Chapter 137: Supplication. Dawacun Weight Loss Records.

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Earlier, after shattering the sinister old River God's water avatar, Lin Yi had obtained fragments of its memories.

The River God had been lucky enough to acquire a Flood Dragon Core and successfully transformed into a flood dragon. As for the demonic seed within its body, why it had been able to wield the River God Seal of the previous River God of the Soaring Sky River, and the other deeper secrets, Lin Yi had learned nothing of them.

But he had obtained one useful memory: the place where that sinister old River God had lived after transforming into a flood dragon.

Now that the dragon corpse had appeared, the location matched the memory perfectly.

Excellent!

Lin Yi was extremely satisfied with what he had gained this time.

After Lin Yi nodded and acknowledged that the dragon corpse could atone for their deaths—

“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang…”

The ghost who looked much like Granny Wang kept kowtowing, hoping that Lin Yi would spare Granny Wang as well.

But Lin Yi shook his head. “Wang Jinhua may escape the death penalty, but she cannot escape punishment while alive. You spirit beings must leave her. Making her weak for several months would not be enough punishment. Her sentence needs to be increased. Otherwise, she’ll only become more vicious and overbearing in the future. If I don’t teach her a lesson, someone else will.”

After saying this, Lin Yi waited for Wang Jinhua’s ancestral spirits to act.

When Wang Jinhua heard Lin Yi’s words, she began trembling even more violently. The malice in her eyes could no longer be concealed.

Her senior spirit protector clenched its teeth. In an instant, it transformed into a gust of dark wind and shot forward.

In the blink of an eye, it attached itself to Wang Jinhua.

It immediately took control of her body and made her kowtow repeatedly to Lin Yi, striking her head until blood flowed. At the same time, an ominous energy continued erupting from within Wang Jinhua’s body.

Only then did Lin Yi nod.

After this ordeal, Wang Jinhua would certainly suffer a serious illness. Whether she survived or not would have little to do with Lin Yi.

Lin Yi waved his hand, ordering the creatures to leave at once.

Before they departed, Lin Yi added, “You’re staying in Blackwater Village, aren’t you? When I go to the dragon corpse’s location, I’ll come looking for you again. Don’t let me find out that you’ve been doing anything evil.”

“Rest assured, Immortal Sir. We’ll do only good deeds and accumulate virtue.”

“To have such an unfilial daughter in the family and make a fool of ourselves before you… Please rest assured, Immortal Sir. We’ll sever our ties with her immediately.”

…

The three spirit beings swore solemn oaths before Lin Yi finally allowed them to leave.

After they were gone, Lin Tian and his mother, both still trembling, instinctively turned toward Lin Yi. Their eyes widened as though they were seeing him for the first time.

Ouyang Ran was no different.

She had discovered that Lin Yi could leave her utterly dumbfounded every single time.

Many things that seemed horrifying to her were as easy as child’s play in Lin Yi’s hands, resolved without the slightest effort.

A spirit medium who clearly possessed genuine abilities had not only been humiliated by Lin Yi within moments, but even the spirits behind her had treated him with extraordinary respect.

Lin Yi was practically a living deity!

“Save me… Immortal Sir, please save me… I—I…”

Before the three of them could say anything, a tall, lean young man with strikingly handsome features and prominent dark circles beneath his eyes came rushing toward Lin Yi from the corner of the staircase, crying his heart out.

Then, with a thud, he fell to his knees.

Lin Yi was slightly taken aback. This fellow was probably Lin Hexiang, the man Ouyang Ran had mentioned.

It seemed he would not need to demonstrate his abilities again. Lin Hexiang had witnessed what had just happened and now believed Lin Yi had the means to help him.

Lin Yi chuckled.

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He nodded.

Judging by Lin Hexiang’s appearance, there was still hope for him.

If Lin Hexiang had acted like an arrogant, domineering rich heir—worse even than Wang Jinhua—Lin Yi would have turned and left without hesitation.

Lin Tian came over and fell to his knees with a thud as well.

Beside Ouyang Ran, Lin Hexiang’s mother hurriedly knelt too.

Then, clutching her son, she wept to Lin Yi, “Please, Master, I beg you. Hurry and save my son…”

As for Lin Tian, while still kneeling, he struck Lin Hexiang hard on the shoulder, knocking him sideways.

Like a father furious at a son who had failed to live up to expectations, Lin Tian harshly berated him. “If you knew enough to beg the spirits for help, why did you do something so foolish earlier? Hurry up and tell Master exactly what happened to you.”

Though his words were severe, the fat, round Lin Tian had reddened eyes and was forcing himself not to cry.

Such was the heart of a parent. He had to pretend to be strong, swallowing his pain even after it had shattered his teeth.

Watching the family, Ouyang Ran’s eyes reddened as well. She turned to Lin Yi and said, “Good little brother Lin Yi, please save them…”

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

At that very moment, Lin Tian quickly pulled a checkbook from his pocket and began filling it out.

A check for ten million yuan was placed directly before Lin Yi.

The marvelous sound of a check being written and torn out never grew tiresome to Lin Yi, no matter how many times he heard it.

