The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician
Chapter 266 - 182: Magic Can Be Down-to-Earth but Not to the Extent of Dealing with the Underworld_3

Chapter 266: Chapter 182: Magic Can Be Down-to-Earth but Not to the Extent of Dealing with the Underworld_3

At this moment, every member of the audience discovered that they had been unwittingly holding their breath, their clothes on their back drenched with cold sweat.

The voice just now...

Why did it feel so eerie?

It wasn’t until this moment that they finally took a deep breath and relaxed a bit.

The man with no face in the hall flicked his hand, then tapped twice on the eyepiece of his mask, creating two blood-red dots.

"Very well, the ritual is now complete," Jiang Shu’s voice sounded, "Only I can see the door that has been opened, but you can sense the existence of this door through other means."

"For example..."

"I now need a lucky audience member to come up to the stage."

"Rest assured, there will be no sacrifice to heaven and no safety hazards involved; it’s merely a small demonstration."

The audience members looked at each other, their enthusiasm very different from usual; they really did not want to go to that eerie hall.

"Since that’s the case, as usual, I shall throw a paper airplane to decide who will be the audience member."

The man with no face took a piece of paper, swiftly folded it into a paper airplane, and tossed it over his shoulder toward the audience seats.

The paper airplane glided and landed on a woman’s thigh, whose face showed a momentary look of panic, but then turned into a somewhat embarrassed smile.

She stood up, but did not move.

"Please come up to the stage, ma’am," Jiang Shu’s voice sounded again, and the man with no face in the hall extended his hand to her in an inviting gesture.

The woman slowly nodded her head and then stepped up onto the stage, entering the hall.

"Very well, beautiful lady, please tell me your name."

The woman, standing with her hands held at a corner of the hall, far from the coffin, replied, "Tang Mengyao."

"Very good, Miss Tang. Now, can you tell me who is the person you most want to see?" Jiang Shu’s voice played through the speakers.

"My father," Tang Mengyao continued.

"May I ask why? Because, in most cases, people do not give that answer," Jiang Shu’s voice carried a hint of puzzlement.

Normally, it was indeed rare for someone to respond with "father;" this was somewhat beyond his expectations.

"He passed away a week ago." Tang Mengyao looked down, "I didn’t realize how much I owed him until he suddenly died, so... the person I most want to see now is him. I want to say sorry to him face to face."

"I see... Well, to the audience here, does anyone have a pen on them, a black one would do," Jiang Shu’s words had barely fallen when a black pen was tossed from the first few rows of the audience.

The man with no face caught the pen smoothly, then took another piece of paper and drew a Sudoku-like grid on it, ensuring that it was a pen that had ink, before casually spinning the pen.

Meanwhile, Jiang Shu’s voice rang out again, "Very good, now Miss Tang, you will receive this ordinary piece of paper and the pen offered by the audience. You may write the name you most commonly used to address your father anywhere in the grid. Be sure to cover it up, and make certain that only you can see the process; once finished, carefully hide the paper and show no one the result."

The man with no face handed over the paper and pen, along with a clipboard to aid her writing.

"I’m done," Tang Mengyao covered the words on the white paper and looked to the man with no face, "What should I do next?"

"Now, the name you commonly used for your father is somewhere on this grid, and nobody else besides you and your father knows this name, right?" Jiang Shu said.

"Right," Tang Mengyao nodded.

"Good, you can fill the other grids with names that are commonly used as well. After you’re done, hand the paper to the gentleman on the stage," Jiang Shu continued.

"I have finished," Tang Mengyao did as Jiang Shu instructed and handed back the paper and pen to the man in the black Tang suit.

The man with no face placed the paper in front of him and then pointed a finger at it.

"Do you believe that right now, your father is here, inside this hall? Although he is looking at you with a stern and solemn expression, his eyes are filled with tenderness," Jiang Shu continued, as though he truly could see something.

Tang Mengyao was also stunned, as her mind conjured an image of her father following Jiang Shu’s words.

Just as Jiang Shu described, her father was a serious man; if he really were here watching her, then he would surely be looking at her with dignity.

For the past thirty years, it had always been the same, unchanging.

But...

She was different from before.

She used to resent her father for being too strict and always resisted his decisions, but now, she wished with all her heart that he would look at her with that stern gaze again.

Even if it was just for a few minutes.

"He’s telling me that the name you used for him most often in the past was this one." As Jiang Shu’s words fell, the man with no face’s finger landed in the corner of the grid where only the words "Old Stick-in-the-mud" were written.