Nothing Happened Tonight

It was late at night.

It's already 2 a. m.

Most people were already asleep.

Those who have no nightlife are cultivating immortality, while those who are active in the nightlife are partying wildly. Programmers who are neither reclusive nor active in the nightlife are working overtime. Some are starving while others are drowning in wealth. Meanwhile, office workers are helping their bosses save up for sports cars and mansions. All three are staying up late, but the things they do are completely different. It is a strange thing that society has developed to a certain stage.

As the epitome of a social butterfly and the richest of the rich, Xie Guangjun, the Young Master Xie, was indeed partying wildly.

In the brightly lit nightclub, it was the hottest time of the night. Crowds came and went, dancing wildly, touching, rubbing, and hugging, men and women releasing their desires. Meanwhile, Young Master Xie sat in his usual booth, drinking one glass after another, surrounded by his cronies, chatting and laughing, drinking and shouting.

Every now and then, acquaintances would come to offer him a toast, and Xie Guangjun accepted them all.

He was very happy, and he was also looking forward to it.

He's waiting.

Waiting for a result, waiting for good news.

Because he couldn't wait to see Kang De kneel before him, begging and pleading, holding the property deed in his hands, begging him to buy the house, even if it was for free. He was waiting there, in the noisy nightclub, on the perfect stage, to humiliate and ridicule him.

More than a dozen methods have already been devised.

He must repay Kang De for all the humiliation, his foul mouth, and his insolence.

And it's doubled.

He didn't intend to do anything to the other party, after all, he still had to give Wang Xiaoman some face, but that stupid [beep--] dog was taking advantage of his master's power and didn't know what was good for him, so he definitely had to get revenge.

I want him to be terrified of hearing my name for the rest of his life.

The woman next to him nudged him with her elbow. She wore a shimmering sequined necklace, a silver miniskirt, and knee-high boots, her makeup bold and striking. In the dim lighting, she exuded a powerful aura and a unique allure. She chuckled in a slightly husky voice, "You seem a little distracted tonight."

Xie Guangjun was already a little drunk. Upon hearing this, he revealed a smug smile. He thought that brainless women who threw themselves at him and shamelessly offered themselves to him were all low. He had seen too many of them and no longer liked them. Besides beautiful bodies, he now also liked interesting souls, which gave him a greater sense of pleasure in conquering them.

Driven by a male's desire to show off to a female, he squinted his drunken eyes and said with a smile, "Xiao An, you've come at the perfect time. I'll treat you to a good show, one that's rarely seen."

The woman casually asked, "What kind of show?"

Xie Guangjun glanced at his watch, then pointed to the open space at the entrance to the booths. "Tonight, someone has to kneel here and beg for my forgiveness, like a dog."

The woman had a faint smile on her lips, and her body swayed slightly to the music that played throughout the venue, seemingly enjoying the atmosphere. But after hearing Xie Guangjun's words, her face immediately turned cold.

Her eyebrows shot up sharply. "Are you alright?"

"This isn't my fault, it's that kid's fault. He's so foul-mouthed and doesn't know how to behave. He deserves to kneel on the ground and beg for my forgiveness and pardon."

Slightly tipsy, Xie Guangjun swirled the liquor in his glass. "I forgot to tell you, he's Wang Xiaoman's kept man, and also her childhood friend. Today, I'll let you, her rival, see what kind of catch she's picked."

Before the words were finished, the woman's expression changed. "Is it that Kang De?"

Xie Guangjun was taken aback at first, then smiled faintly and said, "Oh, we still know each other."

The woman called Xiao An slammed her wine glass down on the table, "Isn't it inappropriate to drag outsiders into the feud between our two families and your personal grudge with Wang Xiaoman?"

Xie Guangjun's slightly drunken state fueled his temper. "This time it's really not some old grudge. I have the phone recording saved. Even if Wang Xiaoman's father comes to demand an explanation, I'll have my reasons!"

At this point, he glanced at the woman sideways. "I didn't realize you were usually so righteous. If you're so capable, tell Wang Xiaoman to come here. Let's see if she accepts your favor and how this ends today."

