The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 98 - 97 Go to Hell Together_2

Chapter 98: Chapter 97 Go to Hell Together_2

Memory recovered, Shen Heying looked at Yun Qi with disbelief.

Yun Qi was completely at ease, speaking clearly with a voice as crisp as silver bells:

"That’s because you were controlled by someone using the Puppetry Technique, so you can’t remember what you did at all. But this scene, this method, is not unfamiliar to your father. Because he once used this very method to frame others."

The same technique applied to himself, an eye for an eye, pain for pain.

This is the blood-soaked revenge!

As the words fell, a violent wind erupted outside, black clouds swiftly descended, the world changed colors, and day instantaneously turned to night.

There was a loud bang on the window.

Everyone looked towards the sound and saw a massive Ghost Shadow plastered against the glass window.

Its blood-red eyes stared fixedly at Shen Cong.

"Senior Brother, how does it feel to be framed?"

"Ghost Shadow, Yun Qi, he is the Ghost Shadow..." Shen Heying screamed, pointing at the window.

Yun Qi took small steps forward, tilted his head, and sighed softly.

"Tang Qing, we meet again."

***

That Ghost Shadow was indeed the soul of Tang Qing.

He shuddered visibly at Yun Qi’s voice.

It seemed that fear of Yun Qi had deeply penetrated his soul.

Having followed Yun Qi for some time, Yun Qiuce had become more experienced and bolder, remarkably not scared at all, and even wanted to tease a bit.

"Mom, don’t look at how arrogant this ghost is; it shakes three times when it sees Qi."

"Yes, that’s Qi’s skill, so why are you pretending to be powerful?"

Yun Qiuce: ...

He scratched his ears, doubting he’d heard wrong.

How could this be, the old lady is already conquered by Qi?

"Yun Qi, I know I committed grave sins while alive, but I have already paid for my actions. This time my revenge is sanctioned by the ghost king, you cannot stop me."

Tang Qing’s figure was affixed to the glass window, his voice alluring and ethereal, the tail end of his words whistling sharply in the wind.

"Hmph, Qi wasn’t brought up to be scared, and I do not fear the ghost king." Yun Qi arrogantly put his hands on his hips, "I know you have grievances, and I haven’t stopped you from taking revenge, otherwise, do you think you could still float around like seaweed now? But I must ask you a few questions, and you must answer me directly."

Yun Qi patted the fox doll on his shoulder, signaling it to listen carefully.

"Ask away," Tang Qing responded.

"What really happened with your evil cultivation back then?"

Tang Qing’s scarlet eyes turned to Shen Cong, revengeful fury boiling from his gaze.

"When my master passed away, I was only twelve. Although I had the publicly acknowledged talent for mysticism, there were many fields I hadn’t touched, and I had no idea what evil cultivation was.

It was him, Shen Cong, who started it. At that time, he was the senior brother, and under the guise of taking care of me, he had me move in with him. I listened to everything he said and never doubted him.

One night, I accidentally saw him practicing the Puppetry Technique. Back then, I didn’t even know it was the Puppetry Technique; he told me it was a secret technique passed down from our master and wanted me to learn it with him.

I believed it to be true until two years later when I noticed something was wrong. I went to confront him, and fearing exposure, he promised me face-to-face that he would no longer touch such Forbidden Techniques.

But a few days later, he led senior brothers and other elders to break into our room and found a forbidden book under my bed. I couldn’t defend myself, faced the harshest punishment in our sect’s history, and was expelled on the spot.

He feared one day the truth would come out, and spread the news everywhere. No matter which city I went to, the local Xuan Sect viewed me as a freak and outcast, isolating and expelling me. I had no choice but to continue practicing Forbidden Techniques to make a living."

Tang Qing’s voice was somber, every word a blood-cry, each accusation a dagger piercing straight into the heart.

When he finished speaking, the atmosphere inside the room was deathly silent.

Shen Heying and the other members of the Shen Family looked at Shen Cong in disbelief, the family head they had always respected.

"Dad, is what he said... all true?"

Shen Cong covered his face, kneeling on the ground, his shoulders trembling, and after a long while, gritted through his teeth a few words:

"I only regret not ending you back then, letting you turn into a ghost to destroy me today!"

"Dad!"

"Haha, Senior Brother, you were able to frame and use me because I trusted you. So I used the Puppetry Technique on your son, so you could also taste the betrayal from someone you trust. This feeling must hurt you more than killing you."

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