Raven Has Become Famous Too?

"Something sinister?" Qin Feng raised an eyebrow. "What kind of sinister?"

Lin Haoran's face twisted with fear. His hand holding the teacup trembled violently, spilling tea everywhere.

He abruptly set down the cup and said urgently, "It was a jade bracelet. It looked very old."

"My dad was quite happy when he first bought it at auction. He said it was a priceless treasure from the Song Dynasty."

"And then?"

"Then my mom took a liking to it. She loved it so much that she wore it every day."

Lin Haoran paused, lowering his voice as though afraid something might overhear him.

"But from the day she put it on, everything changed."

Qin Feng set down his teacup and leaned forward slightly, signaling for him to continue.

"At first, she had nightmares. Every night, she dreamed of a woman in ancient white robes crying."

Lin Haoran rubbed his arms as if trying to shake off a chill.

"My mom said the woman was incredibly beautiful, but her face was covered in tears. No matter what she asked, the woman said nothing, only wept as though her heart had been torn apart."

"Just dreams. The effects should be limited." Qin Feng frowned.

"It wasn't just that!"

Lin Haoran suddenly stood up and paced back and forth anxiously.

"Then she started sleepwalking, but her eyes were open! Several times, my dad woke up in the middle of the night and found her standing rigidly before the mirror, muttering to herself in some tone of voice I'd never heard before!"

Qin Feng's expression turned grave. "What did she say?"

"Things like, 'Your heart is iron, while I am but silk,' and 'Deep affection shortens one's life; great wisdom brings harm'... My mom can't even recite a full Tang poem. How could she say things like that?"

"The most terrifying part was the night before last!"

Lin Haoran's voice began to tremble. He took out his phone and opened a video. On the screen was a lavish bedroom. A middle-aged woman sat on the edge of the bed with her back to the camera, crying miserably at the wall. Her sobs were filled with endless resentment and sorrow.

A man's voice came from the video. "Xiuyun, what's wrong?"

The woman slowly turned around, revealing a face streaked with tears. Yet her gaze was cold, unlike that of any living person. She stared fixedly toward the camera and spoke in a hollow voice.

"My husband, why did you harm me?"

The video ended abruptly there.

"My dad was so scared that he collapsed."

Lin Haoran's eyes were red.

"My mom has never called him 'my husband,' and those eyes... they weren't my mom's at all! It was like..."

"Like someone else." Qin Feng finished for him, his gaze sharp.

"Yes! That was exactly how it felt!"

Lin Haoran grabbed Qin Feng's arm excitedly. "It was like another soul had taken over my mom's body!"

"Where's the jade bracelet?"

"It's still on my mom's wrist. She won't let anyone touch it now, guarding it like her life depends on it!"

"My dad tried to force it off, but she went crazy, scratching and biting him!"

"Why come to me for something like this?"

Qin Feng asked directly, "Why not seek out some experts?"

Lin Haoran slumped back down and gave a bitter smile. "I did. Masters, eminent monks... some said she was possessed, others said she'd encountered a ghost. They took the money, but their methods were completely useless."

"In the end, I used my family's connections and contacted the Special Cases Department. They... recommended the recently famous 'Raven.'"

"Raven?" Qin Feng smiled faintly, amused that his own name had apparently become popular.

"I really didn't expect it to be you." Lin Haoran looked at him with a complicated expression.

"I can take a look." Qin Feng changed the subject, his tone turning cold.

"But I have one condition."

"Please, name it!" Lin Haoran lowered himself completely.

"Once this is over, stay away from Su Qinghui." Qin Feng said calmly.

Lin Haoran froze, then smiled bitterly. "So... you're doing this for Junior Su too."

"You have no right to ask."

"Fine! I agree!"

Lin Haoran clenched his teeth, determination flashing through his eyes.

"As long as you can save my mom, forget one Su Qinghui. I'd even give you ten percent of Lin Group's shares!"

