Reborn As Lucky Star
Chapter 489: The Kids These Days...

Chapter 489: Chapter 489: The Kids These Days...

The bureau chief felt like crying. Why did he have to bear such unbearable stress at an age close to retirement?

He was just an ordinary human being.

Yan Sinian interrupted the bureau chief’s self-pity, "How many victims are there now?"

The bureau chief came back to his senses and said solemnly, "We are aware of three related fatalities."

Three people? Yue Qingqing felt the number was higher than she had thought.

Si Xi had said that evil cultivators were usually very cautious.

But this one seemed to cast his net everywhere, not worrying in the slightest about being targeted by the Supernatural Management Bureau.

He really was reckless and audacious.

Yan Sinian asked the bureau chief, "Does that include someone named Cui Xiaoman?"

The bureau chief was shocked, "How did you come to know of this?"

"You didn’t find out? She had previously sought treatment at People’s Hospital."

The bureau chief shook his head, "But she died at home."

Ya Da couldn’t help but express his concern, "Senior Yan, are you saying that even you can’t save Cui Xiaoman?"

"If she wanted to die, no one could save her."

Yan Sinian briefly recounted the events, leaving the bureau chief and Ya Da silent.

One didn’t know whether to remark on Yan Sinian’s heart of stone or lament over Cui Xiaoman’s life attitude of preferring death in the pursuit of beauty.

Yan Sinian asked, "Is there any other information?"

Having made a special trip here, couldn’t they say something he didn’t already know?

The bureau chief coughed, "The reason for this visit is also to have Dr. Yan meet someone."

He picked up the intercom and said a few words.

A moment later, the door opened, and the man in the wheelchair made Yan Sinian’s pupils contract.

Dong Meng—Cui Xiaoman’s husband.

Upon seeing him again, Yan Sinian nearly failed to recognize him.

The man’s hair had become white, as if he had aged twenty years in a short period of time.

A police officer pushed the wheelchair in.

When Dong Meng lifted his head and saw Yan Sinian, he revealed a smile uglier than crying.

"Dr. Yan, you’re here too."

He didn’t know what to say; Dr. Yan had warned him before and even had him sign an informed consent form.

But yielding to Cui Xiaoman’s tantrums, he had agreed to be discharged from the hospital.

And in the end—

"Thinking back on this period, it feels like I was in a dream."

Now, Dong Meng didn’t understand why he had alternated between love for his wife that bordered on desperation and extreme disgust for her.

These emotions switched without even a transition.

Dong Meng felt as if there was a switch for his emotions on his body,

But the remote control was in someone else’s hands.

The bureau chief asked Dong Meng, "Tell Dr. Yan about the changes you’ve experienced."

Dong Meng hung his head, "After Xiaoman passed away, my body suddenly became very weak, like a balloon with a hole, deflating little by little."

First came hair loss and waking up in a panic at night.

Then there was weakness in arms and legs, breaking out in cold sweats for no reason.

Eventually, even walking became difficult.

In one company meeting, Dong Meng, struggling to maintain composure, suddenly collapsed and woke up to find himself in a hospital bed, never to stand again.

He could feel his condition deteriorating day by day, and with death so near, Dong Meng had begun preparing his gravesite the past few days.

He was also searching for a suitable relative to serve as his daughter’s guardian.

After talking for a while, Dong Meng started panting heavily and his lips began to turn white.

Most of his time now was spent relying on machines to cling to life.

The bureau chief hurriedly had the officer take him back to the hospital.

After the man left, the bureau chief sighed.

"The general situation is more or less the same, the husbands of the other two victims are also like this."

Ya Da said, "Our bureau suspects that the Wood Carving can not only devour women’s flesh and soul but also has an effect on men."

He looked at Yue Qingqing, not sure whether he should continue with what he was about to say.

But Yue Qingqing seemed to have a sudden realization, "Is it the men’s ’vital energy’?"

The bureau chief, who had just opened his thermos to soothe his throat, let out a violent cough.

The kids these days really dare say anything.