Chapter 58.

Chapter 58.

Shen Wang, with his old-fashioned rigidity, kept a stern face, continuing to threaten, "There are plenty of ways to make you suffer unbearably without any medical detection, just like you tried on your brother, right?"

Gu Dongting, with his striking looks and icy demeanor, was very convincing when intimidating others.

It was hard to believe that privately, he was a benevolent soul, always ready to help and even shared posts about pet adoption.

Having witnessed metaphysical harm before, Uncle Song was genuinely frightened by Gu Dongting, "No, please, I don't really know that person, he approached me first!"

"I had no idea things would get this serious. He talked about cursing my brother, and I thought it was a joke, so I agreed."

Shen Wang raised an eyebrow, interrupting his self-defense, "You didn't know if he could truly curse, so you gave him your brother's birth details and even stole his hair and blood."

Mr. Song closed his eyes in disappointment.

His brother had always been sneaky and thought himself clever.

In reality, having not worked for years and living luxuriously off Mr. Song's connections, he had lost even the cunning he used to charm their parents, leaving only selfishness and willfulness.

At his age, Mr. Song treated him as a brother and overlooked his faults, but he actually thought others couldn’t see through his scheming.

Song Wanqing, feeling no affection for this uncle, scoffed, "Actions and words reflect one's true thoughts. You just wanted something to happen to my dad, thinking I, a girl, would be easy to take advantage of for our family's assets."

Uncle Song's true intentions exposed, his face turned ugly, still trying to justify, "No, that's not true, I never thought like that, I..."

"Enough," Mr. Song said wearily, waving his hand towards Gu Dongting, "Handle this situation as you see fit."

He was truly tired and didn't want to see this brother again.

Uncle Song tried to speak, but Shen Wang stepped forward, resting a hand on his shoulder, smiling, "Why don't you start by telling us where exactly you placed that curse figurine?"

Saying this, Shen Wang forcefully escorted Uncle Song out, his grip strong and unyielding.

Gu Dongting followed behind, politely closing the ward door.

In the ward, Mr. Song held tightly to the small triangular talisman in his hand, sighing deeply, "I'm getting old, Wanqing. The company, in the future, will need to be handed over to you..."

Song Wanqing held Mr. Song's hand, her eyes resolute, "Dad, I will learn from you how to manage the company. You need to get better soon; there's still so much I don't know."

Mr. Song looked up, both surprised and delighted, "You... you agree to take over the company?"

Previously, no matter how Mr. Song tried, his daughter wouldn't budge from her dream of being a comic artist. But now, Song Wanqing had finally relented!

Compared to his daughter, his brother meant little.

The frustrations in Mr. Song's heart dissipated greatly. If this ordeal made his daughter see some things more clearly, then his suffering wasn't in vain.

Shen Wang and Gu Dongting took Uncle Song outside the hospital.

Uncle Song did try to struggle, but years of luxury had left him weaker than the young men. He felt Shen Wang's grip like an iron clamp, securely restraining him.

Shen Wang's face was smiling, but his eyes held no mirth, "Your choice: speak willingly, or should I find a way to make you talk? Just a friendly warning, my methods may not be very civil. Prepare yourself mentally."

Uncle Song's face turned pale, "You're threatening and intimidating! Misusing private punishment! I'll... I'll report you!"

Report? Shen Wang laughed, "And where will you go to report?"

Gu Dongting's expression was cold as he made a move on Uncle Song.

It was a small action, but Uncle Song doubled over in pain, screaming out loud.

Shen Wang: "..."

This 'little saint', to everyone's surprise, actually resorted to harsh interrogation!

Shen Wang's previous stereotypes were overturned, but far from disliking it, he found himself admiring Gu Dongting even more.

Uncle Song didn't know where Gu Dongting had pressed, but he felt an excruciating pain in his abdomen, as if a meat grinder was churning inside.

His screams drew the attention of passersby, "Is he alright?"

Shen Wang stood by leisurely, "He's fine, just a kidney stone. The doctor advised him to walk more."

The passersby showed an understanding look, "That can be really painful."

Uncle Song was sweating profusely, struggling to breathe, nearly fainting.

It took a while before the intense pain inside Uncle Song subsided. He looked at Gu Dongting with fear, not daring to meet his eyes again.

Gu Dongting looked down at him from above, "Where did you hide the medium for the curse?"

This time, Uncle Song dared not hide anything, his voice trembling as he confessed, "I... I hid it in my house..."

Without hesitation, Shen Wang and Gu Dongting headed straight to Uncle Song's house, finding the cursed figurine hidden in his safe.

