,

He had just come across a novel on Qidian written by Evil King True Eye with the unique thematic approach, and he found it quite interesting.

The plot of this kind of novel was somewhat similar to his own experiences.

Thus, Chen Yun read it with quite an interest for a while.

When he was packing up at 8:30 p.m. to head to the sea to continue his training for the day,

his phone rang.

It was a call from Jiang Anping.

After connecting the call, there was a moment of silence.

And then came Chen Yun’s familiar voice: "Hello?"

Jiang Anping’s familiar voice was as detached as ever, as if keeping the world at arm’s length.

"What’s up?"

Chen Yun asked, laughing, as he listened to Jiang Anping’s typically taciturn speech, inquiring about the purpose of the call.

Jiang Anping took a deep breath on the other end of the phone, striving to make his voice sound both relaxed and cheerful: "It seems like my illness has gotten better."

"That’s really great news."

Chen Yun’s tone revealed genuine surprise and joy. Even though he knew the reason behind it and wasn’t really surprised, he still played along.

"So..." Jiang Anping paused slightly, as if gathering courage, "The May Day holidays are coming up, how about we go out together? Let’s invite Bai Shi and Wenwen along too."