What the woman didn't notice was that Pei Yubai was looking at her with icy eyes from the other side.
Pei Yubai, as the sole heir of the Huateng Group, received a top-notch education from a young age, even though he has not officially taken over the family business yet.
Pei Zhongkang personally guided him in many things from a young age.
It's easy to see through what this woman is thinking.
How can I legally kill her?
Pei Yubai pondered, countless methods already flashing through his mind.
But Yuanyuan is still there; let's see how Yuanyuan handles it.
Then Pei Yubai remembered Qiguan Yuan's identity as Nine-Tailed Fox fox demon.
Yuanyuan is probably unaware of current laws; she's likely legally illiterate. If Yuanyuan wants to kill her, how can I extricate myself from the Yuanyuan?
Qiguan Yuan was naturally unaware that Pei Yubai was already prepared to have the amusement park sealed off at any time, and even less aware that Pei Yubai was frantically searching through the law in his mind, trying to find loopholes.
Qiguan Yuan was not such a violent person. He patted Chenchen's head, looked into the boy's bright eyes, and nodded.
Do you want your brother to go with you to find your mother?
The little boy's eyes were full of anticipation. "Can you, brother? Mom will really like you. She loves handsome older brothers and sisters."
Qiguan Yuan squatted down, his line of sight level with Chenchen's.
He reached out and straightened Chenchen's askew fox-shaped hat, his fingers gently sliding over the ear of the hat. "Okay, brother will go with you to find your mother."
Chenchen's eyes lit up instantly. He reached out and grabbed Qiguan Yuan's fingers tightly, as if afraid he would change his mind.
Qiguan Yuan stood up, took Chenchen's hand, and glanced at Pei Yubai.
Pei Yubai understood.
He didn't speak, but tapped the edge of his phone lightly with his thumb.
He didn't follow, but stood there watching Qiguan Yuan Chenchen and walk with that woman towards the back entrance of the amusement park.
The woman walked ahead, her pace slightly faster than when she arrived, but not too fast, lest the people behind her fall behind.
Her lips were turned up in a smirk, and she tried to suppress it several times but couldn't.
Her hands were in her pockets, and she swiped her fingers across her phone screen a few times before sending a message.
The message was short, just a few words: Another one, the worst.
The reply came quickly: The medicine is ready, hurry.
The woman turned her phone over and put it in her pocket, glanced back at Qiguan Yuan, and smiled—a smile much more natural than before, with two fine lines appearing at the corners of her eyes. "This way, the back door is closer, the car is waiting outside."
Qiguan Yuan held Chenchen's hand and followed behind her.
Chenchen's little hand gripped his finger, and after taking a few steps, she would look up at him, glance at him, then turn her head back, only to turn back again a moment later.
Qiguan Yuan glanced down at him, and Chenchen smiled, "Brother is so handsome."
A silver-gray minivan was parked outside the back door. The body was dirty, and a piece of the rear fender was missing.
The car door was halfway open, revealing two men inside, one fat and one thin.
The fat one was sitting in the driver's seat, a cigarette between his fingers.
The thinner one sat in the back seat with a black backpack on his lap. The backpack's zipper was open a third of the way, revealing several rolls of duct tape and a few nylon cable ties inside.
The woman walked to the car door and nodded inside.
The thin man zipped up his backpack, stood up from his seat, and bent over to crawl out of the car.
His gaze first fell on the woman, then moved to Chenchen, and finally settled on Qiguan Yuan.
His mouth was open, and it didn't close.
The fat guy also got out of the driver's seat, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. A bit of ash fell out, but he didn't flick it off; he just stood there, frozen in place.
What a beautiful person.
The skinny man was the first to react, giving the woman a wink.
The woman stepped aside, and the skinny man pulled a folded towel from the side pocket of his backpack. The towel was wet and emitted a pungent chemical smell.
He clutched the towel in his hand and took a step closer to Qiguan Yuan.
Qiguan Yuan didn't look at him.
He squatted down and turned Chenchen around so that Chenchen was facing his chest.
His fingers gently covered Chenchen's eyes, his palm warm against the child's eyelids. " Chenchen, I heard that if you count to ten, you can see your mother."
Upon hearing that he could see his mother, Chenchen immediately closed his eyes and began counting obediently. "One, two, three..."
Qiguan Yuan raised his other hand and lightly traced his index finger in the air.
There was no sound, no light, and no one noticed anything unusual.
But the skinny man found that he couldn't take a step.
Something blocked my foot; I lifted it up but couldn't put it down, leaving it suspended in mid-air, as if I were stepping on an invisible wad of cotton.
