Chapter 116 - 116 116 When Things Go Wrong Remember to Turn

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Chapter 116: Chapter 116: When Things Go Wrong, Remember to Turn Right Chapter 116: Chapter 116: When Things Go Wrong, Remember to Turn Right Until the elderly lady broke down in tears, mentioning the sinister Wealth Pillar, everyone finally understood the tragic secret behind this house. What meaning is there in guarding immense wealth alone if one’s descendants are wiped out? Daniel Wright at some point also began to believe in the influence of the so-called “Wealth Pillar;” he silently lamented for a while. Once he realized he had fallen into the trap of superstitious beliefs, he hurriedly cleared his thoughts, pulling himself out from the atmosphere of feudal superstition. “So, the child in this coffin was killed by his biological father.” Regardless of the murderer’s motives, the primary responsibility of the police was to bring the killer to justice. Superstition can kill; surely, Mr. Silva could reflect on himself thoroughly in prison. Scarlett Jennings wasn’t concerned about how the police caught people. She looked at the elderly lady, who sat on the ground crying her eyes out, and said, “The Wealth Pillar is named for wealth, but its essence is an evil technique meant to destroy descendants. In the Mystical Sect, even those who have heard of it really know how to perform it are few and far between. The Feng Shui Master who helped the Silva Family establish the Wealth Pillar probably intended to cut off the Silva Family’s lineage.” Upon hearing Scarlett Jennings’ words, the elderly lady almost burst with rage. She stared at Scarlett, and suddenly stretched out her withered, wrinkled hand, grabbing Scarlett’s skirt. Though trembling, she wouldn’t let go, “Miss, you can find that person... help me find that wretched person. My grandson! My son! They’ve all been harmed! I don’t want money, I just want my child...” Saying this, the elderly lady broke into tears again, as if aging another ten years instantaneously. Scarlett didn’t promise to find anyone for the elderly lady. To be able to harm the Silva Family with such lineage-ending evil techniques must come from deep hatred against the Silva Family or Mr. Silva. She wouldn’t interfere in matters of cause and effect. Nor was it necessary. Today, she had the child’s remains exhumed, which broke the opponent’s magic directly, meaning the person behind it would soon face backlash. Even if Scarlett didn’t seek them out, that person would pay for their actions. And, just as Scarlett Jennings had speculated. Far across Cathay, in a small rented room, a middle-aged man sat alone in front of his computer, the screen displaying a message about being kicked out of a live streaming room. The man never left the page; his gaze remained fixed on the computer screen, eyes heavy with concentration. After a long while, he rose and was about to head towards a small shrine inside the room, but before he got close, his entire body suddenly convulsed, then a mouthful of blood spurted out. With a thud, he fell to the ground. Before his eyes closed completely, his gaze was fixed on the small shrine in front, where the ashes of two urns, large and small, were enshrined. His eyes swept over the urns, filled with a mixture of reluctance and relief. After a long moment, more blood seeped from his mouth. All he saw ahead was a sea of bloodred, just like the day his wife and child were killed. The man seemed pained by the red burning his eyes, and finally, he slowly closed them. ... Scarlett Jennings seemed to sense something and glanced at the carefully wrapped remains by the officers. After thinking for a moment, she stepped forward and tucked a yellow talisman folded into a triangle into the bag containing the remains. Daniel Wright noticed her action and rushed forward a few steps, grabbing her wrist, “What did you just put in there?” Before Scarlett could react, Quincy Zimmerman had already rushed over, “Hey, hey, Captain, don’t lay hands on her! Master Jennings is still a child...” As he said this, he pried Daniel Wright’s hand away. Daniel Wright: ... Do you even hear what you’re saying? Although he felt speechless, Daniel Wright had impulsively grabbed her just a moment ago. Now seeing someone intervene, he naturally let go and even lowered his voice to apologize to Scarlett. Scarlett wasn’t angry, only slightly raising her eyes to glance at the hint of golden light seeping from his palm. Though very faint, it was indeed there, but compared to the golden light on Samuel Chalmers, this small amount was negligible. If not for looking closely just now, Scarlett might not have noticed. But it indirectly proved that the officer in front of her had likely saved quite a few lives with those hands. Scarlett had always been lenient with such people. Instead of minding that he grabbed her wrist, she even offered him a tip. “Officer Wright, your brow is square, your nose straight, and you have a righteous aura about you; you’re a person of great fortune. If you feel any disquiet lately, remember to turn right.” Daniel Wright: ... I wasn’t schooling you on superstition, but now you’ve started reading my fortune? He really couldn’t quite understand the interests and hobbies of kids today. “Thanks, but even with what you said, you still need to come down to the station to record a statement.” The Wealth Pillar case needed further investigation, and it was convenient to go back with Dashiell Xalvadora’s case to give a statement as well. Scarlett Jennings pressed her lips together. Though she didn’t mind visiting the station, giving a statement was indeed a bit of a time waste. But as a citizen, such duties couldn’t be avoided. Just as she was about to nod in agreement, Daniel Wright’s pocket phone rang. He gestured for her to wait, then stepped aside to answer the call. “This is Daniel Wright.” The voice on the other end seemed to be a superior from the police station; Daniel’s expression turned a bit grave, straightening his spine slightly. Whoever it was on the line said something that made Daniel’s brow furrow, with a hint of confused bewilderment, as his gaze instinctively drifted toward Scarlett Jennings. Not long after, he hung up and walked back over. As he looked at Scarlett Jennings, there was a peculiar look in his eyes. “Someone up top gave directives; you don’t have to come with me to give a statement for now.” Moreover, the Wealth Pillar case was getting taken over by specialized personnel. While Daniel Wright was unclear, it seemed someone from the Security Bureau was involved. The person even implied in their words for him to be courteous towards Scarlett Jennings... Scarlett seemed somewhat surprised, but she didn’t ask further and simply nodded. Soon, Daniel Wright and the police personnel left with Dashiell Xalvadora; before leaving, they checked the bag containing the remains, reassuring themselves that besides some black ash, there was nothing extra inside before departing. The house was once again left with the program crew and some spectators still surrounding the area outside. Director Clark sat on the floor, overwhelmed and somewhat dispirited, wore a hopeless expression. Quincy Zimmerman went over to pull him up, “Clark, what are you doing? Pack up and leave. Do you really plan on staying overnight in this house?” Upon hearing this, Director Clark immediately scrambled up from the floor. Knowing the history of this house, along with the remains unearthed, even if Director Clark were fearless, his heart inevitably held reservations. But soon, the impending threat of the show’s cancellation quickly consumed his mind once more. “Ah... you really shouldn’t mess with the occult.” Hearing this, Quincy Zimmerman also sighed, wanting to offer a few words of comfort but momentarily lost for the right words, just as his phone rang. Quincy answered the call unaware of what the person on the other end said, but his expression gradually brightened from initial dejection to excitement by the time he hung up. He grasped Director Clark’s shoulders, shaking them back and forth filled with uncontainable excitement, “Clark! The show’s not dead! Someone from above has spoken; we’re back in business!”

Chapter 116 - 116 116 When Things Go Wrong Remember to Turn

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