After coughing twice, Lin Yi thought for a moment before accepting the check. “Very well. I’ll accept it, then. Since I’ve taken your money, I’ll help you resolve your troubles. Lin Hexiang, tell me what happened.”

“Yes, yes, yes, Immortal Sir… Master, this is what happened.”

…

Unlike Ouyang Ran, who felt nothing for Lin Hexiang, Lin Hexiang liked her more and more the longer he looked at her.

It was not that other women had never approached him. Some had even proven, after being tested by Lin Hexiang, that their feelings for him were sincere. Yet he simply felt nothing for them.

A rich heir like Lin Hexiang was willing to turn himself into a shameless sycophant just to speak with Ouyang Ran every day, chat with her, and share a meal every few days.

Whenever too much time passed without him talking to Ouyang Ran, Lin Hexiang felt that life had lost all meaning.

Yet Lin Hexiang knew even more clearly that Ouyang Ran felt nothing for him.

Since childhood, Ouyang Ran had always liked tall, slender men. Lin Hexiang knew this very well.

For that reason, he had tried every possible method to lose weight, but none had worked.

Exercise was agonizing, yet even drinking a little more water seemed to make Lin Hexiang gain weight again.

Eventually, Lin Hexiang gave up.

He had even undergone liposuction and other procedures, but the rebound was simply too severe.

Then one day, Lin Hexiang was eating and chatting with his friends in a small bar.

During the meal, he once again heard rumors that Ouyang Ran was involved with a male host from a radio and television station. He felt deeply dejected and wounded.

His sorrowful appearance dampened the mood of all his friends.

One of them began talking to Lin Hexiang about something.

He said that in a village on the outskirts of Shengjing City, there was a private club. A beautiful female friend of his had told him that the place offered astonishingly fast weight loss—though it was somewhat expensive. Each session cost at least one million yuan.

For ordinary people, one million yuan might be impossible to earn in an entire lifetime.

But for a family like Lin Hexiang’s, it was laughably easy.

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Lin Hexiang alone received seven-figure sums in New Year’s gift money every year.

His eyes lit up at once. With the attitude of someone merely willing to give it a try, he obtained the address from his friend’s beautiful acquaintance and drove there.

The village was strange. According to Lin Hexiang, it was called Great Hollow Village.

When he drove there, he saw that all the houses in Great Hollow Village were old stone dwellings.

Elsewhere, the roads were paved and covered in concrete, but Great Hollow Village had nothing but dirt paths, full of ruts and potholes.

Fortunately, he was driving an off-road vehicle. Otherwise, his car would never have made it into the village.

He had gone alone and had not brought any of his friends.

After entering Great Hollow Village, he found it extraordinarily quiet despite the fact that it was broad daylight, around eleven in the morning. There was no crowing of chickens, no barking of dogs, and no sign of any people. The place looked like an abandoned village.

The final stretch of road was especially difficult to travel.

The car could not continue. Perhaps it had just rained, leaving far too many mud pits along the way.

Not long after entering the village and reaching its outskirts, Lin Hexiang parked his car beside the road and continued on foot.

Based on the information provided by his friend’s acquaintance, Lin Hexiang knew that this seemingly abandoned village, empty of human life, was precisely the place he had been seeking.

He clearly remembered that while driving, he had not seen so much as a ghost.

Yet after getting out of the car and walking only a few steps, he actually saw several children playing, along with some elderly men sitting outside their homes and smoking long-stemmed pipes.

Lin Hexiang felt an instinctive unease when he saw the children and old men. He did not dare speak to them.

Before he could think further, a child holding a battered jump rope stained with blood came before him. Without saying a word, the child crooked one finger at Lin Hexiang, motioning for him to follow.

Lin Hexiang was somewhat bewildered, but he followed nonetheless.

As soon as he began walking with the little boy, all the children he had seen playing around him—as well as the old men smoking their pipes—vanished without a trace.

Terrified, Lin Hexiang followed the child until they finally arrived before a two-story house.

It was the best-preserved building in the entire village, yet it was still dilapidated. The paint had faded beneath the erosion of time.

When Lin Hexiang reached the rust-covered iron gate of the house, the child vanished in the blink of an eye.

Lin Hexiang stared at the rusty gate, fear rising in his heart.

But when he thought that he had come to the right place—and that perhaps Ouyang Ran might look at him with astonishment and finally agree to be with him—Lin Hexiang decided to take the risk.

The iron gate had only been pushed halfway open. Lin Hexiang reached out to open the other half, but suddenly remembered something.

The child who had led him here had not cast a shadow.

Neither had the children playing beneath the sunlight, nor the old men smoking their pipes.

People standing beneath the sun…

A violent shudder ran through Lin Hexiang’s entire body.

He did not dare think about it any further. Amid the rusty gate’s creaking groans, he pushed open the entrance to the small courtyard.

Then he saw a woman standing before the door on the first floor of the decrepit two-story house.

Her face was unnaturally pale.

She was smiling at him.

That pallid face and those ghastly, swollen lips made Lin Hexiang feel unbearably uncomfortable no matter how he looked at her.

The woman appeared very young, perhaps around twenty. Her hair was as black as ink and fell like a waterfall, concealing half her face.

Her eyes resembled those of a dead fish, staring straight at him without the slightest movement.