The fat man was next to the driver's seat, his body in the position of getting out of the car, one leg outside the car and the other inside, as if he had been put on pause.
The woman stood by the car door, her mouth still open, a smile still lingering at the corners of her lips, but her eyes were moving, very slowly, as if held back by something.
Qiguan Yuan transmitted his voice to Pei Yubai: " Pei Yubai, what do you do with the animals of your own kind that are being sold here?"
Pei Yubai stood inside the amusement park, separated from the back door by a wall and a corridor.
He leaned against the wall, holding his phone, the screen lit up, showing the people he had arranged, ready to be deployed at any time.
"Anyone who traffics in women or children shall be sentenced to imprisonment for not less than five years but not more than ten years and shall also be fined. If there are aggravating circumstances, the sentence shall be imprisonment for not less than ten years or life imprisonment, and a fine or confiscation of property shall also be imposed. If the circumstances are particularly serious, the sentence shall be death and confiscation of property shall also be imposed."
Chenchen has already counted to six.
After listening to Pei Yubai's words, Qiguan Yuan remained silent for a moment.
He raised his other hand and gently rubbed the fox ears hanging down from Chenchen's hat with his fingers, causing the hat's ears to flick under his fingertips.
"But I think it's too light."
The skinny man's towel slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, wet side down, leaving a small, dark water stain.
His body began to tremble, his jaw chattering.
Qiguan Yuan's eyes changed.
The light gray pupils rippled outwards from the edges, like ink drops falling into clear water, and red seeped up from the depths of the pupils, dyeing the entire eye red.
Something was moving behind him; nine tails emerged from beneath his robes, white and fluffy, slowly unfurling behind him.
Countless red threads flew out from his wrist.
They flowed from between his fingers like snakes awakening from hibernation, slithering along the ground and crawling onto the bodies of those people.
As the red thread tightened, their bodies jerked simultaneously, as if something had pulled them from within.
The red thread wrapped around their Thread of Wealth, Thread of Career... and severed them all.
Their bodies convulsed in agony as each thread was severed.
Qiguan Yuan severed all their threads, leaving only one Thread of Life.
Chenchen is still counting.
Seven, eight...
Qiguan Yuan's finger gently hooked in the air.
Something moved in the void, the air began to cool, and something was squeezing into this direction from another space.
The first person to come out was a young woman.
Her hair was long, draped over her shoulders, and her face was so pale it looked as if she had never seen the light. There was a long wound on her abdomen, running from left to right, with the stitches still visible, black and resembling a centipede crawling on her skin.
She was barefoot, with no toenails on her toes; the nails had been pulled out, revealing the pink flesh underneath.
She walked very slowly, each step feeling like she was stepping on a knife's edge, but there was no sign of pain on her face, and her eyes were closed.
The second person to come out was a middle-aged man.
His left hand was gone, severed cleanly above the wrist, with a yellowish gauze wrapped around the cut, stained with dark red blood.
His right eye was also gone; the eye socket was sunken, and the eyelid drooped, like an empty pocket.
The third, the fourth...
They emerged from the void and stood before the human traffickers.
There were men and women, old and young, the youngest looking only seven or eight years old, wearing a T-shirt whose original color was no longer recognizable. The T-shirt had a cartoon pattern printed on it, a Mickey Mouse, whose smiling face was covered in blood.
Each of them bore wounds; some were missing organs, some were missing limbs, and some were covered in burn scars, their skin wrinkled and crumpled like crumpled paper that had been forcibly unfolded.
Qiguan Yuan looked at the human traffickers with a blank expression.
He flicked his finger lightly in the air, and the victims who had their eyes closed opened them simultaneously.
They had no pupils; their eye sockets were empty, dark holes.
But they could see it; they were watching the human traffickers.
The skinny man tried to shout, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.
His face was covered in tears, snot and tears mixed together, streaming down his chin.
His trousers were wet, and a fishy, pungent smell emanated from him.
What... what is this?! Aaaaaaah! There's a ghost!
Qiguan Yuan tilted his head. "Let's go get revenge."
The victims walked toward the human traffickers, their footsteps silent, making no sound as they walked.
The young woman was the first to walk up to the thin man, reach out, and grab his neck with her fingers.
Her hands were small, her fingers thin, but when she pinched him, the skinny man's face turned purple.
The middle-aged man walked up to the fat man and used his only remaining hand to press down on the fat man's shoulder.
The fat man's knee slammed into the ground with a heavy thud.
His face was covered in sweat, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and into his eyes, but he dared not blink.
He was looking at the middle-aged man's severed arm; blood was seeping from the gauze at the cut and dripping onto his face.
The woman's body began to convulse; her mouth was open, her chin was trembling, and her teeth were chattering.