"Oh?" Qin Feng was somewhat surprised by the offer.

"You don't understand."

Lin Haoran's eyes reddened, and his voice choked up.

"My dad is being tortured into madness. If this keeps going, I'm afraid my mom... will lose her life!"

Seeing the genuine concern in his eyes, Qin Feng put away his teasing thoughts. "When do we go?"

"Now! Immediately!"

Lin Haoran checked the time.

"This is when her episodes are at their worst!"

"What about your reception?"

"To hell with the reception!" Lin Haoran blurted out. "My mom is about to die. How could I possibly be in the mood to host a reception?"

"What about Su Qinghui? Didn't you say she would come?" Qin Feng suddenly asked.

Lin Haoran's expression instantly became extremely awkward. Scratching his head, his voice grew quieter and quieter. "Well... I invited her, but she never clearly agreed... I just thought, what if she came..."

Qin Feng's gaze suddenly turned cold.

"So you lured me here with uncertain information?"

Lin Haoran's scalp prickled under his stare, and he hurriedly explained, "I didn't mean to! I really had no other choice, so... Brother Qin, Master Qin! I was wrong!"

Qin Feng stood up as if to leave.

"Don't!" Lin Haoran grabbed him, almost dropping to his knees.

"Master Qin, you can't leave! Name any condition you want, as long as you're willing to help!"

Qin Feng stopped and turned back to look at him coldly. "The original condition remains. Also, I've taken a liking to your Maserati."

Lin Haoran was stunned at first, then overjoyed. "No problem! Forget the car. As long as you can save my mom, even my life is yours!"

"Your life brings bad luck." Qin Feng tossed out those words and turned to leave.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lin Haoran eagerly followed after him, with not a trace of defiance left in his heart.

The two hurried downstairs, where the reception was still in full swing.

A few rich second-generation heirs stopped Lin Haoran. "Young Master Lin, you're leaving already? The reception isn't over yet."

A young man in an Armani suit shot Qin Feng an unfriendly look and asked sarcastically, "Young Master Lin, leaving in such a hurry? Taking this friend of yours off to make a fortune somewhere?"

Lin Haoran was about to lose his temper, but Qin Feng stopped and let his indifferent gaze fall upon the young man's face.

Just one glance.

The young man felt as though he had instantly been dragged into a bottomless ice pit. A terror rising from the depths of his soul clutched his throat, making his legs go weak and leaving him barely able to stand.

"Some people are beyond your ability to provoke." Qin Feng's voice was not loud, yet it struck the young man's heart like a heavy hammer. Then Qin Feng left without another word.

The young man froze in place, his face deathly pale as cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

Watching this, Lin Haoran's awe of Qin Feng deepened even further. He quickly drove his... no, Qin Feng's Maserati, speeding with him toward the Lin family's old residence.

"By the way, Master Qin," Lin Haoran said as he drove.

"My dad was worried that I wasn't reliable, so he spent a lot of money to hire another master. He'll arrive tonight too."

"Please... don't clash with him."

"What's his background?"

"I heard he's an orthodox successor of the Mount Mao School. His Daoist name is Qing Xuzi. Supposedly, he's very famous even over on Hong Kong Island, and his abilities are extraordinary."

Qin Feng curled his lip. The Mount Mao School?

Hopefully he wasn't a fraud.

Still, if he really had ability, Qin Feng could take the opportunity to see this world's Daoist arts. Perhaps there would be some unexpected gains.

The car cut through the night like a streak of light and soon arrived at the Lin family's manor in the city center.

The moment the car came to a stop, before they had even entered, Qin Feng sensed a bone-piercingly cold aura.

[Warning: High-concentration abnormal spirit fluctuations detected!]

[Analyzing...]

[Target Level: D-Class (extremely deep resentment)]

[Type: Obsessive Vengeful Spirit]

A cold curve appeared at the corner of Qin Feng's mouth.

A D-Class vengeful spirit. Ordinary. Not enough to feed on.