Cultivation by Trial and Error
Chapter 93 - 93 93 Cutting Off Future Generations

93: Chapter 93: Cutting Off Future Generations 93: Chapter 93: Cutting Off Future Generations “It’s impossible, absolutely impossible!”

“In Wuyang Town, if the eldest and the third brothers were in trouble, there’s no way I wouldn’t have caught wind of it!”

Liu Dagui’s head shook like a bobblehead.

It was unclear whether he truly disbelieved Chen Hai’s words, or if it was an inner resistance, an outright refusal to believe.

To Chen Hai, it seemed more of the latter.

After all, there was a storm on the horizon.

If Liu Dagui hadn’t vaguely sensed something amiss, he wouldn’t be sitting here in such a state of anxiety.

“You know exactly what kind of atrocities your Liu Family has committed.”

“Can you still catch wind of what a specialized task force from the provincial level does?”

Chen Hai chuckled softly, pausing briefly before continuing, “Instead of worrying about your two brothers, I think you should be more concerned about yourself!”

“The reason you can still sit here safely has nothing to do with the deeds of your brothers.

It’s just that with your official position protecting you, the task force will have to go through a slightly more troublesome process to arrest you.”

“It’s currently 1:28 in the afternoon.

In my divinations, give it another thirty to forty minutes, around 2:10, and the people coming to arrest you will be at your door.”

“Of course, given your status, even if you get arrested, you’ll likely only get sentenced to around ten years.”

“This time, the arrest order comes from the higher-ups.”

“The people backing you won’t be able to protect you, and you know too much.”

“To avoid implicating them, you will mysteriously hang yourself in your jail cell on the third night after your incarceration.”

…

With an unfathomable brilliance in his eyes and a confident smile on his face, Chen Hai sat down gracefully on the sofa beside Liu Dagui.

He took out a cigarette, lit it for himself, and looked at Liu Dagui, who was panic-stricken and clearly out of his wits, feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction welling up in his heart.

Suddenly feeling charitable, he pulled out a cigarette from his Big Red Flower pack and handed it to Liu Dagui.

After a moment’s hesitation, Liu Dagui finally reached out and took the cigarette in his hand.

However, his hand, holding the lighter was visibly shaking, and it took him several tries to manage to light the cigarette successfully.

“Who exactly are you?

Where did you hear all of this?”

Through the swirling smoke, Liu Dagui stared intently at Chen Hai and blurted out his question.

Chen Hai’s background was naturally something Liu Dagui had long been aware of.

Such a young man, logically, should not have known so much.

Yet now, the things he was saying in front of Liu Dagui conveyed an inexplicably convincing sensation.

Judging by Liu Dagui’s current attitude towards him, even if he did not fully believe what Chen Hai was saying, he must, at least, believe most of it.

“Me?

Aren’t I just a peasant who could easily be crushed by the likes of you?”

Instead of directly answering Liu Dagui’s question, Chen Hai merely smiled faintly and continued, “As man sows, so shall he reap.

He who commits a sin does it to his own peril!”

“Your Liu Family was destined for a decade of prosperity.”

“Only, I, the peasant you look down upon, merely gave a push, and some matters were triggered prematurely.”

“By the way, I’ll share a secret with you.

When you drove me to a dead end, I made a vow to ensure your lineage would end.”

“Your third brother, Liu Dafa, is single, without an heir.”

“Your elder brother, Liu Dafu, has only one daughter who managed to go to college by whatever means; didn’t she get a black boyfriend?

Just the afternoon before last, she was diagnosed with AIDS, and without a doubt, she will soon slit her wrists and commit suicide.”

“Furthermore,” I have some good news for you, “your son Liu Jian managed to dodge this disaster and was lucky enough to survive.”

“When I divined this result, I was surprised for a while, and then I did a separate reading just for him.”

“I just realized that your son Liu Jian shouldn’t even have the surname Liu; whether his real surname is Wang or Li, that remains unknown!”

…

Coming to this point, Chen Hai had a strange look on his face and glanced at Liu Dagui a few more times.

No wonder he lived alone in town, while his wife and son mostly stayed in the county.

It turned out that Liu Dagui had long been covered in ‘green grass,’ though it was unclear whether he knew it himself.

“You…

are a Magician…”

Looking like he was about to devour him, Liu Dagui stared fixedly at Chen Hai.

If it had been Liu Dafa, he would undoubtedly have lashed out violently in this situation; that kind of man, even if he were to die, would want to take someone down with him.

Liu Dagui was different; accustomed to living in luxury, even if he really struck, he might not be able to beat Chen Hai.

Two days before, Chen Hai had divined specifically for this matter.

Only after confirming that he was in no danger did he decide to show up here and meet with Liu Dagui at this moment.

Magician or Taoist, they’re simply titles.

One who has succeeded in Tao Cultivation is briefly known as a Taoist, and that’s how Chen Hai sees himself.

If Liu Dagui thought of him as a Magician, it wasn’t improper; after all, Chen Hai wouldn’t give a direct response anyway.

He’d said nearly all that needed to be said.

Checking the time, it was now 1:50.

Straightening his clothes, Chen Hai stood up and strode towards the exit of the bungalow.

On the sofa, Liu Dagui wore a look of despair, slumping over it.

But his ‘lying dead’ lasted only two or three minutes before he sprang up with a fierce look on his face.

“Eating my food, wearing my clothes, asking for anything, I gave it to her, and that woman, she still cuckolded me?”

“And Liu Jian, that little bastard, the ordeal our Liu family is facing started because of him, and in the end, he turns out to be someone else’s seed?”

“I, Liu Dagui, have enjoyed all the blessings I could in this lifetime.

Even if I’m certain to die this time, I accept my fate.”

“But if I die, how could that woman and brat continue to enjoy my fortune…”

A Magician has an air of mystery about them, which naturally commands respect and awe.

Although Chen Hai did not admit it, Liu Dagui was already convinced of this fact in his heart.

In front of Chen Hai, no matter how furious he felt, he held back for the moment.

After all, he didn’t know whether Chen Hai had the means to capture his soul after his death, to torment him by sending him up a mountain of knives or down into a pot of oil.

Leaping up from the sofa, all the hatred in his heart suddenly turned towards his wife and son.

Checking the time, there were five minutes left until 2:00.

Fetching a fruit knife from the kitchen and tucking it into his chest, Liu Dagui charged out the door and ran madly into a nearby alley.

“A family should stick together!”

“This time, it’s really going to be the end of the line with no progeny left!”

From under the eaves of a nearby house, Chen Hai’s figure emerged.

Watching the rapidly retreating form of Liu Dagui disappearing into the distance, he gave a cold snort and turned to walk away slowly.