The woman was furious and wanted to storm off, but then she hesitated, remembering Xie Guangjun's earlier words. She and Wang Xiaoman didn't get along, and she had only met Kang De twice; they were just acquaintances with no real connection. But that didn't mean she could easily forget about it... In her opinion, this kind of thing was truly disgusting; kneeling and all that was really going too far.

But if she told Wang Xiaoman, causing that woman to rush over and cause a conflict, or even suffer a loss, things would be difficult to resolve. From her perspective, she might even be resented and seen as someone who deliberately lured Wang Xiaoman to cause trouble to watch the show... After all, her relationship with the other woman was not good.

Okay, I'll stay and take a look.

If things get too out of hand, she can intervene.

Xiao An stared coldly at Xie Guangjun, her expression shifting as if weighing the pros and cons. After a moment, she spat out a sentence through gritted teeth. "With your flamboyant attitude, you're bound to get into trouble sooner or later, and you'll even get your father into trouble."

Xie Guangjun burst into wild laughter, without replying at all.

The woman frowned in disgust and distanced herself from Xie Guangjun. Xie Guangjun didn't seem to care. He drank his wine, played on his phone, and occasionally shouted a few words, stood up, and swayed to the music on stage, winning praise and applause from his lackeys and cronies.

The place was filled with decadent and filthy atmosphere, a place of endless debauchery and endless revelry. Xiao An used to love the feeling of nightclubs, but for some reason, she suddenly felt nauseous today.

Because what is released here is not just the accumulated stress and desires of humanity.

There is also darkness and evil.

Suddenly she frowned and looked around in surprise. She felt Rafale, or perhaps it was an illusion, but she had a strange feeling that she couldn't quite put her finger on, as if someone had come.

There was no one around. This was one of the largest and best booths, designed with quietness, spaciousness, and high-end features in mind. Even the bar girls who roamed around soliciting customers wouldn't bother us here.

A moment later, Xie Guangjun slowly got up. When people around him asked him what was wrong, he said, "Going to the restroom."

Watching the other person get up and leave, Xiao An suddenly cursed, "Damn it!"

Never mind.

She picked up her phone, dragged Wang Xiaoman's number from the blacklist, and sent a message.

A moment later, she saw a short reply.

"Thanks."

She frowned. Knowing Wang Xiaoman's personality, she would never sit idly by and watch her childhood friend be humiliated. But this was Xie Guangjun's territory, and if she came to cause trouble, she would probably suffer losses.

She was about to offer a few words of advice when two short rings suddenly sounded in her ear.

It felt like it was behind me.

She turned around abruptly, but the area behind her was empty. Yet, she did hear her phone ring—two short rings, as if it had been hung up as soon as she heard it, and then it disappeared immediately.

But... there's nobody here.

She suddenly turned her head and asked Xie Guangjun's cronies, "Whose phone rang?"

These people were still quite afraid of her, and upon hearing this, they all took out their phones to check. "No..."

She looked confused. "Did I hear that right?"

VIP customers in the booths even have access to a dedicated VIP restroom. It's less crowded, there's no need to queue, it's quiet, the air is fresh, and it's soundproof, making everything convenient.

The restroom was empty and brightly lit. Xie Guangjun comfortably finished relieving himself and cleaned himself at the sink. He hummed a little tune, a mixture of smugness and ruthlessness on his face. Things were going smoothly, according to the middleman's report. Soon, he would be able to see the person he wanted to see.

That cheeky brat.

And that apartment.

Upon thinking of this, a fierce look appeared on his face.

"Bitch!"

He cursed under his breath, "You've been dead for so long, and you're still causing me trouble!"

If it weren't for that house that suddenly became haunted recently, he wouldn't have remembered his biggest worry and secret, nor would he have wanted to buy the house back and deal with it again—even though he had already thoroughly cleaned it inside and out before, but who could blame him when it became haunted again?

However, the problem will soon be solved. Even if that kid surnamed Kang really knows something, he should know to shut up after being taught a lesson, right? We won't do anything to him then. Instead, we'll give him a little something sweet, and he'll be grateful to us for showing mercy.

