Judge of Souls - Chapter 75

Taking Zhang Yangyang along really reduced his combat effectiveness.

The man in black indeed looked at him with disdain, then quickly looked away, refusing to spare another glance. “We’re not looking for you. You—get lost.”

Zhang Yangyang shrugged his shoulders. “Dad has such a temper! Though Dad was once an internet-addicted teenager, I’m also a fitness boy who runs every day! At A University, I could in a minute…”

Before he could finish, the man in black had already reached out to grab Jiang Feng’s arm.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” Zhang Yangyang grew furious, putting down his things to join the fight, but Jiang Feng had already kicked out.

Though the black-clothed man appeared broad-shouldered and muscular, with bulging muscles, he was dramatically sent flying by that light kick. He staggered back several steps, crashed into his own car, raised his hand to clutch his chest, and looked at Jiang Feng in bewilderment.

Zhang Yangyang stared in surprise, pointing at the two men and exclaiming indignantly, “Shameless! Scammer! Drama queen!”

Do domineering CEOs still use these tactics nowadays?

Jiang Feng said angrily, “Get lost.”

Nearby, passersby approached to watch, asking, “What’s going on here? Do you need help?”

Seeing the situation turning unfavorable, and suspecting they couldn’t beat Jiang Feng, the two men opened their car door and left.

Zhang Yangyang picked up his things, clicked his tongue as he walked over to Jiang Feng, and asked, “Who did you offend? Why were they looking for you?”

Jiang Feng shook his head. “I haven’t offended anyone. I don’t know who they are.”

Zhang Yangyang: “Let’s file a police report? I feel they’re really suspicious! Both suspicious and bold—it’s broad daylight now!”

Jiang Feng said, “No need.”

In this world, people who could kill him… couldn’t be born from a mother’s womb.

****

Originally thinking this was just an incident that would pass, he didn’t expect to see those two men in black again after four or five uneventful days.

This time, they were in Zhang Yangyang’s dormitory.

He came back carrying his bag, found the door open, and happily said, “Oh, waiting for me?”

But when he looked around, he realized the middle of the dorm had been taken over. The other two roommates had extremely unpleasant expressions, already at the edge of their patience.

There were four visitors in total. Two tall, sturdy men who looked like bodyguards. A female middle school student about fourteen or fifteen years old, and a middle-aged woman with delicate makeup, wearing high heels and dressed in business attire.

The books and computers that had originally been on the table were messily pushed into a corner. The girl in the dress was sitting in the position of the innermost roommate, casually flipping through things on his desk.

This brother was a handicraft enthusiast and also an anime fan. On his desk were some half-finished figurines and authentic collectible figures. Usually treasured beyond measure, these goddess figures were now being scratched at their hair and eyeballs by the girl’s fingernails. That roommate had been driven outside and could only watch while grinding his teeth.

Zhang Yangyang carelessly pointed at her and said, “Wow, a celebrity! I remember you!”

The girl finally put down what she was holding and turned to look at him.

“You’re from my mom’s generation!” Zhang Yangyang approached with an expression of great honor. “She said you were especially impressive, with remarkable foresight during that era. It’s such visionaries who achieve today’s success.”

The woman smiled, neither warmly nor coldly.

Zhang Yangyang pulled his roommate aside, pretending to whisper as he explained, “She was completely boycotted by mainstream media at that time, made her husband divorce for love, then got pregnant and married for love. Millions spent on marketing, twists and turns, a glorious retirement—so touching.”

The girl immediately threw the figurine forcefully at him.

Zhang Yangyang caught it with one hand and returned it to his roommate.

The roommate checked it carefully, then cursed, “Damn!”

Zhang Yangyang smiled. “Don’t be angry. My family still keeps the newspapers—my mom likes to clip articles. Don’t sue me! If you want to sue, sue those media outlets from back then. Besides, what’s wrong with what I said? Wasn’t it… for love?”

The girl was pushed back down, and the middle-aged woman controlled her temper and asked, “Where’s Jiang Feng?”

“You’re looking for my brother?” Zhang Yangyang took out his phone. “Wait a moment, I’ll call him for you.”

Roommate: “Hey?”

Zhang Yangyang made a hushing gesture. “What are you doing? The big celebrity is here. What’s wrong with meeting a classmate?”

Zhang Yangyang walked outside and directly called Officer Ye, saying there were people illegally entering the dormitory.

Officer Ye was quite speechless. “Since it’s a dormitory, my friend, go call the dorm administrator or security! Isn’t calling the police too extreme?”

Zhang Yangyang said, “But she’s a big celebrity. She’s specifically asking for Jiang Feng, and two days ago she even sent people to forcibly take him. They’re here to talk because they couldn’t snatch him.”

Officer Ye remained silent for a moment, then said, “Have Jiang Feng go over and talk to them. Remember to bring several yellow talismans. They dare to swagger into your dormitory without fear of causing trouble. No human under heaven would dare be so arrogant—they must really have something to discuss with him.”

Zhang Yangyang gasped. “Ah! You mean——“

Officer Ye said seriously, “Yes. I’ll have Chu Xuanliang come over later.”

Zhang Yangyang: “Damn! Me again?!”

Only then did Zhang Yangyang call Jiang Feng and explain the situation.

Jiang Feng remained silent for a while, then nodded and said he understood.

Others had come looking for him before, once failing to force him, and with what kind of thinking, they tried to force him a second time. The only difference was that this time they openly offered a payment of 100,000 yuan.

But he was displeased and ignored them. He hadn’t expected them to go find Zhang Yangyang.

Jiang Feng headed to the men’s dormitory, swiped his card to enter the building, and walked up to the third floor. When he opened Zhang Yangyang’s door, he immediately sensed something wrong.

