Taboo Mage - Chapter 181 - Revenge Plan

I kept shooting glances at Zhou Qifang, and finally, when Li Mi pressed herself against me again, Zhou Qifang kindly stepped forward, grabbed Li Mi’s arm, and pulled her aside.

“I’m sorry, but we have a flight to catch,” Zhou Qifang said as he stepped closer, standing next to me. After a moment of thought, he even put one hand on my shoulder and smiled at Li Mi. “Also, Miss Li, please don’t bother anymore; Qingshu and I share a bed…”

Share a bed… with someone? Damn it!

Zhou Qifang’s words successfully drew everyone’s attention, including the security staff. Taking advantage of Li Mi’s stunned surprise, I quickly pulled Zhou Qifang away from this trouble spot.

Once we boarded the plane, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at Zhou Qifang. This guy ruined my reputation and acted so righteous about it; it was infuriating.

Zhou Qifang didn’t look back. He went straight to sleep as soon as he boarded, and he didn’t give me a single minute to sneer at him-he slept until the plane landed.

We had seen Du Jun at his villa in Beijing before. This time, the main purpose of our visit was to make Du Jun taste the consequences of his actions.

To this end, I specifically booked a room near the villa. Although it was a bit expensive, it was convenient for our purposes.

Once we arrived at the hotel, I took out the items from my backpack and asked Zhou Qifang to do the same.

Before we headed out, I had Zhou Qifang prepare something. This item was crucial for the success of our plan! Zhou Qifang rummaged through his bag and pulled out a Buddha amulet.

It was an amulet meant to ward off disasters. Of course, that was just its superficial effect; in reality, the amulet contained a malevolent spirit that I had specially arranged for Du Jun.

There’s a long story behind this.

Previously, when I was at the Village Chief’s house, I had heard the sound of a child’s crying late at night. The wailing was heart-wrenching, and I thought a child from a nearby home must be sick.

The next morning, I asked Suzhen about it, only to find out that there were no under-month-old babies in the area. I was puzzled, wondering why I kept encountering such situations wherever I went.

Then Suzhen told me a story about a family in their village. The grandfather of that family valued sons over daughters and had always wanted a son. However, for some reason, his daughter-in-law had given birth to three daughters in a row.

When the fourth daughter was born, that old man directly took the newborn child, just after the umbilical cord was cut, and dragged her up to the hillside, where he killed her with a hoe, leaving not a single bone behind, even letting the dogs gnaw at her.

Later, when his daughter-in-law was pregnant for the fifth time, she finally gave birth to a son. However, from that day on, it is said that the family could hear the sound of a baby crying every night.

But no one else could hear it! Everyone said that the old man was so murderous that he was suffering the consequences of his actions.

After hearing this, I felt sorry for the innocent child, who had tragically died but hadn’t harmed anyone; instead, her resentment was directed at that family.

So, I secretly went out and used a makeshift soul-capturing bottle to collect the child’s Resentful Spirit. Then I set up an ancestral tablet for her, which that family was supposed to worship day and night.

Of course, everything was done in secret.

When I returned, I intended to have Jue Chi take the child’s spirit to exorcise it, but he tried several times without success.

I called the Village Chief to see if that family was actually paying respect to the ancestral tablet.

The Village Chief came back and told me that the family had gone mad, thinking that the child was the reason they couldn’t find peace. Not long after I left, they burned the ancestral tablet.

I was furious, but there was nothing I could do.

Later, Jue Chi informed me of another method, which was to place the child’s soul into a life amulet, a way to blood for blood, allowing the child to be reborn.

It was just like how water ghosts seek a life in return, but I couldn’t do that because I was afraid of backlash.

But Zhou Qifang was different! He wasn’t afraid!

So, the day before our departure, I gave the soul-capturing bottle to Zhou Qifang, and he transferred the child’s spirit into the Buddha amulet.

Then he disguised the amulet as a tool for exorcism.

At this moment, I sat on the hotel bed, looking at the Buddha amulet in my hands, and I felt a faint thrill of revenge inside me.

The most important thing now was figuring out how to get this amulet into Du Jun’s hands…

To this end, I had made some preparations beforehand.

Before leaving, I deliberately told Lin Huan about my plan to get revenge on Du Jun. That little rascal always turned his elbows outward. While he might not openly help Du Jun, he was likely to pass along information covertly.

Moreover, I exaggerated the cruelty of my revenge methods and their consequences. Seeing the sneaky look on Lin Huan’s face, I knew he wouldn’t disappoint me.

“Alright, keep the Buddha amulet safe. Don’t forget, we’re in Beijing now.”

Zhou Qifang pronounced the words “Beijing” with emphasis, and I understood his meaning. Right now, in Beijing, we were targets watched by others at all times; even the slightest movement could get us killed here.

However, that was also an unspoken purpose of my trip to Beijing this time.

Previously, in order to help Du Jun and to probe into those people’s backgrounds, we had made a trip to Beijing. But Zhou Qifang ended up lying in a hospital for half a month, and I nearly lost my life.

Even though those incidents had nothing to do with those people, the price we paid was too steep, and we didn’t even find a single clue.

I had absolutely no patience left for those people.

The fear and desire in my heart twisted like a rope, tightening around my chest day by day. I truly feared that one day I might crack under the pressure.

Zhou Qifang placed the Buddha amulet carefully and was holding his phone, talking to someone. After about ten minutes, he hung up and told me he had found someone to help us.

I wasn’t surprised at all by Zhou Qifang’s connections. He had put in over a decade of effort for that person, and in a place like Beijing, he had already laid out a web of influence that I couldn’t even see.

After having dinner at the hotel, I took Zhou Qifang out to show him the beauty of our homeland.

The most famous landmarks of Beijing-the Forbidden City and the Summer Palace-were must-see tourist spots. Our hotel was conveniently located not too far from the Summer Palace, so I pulled him onto the subway, and we arrived in just a couple of stops.

Zhou Qifang hardly spoke during the ride; I could tell he was preoccupied with his thoughts. I didn’t feel like talking much either, and surprisingly, we strolled through the streets for over half an hour without exchanging a word.

Suddenly, when we found a long corridor to sit down in at the Summer Palace, Zhou Qifang reached out and pointed to a nearby artificial rockery.

“That place… someone died there.”