Humans are just like that, they can be tamed.

He smiled smugly.

But suddenly I felt a chill in the air.

--Because he thought of that woman, and of the ghost stories that had surfaced after the Lunar New Year.

"Damn it, even if there are ghosts, I've got plenty of money. I could kill you back then, and now that you're a ghost, I still have ways to kill you! If there really are ghosts, it means those monks and Daoists are truly skilled! I'll pay them to suppress you and help you pass on to the afterlife. I have plenty of money!"

He muttered to himself, rambling on and on.

And looking at the huge mirror in front of him.

Xie Guangjun didn't realize that he was more excited than usual tonight, even becoming increasingly agitated and neurotic. He just felt a little cold, and then...

Then...

The lights in the restroom went out instantly, plunging the bright and spacious bathroom into darkness. He was startled and then yelled, "Waiter! Waiter! What's going on! Get over here!"

There was no response.

Oh shit.

Xie Guangjun cursed, frantically pulled out his phone, turned on the screen, and activated the flashlight, illuminating a small patch of darkness. He held up the phone and prepared to leave.

Turn around.

The light from the phone illuminated what was behind me.

It's so close.

It could even be described as face-to-face.

A deathly pale face appeared before him.

Staring wide-eyed.

Blood vessels were everywhere, but apart from that, there was no movement, only deathly silence.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was pale, and her lips were bluish-purple.

This face.

It's her.

This is what she looked like before she strangled herself to death.

It stood perfectly intact in front of me.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Anyone who turned around in a power outage and saw a pale, ghostly face looming close to them would be terrified, let alone this face, which was Xie Guangjun's biggest nightmare and darkest memory for some time.

No, that's impossible.

How could it be completely intact?

She died, was boiled, cut up, washed away, sold, ground up, fed to chickens, and disposed of cleanly for many years! Nobody knows!

Xie Guangjun screamed and fell to the ground. He struggled to get up, but found that the clean and smooth ground had suddenly become sticky. Under the light of his phone, he could barely see that the dark red liquid on his hand was almost solidified. Then he felt an itch on his neck, as if something was hanging down. He looked up and saw clumps of black hair hanging down, like vines. These were the hairs he had once been infatuated with and praised, and now they were wrapping around him.

He screamed, rolling and struggling on the ground.

Crushed, wriggling matter gushed from the tap; it was the substance he had processed, mixed with minced beef and mutton, and flushed down the drain, spreading toward him.

He crawled and hid desperately.

Then, the sticky ground trembled, and eyeballs opened, their eyes filled with endless pain and hatred that blood could not wash away. Many eyeballs, densely packed, stared at him, as if they were two of that head. Slices of flesh and blood rushed towards him from all directions, neatly arranged. A song sang in the air: a woman was crying, resentful, screaming, and roaring.

They surrounded him, tormented him, and tore at him.

Pay with your life! Pay with your life! Pay with your life!

Revenge, revenge, revenge.

This was the scene he feared most, the ultimate secret he least wanted anyone to know.

He screamed, wailed, and broke down.

A pitiful scream came from the VIP-only restroom.

The waiters tried to open the door after hearing this, but it was as if it were welded shut; even with five or six waiters pulling together, they couldn't push it open.

Someone went to get the fire axe, but that would take time. After a while, the door suddenly opened, and the lights inside were bright and the air was fresh. A figure tumbled out, letting out a groan that sounded inhuman. It was Young Master Xie, whom almost all the staff recognized.

Someone tried to help him up, but was violently pushed away.

Xie Guangjun's eyes were glazed over, his face filled with terror, and he roared, "Don't come any closer!"

He took off running, very quickly.

A commotion erupted in the noisy nightclub, with chickens flying and dogs barking. People looked on in astonishment at the commotion and saw a well-dressed man scrambling and crawling like a dog. He rolled on the ground, then kowtowed and knelt in all directions, crying, shouting, and uttering nonsensical words.