Among the four people inside, there was a faint ghostly energy.

He looked at each of their faces one by one, finally stopping on the girl’s.

A ghost with white hair and a long beard was hanging behind the girl’s neck, constantly scratching at her skin with its hands.

The girl seemed very irritated, pouting and stomping her foot impatiently. “Mom, let’s go home! It would be better to find a more capable doctor! What kind of garbage is this?”

Jiang Feng looked at her for two more seconds. The old ghost behind her, feeling the pressure, finally stopped its hand. It stepped back and knelt before him.

“Eh?” Zhu Yan blinked, waving her arms. “Mom, I’m not itchy anymore.”

Qin Ru, who had been somewhat perfunctory before, immediately sat up straight and decisively said, “I have something I need from you. 100,000 yuan to solve the problem with her. You should know what I’m talking about. If you really solve it, I’ll give you another 100,000.”

“100,000 yuan?” Zhang Yangyang shrugged. “Hiring even a slightly capable feng shui master would cost over a million, right? I really thought you married a rich man for love!”

Zhu Yan pointed at him. “Say one more word and I’ll tear your mouth apart! Do you really think I can’t kill you?”

Jiang Feng’s eyes darkened. The ghost behind Zhu Yan took notice, floated back, and used its hands to scratch her back viciously.

“Ahh——” Zhu Yan reached for her back. “What’s happening?”

Qin Ru raised her chin and said, “Jiang Feng, we can negotiate the money. If you think it’s not enough, name your price. I can also help solve your employment problems after graduation, which is better than you delivering takeout for various trashy shops.”

The roommate whose figurine was damaged sneered: “At least the money from delivering takeout is earned by oneself, not by sleeping around.”

Zhu Yan immediately flipped all the things on his desk onto the floor and stomped on them twice.

That roommate’s eyes reddened. “F*ck!”

Jiang Feng said, “I’ll compensate you.”

“Why would you compensate me? You didn’t break it.”

Qin Ru frowned and grabbed her. “Yanyan! Control your emotions! Do you know what you look like right now?”

“I’m going crazy, I’m going crazy!” Zhu Yan grabbed her scalp in breakdown. “You don’t know how uncomfortable I am! This dorm stinks—I want to go home! My body is so itchy, really so itchy!”

She hadn’t slept well for almost a week, and her temper had become so volatile that she hardly resembled her former self. At the slightest discontent, she would hit, curse, smash, or throw things; otherwise, she couldn’t vent the agitation within.

Qin Ru took a deep breath, pulled out a gold card from her bag, and handed it to Jiang Feng. “I want to see results within a week.”

“If you don’t understand human language, let me repeat more clearly,” Jiang Feng said coldly. “I don’t agree, I’m not interested, get out. If you come looking for me again, or try to find me through my friends, I’ll report you for harassment.”

Zhang Yangyang gloated, immediately taking out his phone. “I told you this matter is for Officer Ye to handle. Should I call him again?”

Hearing the two firmly reject, the roommate rushed out the door and shouted down to the floor below. “Auntie! Why did you let an irrelevant middle-aged woman into the men’s dormitory? She’s just doing multi-level marketing and harassing people! Don’t we have any face? If this continues, I’ll report to the school—A University dormitories have no discipline at all!”

The dorm auntie replied from downstairs. “What’s going on?!”

Qin Ru, embarrassed and angry, said, “You’ll regret this!”

The roommate pulled open the door forcefully, gesturing at them with disgust. “Hurry up, big celebrity, come out!”

Zhu Yan followed behind Qin Ru, leaving reluctantly, kicking the door hard before leaving.

After they left, everyone squatted down and began cleaning up the mess.

Not long after they left, Chu Xuanliang arrived.

Seeing the low morale in the room, he exclaimed, “What happened here? What’s going on? Were you robbed?”

Zhang Yangyang said indignantly. “A bunch of lunatics came to make trouble in our dorm! By the way, can we get them to pay for the damaged items?”

The roommate said, “Forget it, bro no longer likes spending someone else’s wife’s money.”

Jiang Feng clapped his hands and walked to the door with Chu Xuanliang. Zhang Yangyang put down his things and quickly joined them.

Jiang Feng said, “The person who just came is haunted by a ghost.”

Zhang Yangyang paused, exclaiming, “Damn! And you’re not going to help?”

“She brought it on herself,” Jiang Feng said indifferently. “What does it have to do with me?”

Chu Xuanliang said, “Let it go. They’ve left already. Maybe it’s someone’s personal grudge—we shouldn’t interfere. With such destructive power, it must still be quite healthy.”

****

After Chu Xuanliang returned from an official meeting of the Taoist Association, he saw a Taoist priest hurriedly running toward the back courtyard.

The young Taoist saw him, his eyes brightened, and he changed direction, running to him and saying, “Senior Brother Xuanliang, you’re back just in time. Someone’s causing trouble at the temple.”

Chu Xuanliang: “What’s happening? Where’s Master?”

“Master said there’s a woman making a scene, and let others handle it—he won’t deal with it.”

Chu Xuanliang felt a headache coming on. “What kind of trouble?”

“A wealthy woman came, saying she wanted to pay to secure the temple’s first incense stick, and also wanted to invite Master to secretly perform rituals at her home. In return, she offered to help promote our temple. The junior brother who received her said our temple’s first incense has never been reserved for anyone, and we don’t need their promotion. As for rituals, the sect leader hasn’t been responsible for those for years, and even for disciples, he wouldn’t perform them casually. Then she became unhappy.”

Chu Xuanliang: “So what’s happening now?”

The young Taoist said, “Fearing it might affect the devotees in front, and hearing she was once a public figure, they brought her to the back courtyard.”