"Hey, He Xinyi, what are you doing? Why are you so rude?"
He Xinwu knocked on the door incessantly, "Open the door quickly. How dare you keep Master Chen waiting? What are you trying to do?"
Chen Xiao said calmly, "Don't rush me. I'll wait for her."
He Xinwu was stunned. His sister, who had been expelled from the family, was actually being waited for by Master Chen? How much face was that?
And what was Master Chen waiting for?
Just a few minutes later, He Xinwu understood.
Because when He Xinyi opened the door again, she had already put on a light makeup, making her look much more radiant and no longer as disheveled as before.
"Please come in, Mr. Chen."
He Xinyi gestured for him to enter and said respectfully.
Chen Xiao walked into He Xinyi's room. He Xinwu also wanted to follow, but He Xinyi blocked him at the door.
"It's a small place inside, there's no room for you, Young Master He."
After saying that, she slammed the door shut.
Chen Xiao looked around He Xinyi's living quarters. Even describing it as 'bare walls' felt inaccurate.
Because it wasn't just 'bare walls,' it was also pitifully small, like a rat's nest.
Seeing this, Chen Xiao couldn't help but sigh. The former He Xinyi was someone who wouldn't bat an eye even when spending thousands of dollars.
And in just a month or two, she had become so down and out, it was truly unpredictable.
However, Chen Xiao didn't feel much sympathy for He Xinyi. Thinking of how arrogant she used to be, perhaps letting her suffer a bit wasn't a bad thing.
"Tell me, what exactly is going on?"
Chen Xiao asked calmly.
He Xinyi shrugged and pretended to be indifferent, "What else could it be? I went to the mainland before, and not only did I spend all my own savings, but I also misused a large amount of family funds. In the end, I suffered a complete defeat and was expelled from the family by He Mingsen."
Although He Xinyi appeared indifferent, the fact that she directly addressed He Mingsen by name made her resentment and dissatisfaction clear.
After hearing her explanation, Chen Xiao frowned.
"You can't say it was a complete defeat. The Spirit Gathering Pill I gave you at the end could help Old Master He extend his life by five years. For that alone, he should be grateful to you."
He Xinyi gave a bitter smile, "I gave him the Spirit Gathering Pill, and he took it. His body visibly improved afterward, but he didn't appreciate it and turned against me, saying it was all thanks to others... To put it bluntly, he still resents me for misusing the He family's assets."
"Thanks to others?"
Chen Xiao was greatly displeased. "Who stole your credit?"
No matter who stole He Xinyi's credit, it was ultimately an offense to Chen Xiao.
After all, Chen Xiao had kindly given her the pill, and in the end, not only did the recipient not appreciate it, but they attributed it to others. Could this be tolerated?
"During my time in the mainland, He Mingsen suddenly had a medical shaman named Song Fangjin by his side. He performed rituals for He Mingsen almost every week, claiming it would extend He Mingsen's life, even grant him immortality. He Mingsen trusted him immensely, not only letting him live in the He family home daily but also treating him better than his own son!"
He Xinyi explained.
"Extending life through rituals?"
Chen Xiao was slightly taken aback, then said coldly, "He's probably borrowing life from someone else. It seems like another insidious scoundrel!"
Extending life through rituals was completely different from extending life through pills. When extending life through rituals, for every day He Mingsen lived longer, the person whose life was borrowed would live one day less.
This was a practice that went against the natural order and human ethics, a pure act of evil.
"By the way, Mr. Chen, why are you in Hong Kong, and how did you find me? Is there something you need?"
At this point, He Xinyi paused for a moment, then gave a self-deprecating smile, "Although, I'm afraid I can't help you much now."
"That's not necessarily true. I came to Hong Kong to find someone named Tu Junhou. He is known as the number one master of術法 (shùfǎ - sorcery/magic) in Hong Kong. Do you know him?"
Chen Xiao spoke the truth.
Upon hearing this, He Xinyi immediately laughed, "I know him. It's quite a coincidence, the medical shaman Song Fangjin I mentioned earlier is a disciple of Tu Junhou! He must know where Tu Junhou is!"
"Such a coincidence?"
Chen Xiao couldn't help but sneer, "It seems like enemies are destined to meet. Then I'll go meet this Song Fangjin now and settle accounts with He Mingsen. My Spirit Gathering Pill wasn't taken for free! Are you interested in coming along?"
He Xinyi's eyes lit up, and she gritted her teeth, "Of course I'm going. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have ended up like this!"
...
The He family's hillside villa.
At this time every day, the He family's villa should have been brightly lit, but at this moment, the villa was completely dark.
In a grand hall, Old Master He Mingsen, dressed in a black burial suit, sat in a grand armchair.
In front of him was a copper basin, in which paper money was burning fiercely.
Opposite him, a young man knelt on the ground, his face ashen and trembling, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.
Around them, a circle of white candles was burning.
A short, stout middle-aged man dressed in colorful clothes with long hair paced back and forth outside the circle of candles.
He beat a shamanic drum, and strings of obscure incantations flowed from his mouth.
This long-haired, stout man was Song Fangjin, and at this moment, he was performing a life-borrowing ritual for He Mingsen.
The young man kneeling on the ground was the object of the life-borrowing.
As the last syllable of the incantation fell, Song Fangjin struck the shamanic drum sharply, and the circle of candles was simultaneously extinguished.
At the same time, the man kneeling on the ground instantly lost all consciousness and fell to the ground.
Song Fangjin shouted, "The ritual is over, turn on the lights!"
The He family's servants immediately turned on the lights, and the hall became brightly lit.
The servants, accustomed to the routine, came forward to clear away the items, and the unconscious young man was also carried out.
Several young and beautiful girls then helped He Mingsen remove his burial suit and change into a bright red sleeping robe, which was very festive.
He Mingsen's complexion was ruddy. No one would have guessed that just a month and a half ago, he was emaciated, lying in bed on the verge of death, only able to maintain his life through injections.
"Old Master He, how are you feeling now?"
Song Fangjin asked with a fawning expression.
"Good, better than good. Fangjin, every time you finish a ritual for me, I feel ten years younger! You are truly a fortunate general sent by heaven, and heaven has not treated me unfairly!"
He Mingsen was radiant and full of spirit!
He had no idea that a dangerous individual was getting closer and closer to the He family...