She wanted to run, but her body wouldn't move; she wanted to scream, but no sound came out.
Tears washed away the makeup on my face, leaving two white streaks.
The child lifted up his T-shirt, revealing a small, round hole in his chest with neat edges, and his chest cavity felt empty.
The skinny guy threw up.
The vomit overflowed from the corners of his mouth and dripped down his chin, looking utterly disgusting.
Qiguan Yuan's gentle yet icy voice reached their ears. "How could I possibly let you have it so easy?"
"The best punishment would be to subject you to excruciating torture at the hands of those you once considered inhuman."
Qiguan Yuan looked at them gently. "God is merciful, therefore, I will grant you long enough lifespans to offset my punishment. What do you think?"
Amidst the horrified gazes of the three, Qiguan Yuan bestowed upon them longevity.
This is a gift from the gods.
It is also divine punishment.
Qiguan Yuan naturally sensed Pei Yubai guarding not far away. He casually raised his hand and threw several corpse-like people over.
Pei Yubai didn't even raise his eyes as he stepped over the woman's head.
Immediately afterwards, several people who looked like ordinary people took these people away.
Pei Yubai walked over to Qiguan Yuan, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the dried, slightly sticky ice cream off Qiguan Yuan's hands, which he hadn't noticed before.
Chenchen counted to ten.
He squeezed Qiguan Yuan's hand. "Brother, I've finished counting."
Qiguan Yuan's eyes have returned to their original color, and his tail has retracted.
He removed his fingers from Chenchen's eyes and patted his head. " Chenchen is such a good boy."
Chenchen blinked, looked around, but saw nothing.
There was only a silver-gray van, the door was open, and there was no one inside or on the ground.
Qiguan Yuan knew what he was looking for.
Turn Chenchen around so that he is facing the alley entrance.
Chenchen saw two people, a woman and a man, standing under the lamplight at the alley entrance. The light shone from behind them, making it impossible to see their faces clearly; only their outlines were visible.
The woman had long hair that draped over her shoulders and wore a white dress, the hem of which was slightly blown up by the wind.
The man was very tall and wore a dark blue coat.
Chenchen's eyes lit up instantly. He let go of Qiguan Yuan's sleeve, took two steps forward, and then ran even faster towards the two people.
His feet stomped on the road, making a pattering sound, "Dad! Mom!"
The man squatted down, opened his arms, and took Chenchen into his embrace.
His hands were large, with long fingers, and his palms were warm. They were pressed against Chenchen's back, as if to keep him warm.
The woman squatted down next to the man, reached out and touched Chenchen's head, her fingers sliding from his hair to his hat, straightening his drooping fox ears.
Her fingers paused on the hat, and her eyes reddened.
Chenchen cried for a while, then lifted his head from his father's arms. Tears still clung to his face, his lips were pursed, his nose was red, and teardrops still clung to his eyelashes.
The man wiped away his tears, sliding his thumb from the corner of his eye down to his chin.
The woman's eyes were red, but she smiled and said, " Chenchen, be good, don't cry."
Chenchen sniffed. "Mommy, where did you go? Why haven't you come back for so long?"
The woman glanced at the man, whose chin rested on the top of Chenchen's head. He didn't speak, but gently patted Chenchen's back.
The woman knelt down and took Chenchen's hand in hers. Chenchen's hand was small, with short fingers and round nails.
The fingernails are pink with crescent-shaped dots on them.
She gently rubbed her thumb against Chenchen's hand. "Mommy and Daddy are going on a long trip and won't be back for a very long time."
Chenchen tilted his head, causing the ears on his fox-fur hat to tilt as well. "How long are you going? Aren't you taking Chenchen with you?"
The woman thought for a moment, "It might be a long time. Chenchen needs to protect our home and prevent the monster from entering. Can our Chenchen do that?"
Chenchen asked again, "When are you coming back to see Chenchen?"
The man hugged him tighter and nuzzled the top of his head with his chin. "When you grow up."
Chenchen counted on his fingers: one, two, three, four, five. He didn't know how old he was, but he nodded nonetheless.
The woman stood up, and the man stood up too. Chenchen was held in the man's arms, her head resting on his shoulder.
The man was much taller than him. When he leaned on the man's shoulder, he could see the Ferris wheel in the distance, its lights on, turning round and round.
"Dad will take Chenchen to ride the big wheel when he comes back."
The man replied, "Okay."
Chenchen looked up at the Ferris wheel in the sky with anticipation in his eyes.
The man and woman, however, had red eyes as they looked at Qiguan Yuan in the distance.
Merciful God, may you protect our children and help them grow up safely and joyfully.