"Spare me! Spare me! It was an accident! I didn't mean to kill you!"

"Please don't come looking for me, I beg you, I will ask a high monk to perform a ritual to help you pass on to a better future!"

"I'll burn money for you, lots and lots of money!"

"I killed you, Momo. I'm so sorry. I'm a beast, I'm not human. I caused you to not even have a complete corpse. I will make it up to you. Please don't come looking for me. I will have a high monk perform a ritual to help you pass on to the afterlife!"

The sycophants and cronies who had swarmed over all changed their expressions. They tried to stop Xie Guangjun from speaking, but were shoved away violently. The noise was loud enough for many people to hear. The men and women in the nightclub stopped to watch, and some took out their phones to record videos and make Douyin.

Some people were also whispering.

"He's definitely high on drugs. He looks like a rich guy, getting involved with this kind of stuff."

"Really?"

"Most likely true, damn it."

Is there a reward for reporting this to the police station?

Xiao An watched from a distance, completely confused about what was going on.

Shortly after, the nightclub manager arrived quickly with staff and security guards. The venue was large, and they had many tasks, including covering up for and protecting the privacy of their important clients.

Before they could make a move, Xie Guangjun sprang to his feet like a carp leaping out of the water, his face beaming with joy.

"Fine, fine, I'll leave! I'll leave!"

He rushed toward the gate, even knocking aside the two security guards blocking his way. His lackeys chased after him, shouting and yelling, but couldn't catch up for a while. Watching a spectacle is human nature, and people surged out, the security guards unable to stop them. After Xiao An also squeezed out, he saw Xie Guangjun's supercar roaring as it sped through the parking lot and onto the road.

At the same time, a car sped towards us from the other side at extremely high speed.

Without slowing down or changing direction, as if deliberately trying to crash into each other, the two cars collided with a deafening roar on the quiet, deserted street, under the stunned gazes of the crowd. Debris flew everywhere, and they saw the airbags inflate instantly. The two cars crashed through the guardrails and slammed into the opposite wall with another loud bang.

Then, a small flame flickered, quickly bursting into flames until it expanded into a huge fireball.

Both vehicles caught fire simultaneously.

Xie Guangjun's heart-wrenching screams echoed across the street and reached this side.

As if waking from a dream, the crowd erupted in panicked screams. The nightclub manager's shouts drowned out everything, urging customers to leave, guiding order, and even ordering someone to fetch a fire extinguisher and call the police.

Amidst the chaos, Xiao An stared blankly at everything. This had happened in the blink of an eye, and for some reason, she felt something was amiss. Xie Guangjun had been so full of vigor earlier, how could he have turned into this after just going to the restroom? Moreover, the car that crashed into them didn't seem like an accident at all.

It seemed more like premeditated murder.

For some reason, she thought of those two bell rings again, which sounded like a hallucination.

Suddenly I realized it's a bit cold tonight, really a bit cold.

There's only one thing that's certain.

Xie Guangjun is doomed... Even if he survives, he's finished.

Tonight is fucking weird.

Xie Liqian's youngest son...

Tonight, many people will probably be unable to sleep.

Thinking of Xie Guangjun's previous high spirits and arrogance, and how he had fallen to this state in the blink of an eye, Xiao An felt a heavy sigh. It was truly a cruel twist of fate.

Kang De appeared in the house.

The sofa and coffee table were empty, but Kang De carried a sofa in one hand and a heavy coffee table in the other, gently placing the two pieces of furniture back in their original positions.

"I never imagined that the mirrored items in the White Mist World could have this function."

The sofa and coffee table might have some things that shouldn't be there—human tissue, tiny bloodstains, or even signs of death... Better safe than sorry.

The automated robot in the corner began to clean and mop the floor on its own.

Kang De toured the area and found nothing wrong.

So, carrying a leather bag, he opened the portal and leaped back home from the White Mist World.

The house was quiet, the village peaceful, with only the occasional distant bark of a dog; everyone was asleep.

He took off his shoes, got into bed, covered himself with the blanket, and yawned.

Nothing happened tonight.

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