Chapter 12: Removing the Mask, Are You Human or Ghost?
Su Qingge sniffled and continued to act according to Zhang Xuanyao's script: "I... I don't know... The car hit the guardrail, and there's a cliff below... I don't dare to move... The car is swaying... Second Young Master, I'm so scared..."
"Don't be afraid! Do not move at all!"
Second Young Master's voice beca urgent. "Where are you? What is your specific location? I'm coming over right now! You must hold on!"
"I'm at... I'm at the big curve leading up to Mount Longhu... Please co save ..."
"Mount Longhu..."
Second Young Master repeated the na of the place.
A rustling sound ca from the other end of the line, as if soone were putting on clothes or picking up car keys.
"I know that place! It's very close to !"
In Second Young Master's voice, the repressed excitent finally leaked out a little. "Qingge, listen to , take a deep breath, don't move around. I'll be there soon, in five minutes... No, three minutes!"
"You must wait for !"
He said the last five words with extra force.
It even carried a hint of gritted-teeth viciousness.
Beep, beep, beep.
The call hung up.
Su Qingge held her phone, her whole person seeming as if her Soul had been extracted, and she slumped against the guardrail.
She was not a fool.
Having struggled and climbed in the business world for so many years, she was extrely sensitive to controlling human hearts.
Just now, when Second Young Master heard her say "the car is swaying" and "there's a cliff below," the lightness and anticipation in his tone were impossible to hide.
He wasn't coming to save anyone.
He was coming to finish her off.
"Did you hear it?"
Zhang Xuanyao had lit a cigarette at so point; although he wasn't smoking it, he was just playing with it in his hand.
"He is very happy."
Zhang Xuanyao spat out a sentence, every word piercing the heart: "He is happy that you are finally going to die."
Su Qingge didn't speak, only her tears flowed more fiercely.
"Stop crying, if your makeup is ruined, you won't look like a strong woman anymore."
Zhang Xuanyao turned the cara, aiming it at his own handso face. "Fellow practitioners, the following scene might be inappropriate for children; it is recomnded that those under eighteen watch with their parents."
【Inappropriate for children? Great Master, what are you going to do?】
【I have a premonition that Second Young Master is about to have terrible luck!】
【Is Great Master going to enforce justice on the spot?】
【Hurry, hurry! I can't wait to see the scumbag's expression when he sees Su Qingge is still alive!】
Zhang Xuanyao ignored the barrage.
He walked to the side of the ferrari and reached out to wipe the severed brake line.
His fingertips were stained with a little black oil.
Then, he drew an extrely complex Talismanic Incantation on the car body.
No one understood what he was drawing.
They only felt that as his fingers swept across, the originally bright and beautiful red sports car actually beca sowhat gray, as if it had lost its luster.
"What is this?" Su Qingge wiped her tears and asked suspiciously.
"An illusion."
Zhang Xuanyao patted the dust off his hands. "In a mont, in his eyes, this car will have already fallen down."
"And you..."
Zhang Xuanyao looked Su Qingge up and down. "You need to cooperate."
"How do I cooperate?"
"Lie down."
Zhang Xuanyao pointed to the bushes by the side of the road. "Play dead."
Su Qingge: "..."
Before she could protest, a violent engine roar tore through the air from the foot of the mountain in the distance.
That was the unique sound of a high-displacent sports car.
That was Second Young Master's McLaren.
It ca really fast.
Faster than Su Qingge had anticipated.
"He's here."
Zhang Xuanyao set up the phone on a nearby tree branch, adjusted the angle, and ensured it could capture the full view.
"President Su, it is ti to test your acting skills."
Zhang Xuanyao pushed Su Qingge into the bushes and grabbed a handful of dirt to sar on her expensive white shirt.
"Don't move, don't make a sound."
Su Qingge lay in the bushes, her heart beating violently.
Rumble—
The sound approached.
A black McLaren drifted around the corner like a black bolt of lightning and finally, accompanied by the screech of brakes, stopped at the spot where the ferrari had just been parked.
The car door opened.
A man wearing a white suit with his hair slicked back rushed down.
It was exactly Second Young Master.
With an "anxious" face, he rushed to the guardrail and shouted at the bottomless canyon below: "Qingge! Qingge!"
He shouted twice.
No one responded.
Second Young Master stopped.
He leaned out and looked down into the valley.
Under Zhang Xuanyao's illusion, what Second Young Master saw was not the ferrari parked on the side of the road, but the guardrail having been smashed open with a large gap, and below, there was a vague red wreck burning.
"Dead?"
Second Young Master muttered to himself.
The anxiety on his face disappeared instantly.
Replacing it was a kind of ecstatic relief.
He turned around, leaned against the guardrail, took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit one with trembling hands.
He took a deep breath.
"Hoo—"
Second Young Master exhaled a smoke ring, the expression on his face gradually distorting, finally turning into a burst of crazed laughter.
"Hahahaha!"
"Finally... finally dead!"
"Su Qingge, oh Su Qingge, you have this day too!"
He laughed loudly on the empty mountain road, laughing until tears ca out.
"I've played the grandson for you for three whole years! Drinking your foot-washing water every day! I've had enough!"
"Do you know how hard I've endured?"
"Now it's good, you're dead, the Su Group is mine! Your money is also mine!"
Second Young Master vented at the air while smoking, "I cut that brake line so deep that even if a god ca, they couldn't save you!"
"Rember to open your eyes wide when you reincarnate in your next life... Oh no, that's not right, it's that you were too strong in this life, you deserved to die young!"
In the bushes.
Su Qingge listened to these words, and every word was like a knife, stabbing her heart full of holes.
So this was the truth.
So this was so-called true love.
Anger to the extre, instead, made her calm down.
She slowly crawled up from the bushes.
She did not make a sound.
Zhang Xuanyao stood aside, arms crossed, not stopping her.
Second Young Master was still talking to himself there, imrsed in the dream of inheriting billions in family assets.
"After I deal with those few old immortals of your uncles, I will take your money and go abroad..."
"What are you going to do abroad?"
A cold voice sounded abruptly behind him.
Like a Soul-reaping chant from Hell.
The smile on Second Young Master's face instantly froze.
The cigarette in his hand fell to the ground.
He turned his head in jerks, like a rusted machine.
In his line of sight.
Su Qingge was covered in mud, her hair ssy, but those eyes were frighteningly bright, staring fixedly at him.
And behind Su Qingge stood a young man in a Daoist robe, holding a mobile phone, crazily filming his face in close-up.
"Ghost... Ghost!!!"
Second Young Master let out a scream that didn't sound human, his legs went soft, and he slumped directly to the ground.
Even in broad daylight, he felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to his crown.
"Are... are you human or a ghost?!"
Second Young Master crawled backward using his hands and feet until his back hit the ferrari, which was actually still intact.
"Touched it?"
Zhang Xuanyao's lazy voice rang out. "You touched a physical object; do you say it's human or a ghost?"
The illusion dissipated.
The red ferrari revealed its original outline in the sunlight.
Second Young Master's pupils contracted violently.
It didn't fall down?
The car is still here?
Then what did he just see...
"Second Young Master."
Su Qingge approached step by step, her high heels stepping on the asphalt road, making the sound of the Grim Reaper knocking at the door.
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