Chapter 1598: Why Serve the Evil God’s Son

"Ah?" Tang Qian and Cheng Xiao were both taken aback.

"Just now, I saw black energy swirling around him, lingering without dispersing. Coupled with his poor character, I suspect it won’t be long before something else entangles him. At worst, it will lead to family ruin and death, or even cost his life. However, that’s just a ninety percent chance."

"What about the other ten percent?" Tang Qian asked curiously.

Bai Zhi’er looked up, blinking her bright eyes: "The other ten percent is that I can save him, but I won’t help someone like that. Him being alive only causes harm to others. It might be better if he dies; hell is full of people to handle him."

Cheng Xiao couldn’t help but give a thumbs up: "Fairy, are you really a fairy? How can you know everything?"

Bai Zhi’er smiled: "That’s why I said you would have a calamity of bloodshed. Remember to be careful."

Cheng Xiao cried out in pain: "Spare me, fairy, protect me!"

He suddenly remembered something: "Director Huang is this crew’s chief director. If he dies, won’t Sister Qian’s film be ruined?"

Tang Qian frowned, clearly realizing the problem as well.

Bai Zhi’er put down her spoon and thought for a while: "I’ll keep an eye on him for a few days until you finish filming."

Tang Qian hugged her tightly: "Fairy, from now on, you’re my dear sister!"

Bai Zhi’er just smiled without saying a word.

However, Cheng Xiao lowered his voice and said: "Sister Qian, Master Pei is gone!"

Tang Qian turned around and saw that the spot where Pei Luochuan was sitting was indeed empty, and a waiter was busy clearing the dishes there.

"Damn! It’s all because of that old lecher. I don’t even know if I performed well or not just now!"

Bai Zhi’er also looked around.

Strange, why haven’t I seen my husband and child yet?

Their presence is nearby, so they should have arrived by now.

It’s late at night, and Tang Qian is curled up in bed watching a comical soap opera, bursting into laughter from time to time.

Since Cheng Xiao heard about his impending calamity of bloodshed during the day, he insisted on bedding down in Bai Zhi’er’s room and is now sleeping soundly.

However, Bai Zhi’er is standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the stormy night outside, her gaze fixed on that large patch of forest.

The spell she drew in the daylight emits a faint glow, and the rushing river on the edge of the forest seems to follow its prescribed course, rushing forward due to this little light.

In another room, Feng Fuce is also watching this forest.

The room is dimly lit, with only a desk lamp on, and he stares deeply at the spot of golden light in the forest.

His wife is here too? What a coincidence.

The cold brow that Feng Fuce found somewhat tedious earlier now curves into a slight, pleasant arc.

On the bed behind him, Fen Linxing is commanding Pei Luochuan to massage his legs.

Master Pei, a prominent figure, is actually having to massage the arms and legs of a little four-year-old!

Fen Linxing is holding an iPad, watching a gangster version of Peppa Pig, wielding an AK47 to wreak havoc.

He lazily lifts his eyes to look at Pei Luochuan: "Why are you not pressing properly, no strength, did you not eat?"

Pei Luochuan grits his teeth, seeking help from Feng Fuce: "President Feng?"

Back when he served this Evil God, he didn’t know he also had to serve the Evil God’s son!

Feng Fuce, who was thinking of his wife, is not happy to be interrupted.

He turns his head, slightly frowning: "Xingxing."

A symbolic warning makes Fen Linxing pout, sensibly putting down the iPad.

Only then is Pei Luochuan liberated.

Feng Fuce’s gaze is cold: "How’s the investigation I asked you to do?"

Pei Luochuan takes out his phone and opens the information sent by his assistant.

"Fifty years ago, indeed, a woman died here. After her husband died post-marriage, she wanted to remarry. However, she was tied to a rock by the local villagers and submerged in the reservoir above, drowning alive."