Holding a palm-sized paper effigy, with birth details and name written on it, bloodstained on the outside and containing several strands of hair inside.

Shen Wang commented, "You really harbor deep hatred towards your brother."

Everything was prepared thoroughly, as if eagerly wishing for his brother's demise.

Uncle Song didn't dare to speak, cowering in a corner.

Gu Dongting, with a hint of disgust in his eyes, asked Shen Wang, "Can you handle this?"

Gu Dongting was more combat-skilled, but not very knowledgeable about these unorthodox practices. In such situations, he usually let others more adept at this handle it.

Shen Wang tossed the paper effigy, "Coincidentally, I happen to know a bit about curse techniques."

He was most skilled in these unconventional methods.

He had Uncle Song fetch a basin of water, into which Shen Wang submerged the paper figure, placing several talismans around it in a pentagonal formation, trapping the effigy within.

Bringing his fingers together, Shen Wang channeled a stream of spiritual energy directly into the effigy.

The previously motionless paper figure suddenly seemed to come to life, struggling violently.

Uncle Song, unable to leave, watched as the white paper figure thrashed in the water like a drowning person, its bloodstains diffusing, sending chills down his spine.

He grew even more fearful of Shen Wang and Gu Dongting, cautiously stepping back, one step after another.

Shivering uncontrollably.

After a few minutes, the movements of the paper figure gradually subsided, its blood color completely washed away.

The black inked name and birth details of Mr. Song on it also dissolved, not staining the water but rather blending into it, vanishing without a trace.

In the air, there seemed to be a sharp, mournful scream.

Once all marks on the white paper figure disappeared, it turned back into an ordinary paper cutout, lightly sinking to the bottom of the basin.

The five triangular talismans floating around also lost buoyancy and followed suit, sinking to the bottom.

Gu Dongting, observing Shen Wang's actions, asked after he finished, "Is it resolved?"

"Resolved," Shen Wang replied, lifting the damp paper from the water, shaking off the droplets, "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. This backlash will be enough for him."

There were ordinary methods of dealing with it, but Shen Wang preferred not to use them, instead putting effort into creating a backlash for the one who cast the curse.

Gu Dongting showed no reaction to this, simply turning his gaze to Uncle Song.

Feeling scrutinized, Uncle Song tensed up, swallowing nervously before hurriedly speaking, "I really don't know anything else. It was that man who approached me, I had never seen him before, I don’t know him at all."

Shen Wang pondered for a moment, then asked, "You mentioned there were other cursed individuals. Did he reveal any information about them?"

Uncle Song initially wanted to feign ignorance, but under Gu Dongting's icy stare, he wracked his brains and finally managed to say, "I remember, he seemed to have mentioned…"

The man was an average-looking middle-aged person, nondescript in both attire and appearance, except for his sinister eyes and a strangely confident demeanor.

The first thing he said to Uncle Song was, "Do you want to inherit your brother's fortune?"

At first, Uncle Song thought it was a joke and almost threw him out, but the man stuck a yellow talisman on his face, and Uncle Song became immobile.

That was when he realized the man was no ordinary person.

Subsequently, Uncle Song followed the man’s instructions, providing Mr. Song's birth details and stealing his hair and blood...

They didn’t meet many times, and there was little communication during those encounters.

It was always the man issuing unilateral commands.

To gain Uncle Song's trust during their first meeting, the man mentioned he had used this method to deal with some people before.

Recalling the conversation, Uncle Song repeated the man’s words, "Recently, there’s been a troublemaker with the surname Yu..."

Hearing this, Shen Wang's expression shifted, "Someone surnamed Yu?"

Uncle Song nodded timidly.

Gu Dongting turned to Shen Wang, "Do you know them?"

"Not exactly," Shen Wang replied, "I've met a foolish... person with the surname Yu a few times."

The only person Shen Wang knew with the surname Yu was Yu Cailiang.

In the original story, Yu Cailiang was Tang Jiu's loyal follower who bankrupted himself and gave everything for Tang Jiu.

In reality, he also caused a lot of trouble for Shen Wang because of Tang Jiu.

Although Shen Wang easily brushed off these troubles, he still found Yu Cailiang annoying and considered him a fool.

However, Shen Wang slightly tilted his head, pondering if this matter indeed involved Tang Jiu... What did Yu Cailiang, his subordinate, do to provoke Tang Jiu's action?

Shen Wang: Foolish... person (can't swear in front of the wife)

Gu Dongting: (confused tilt of the head.jpg) What kind of adjective is 'foolish person'?

There's a second update, but no need to wait; it will be published tomorrow morning.