bestfiction Chapter 90: Debts of Karma Must Be Repaid
Chapter 90: Debts of Karma Must Be Repaid
Wu Zhao paused for a moment after sensing Tao Xian's presence.
Lan Yao, who was following behind her, asked with some confusion, "What's wrong, Miss Wu?"
Shen Jiaojiao and Luo Jing had already left hand in hand, heading towards the building.
"Do you know what this building is for?" Wu Zhao asked, pointing to the building surrounded by a crowd.
Lan Yao replied, "This is the Starlight TV station building; the entire building belongs to the TV station. However, there are conference rooms on the first to third floors, which are often used by companies for fan meetings."
"The survival show you participated in before is affiliated with this TV station."
Star TV station...
Wu Zhao raised his head. The towering building was constantly emanating a dark, gloomy aura and a crimson, resentful energy.
"Looks like there's going to be a good show today," Wu Zhao chuckled.
Shen Jiaojiao's yin energy and luck have become even stronger, and it's unclear from whom she absorbed them.
Her original destiny has been almost completely obscured, and even with the protection of good fortune, Heaven cannot detect that she has stolen other people's destinies.
This building is filled with both yin energy and resentment, but the two are currently in a perfect balance.
When encountering Shen Jiaojiao, a being that absorbs yin energy, the entire building will become a paradise for vengeful spirits when resentment is overwhelming.
"Are there many people working in this building?" Wu Zhao stopped outside the crowd. "It looks like there are quite a few people outside..."
Lan Yao nodded: "Yes, there are still many people inside the TV station. There are also floors rented by talent agencies in this building, so there are usually quite a few people here."
"Let's go in." Wu Zhao looked calmly at the still excited fans.
“Okay, let’s go in this way.” Lan Yao took out two masks and handed one to Wu Zhao, then led her through the side door.
Before even entering the room, Wu Zhao stuffed a talisman into Lan Yao's pocket.
He added, "Keep it safe and don't take it out."
Two security guards walked in through the door, shouting, "Fans aren't allowed in! How did you get in?!"
"Get out of here right now, don't you have any manners?"
Lan Yao took out a pass and said, "We're from the seventeenth floor."
The security guard checked the pass, then frowned and said, "I've never seen you before. Alright, hurry up and go up!"
After swiping his pass to open the elevator and going up, Lan Yao explained, "The seventeenth floor is a music studio. The owner is a producer who was previously sponsored by the family head. He is currently on his honeymoon, and there is no one in the studio right now."
Wu Zhao felt a little uncomfortable wearing a mask. After tugging at it, he said, "It's so good that he's not here. I'll go back and tell Gu Chen to move out as soon as possible."
"Huh?" Lan Yao was taken aback. "Are we going to the seventeenth floor now?"
Wu Zhao shook his head: "Which floor are Shen Jiaojiao and the others on?"
"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be on the third floor. That hall is the largest and has the best facilities."
Turning the ring on his finger, Wu Zhao said, "Let's go to the top floor."
Lan Yao paused, his hand hovering over the elevator button. He was puzzled. "...Go to the top floor? But I remember the top floor is empty."
“Let’s go to the top floor,” Wu Zhao emphasized.
Lan Yao didn't ask any more questions, and the two went up to the top floor together.
The building has 58 floors. When the elevator doors opened, Wu Zhao clearly felt a cold wind blowing in.
The empty, single-level apartment has a clear view of the altar in the center and the shrine on it.
An exquisite yet somewhat eerie Buddha statue was placed on it.
The evil statue was exactly the same as the one in Shen Jiaojiao's hand, and even more exquisite.
"What is that?" Lan Yao looked at the evil statue with some confusion. "Why would someone be worshipping it here...?"
She took a few steps forward to take a closer look, but everything went black when she came into contact with the slightly drooping eyes of the evil statue.
The burning sensation in her chest brought Lan Yao back to her senses. She touched it and took out a slightly blackened talisman from her pocket.
"Don't get too close," Wu Zhao reminded her from behind.
She was walking slowly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, as if she were measuring the size of this large apartment.
Lan Yao sensed that the statue in front of him was somewhat sinister and frightening, so he silently took several steps back.
“…Eighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nine.” Wu Zhao stood in front of the evil statue. “Hmm, the size is a bit off. But, it’s interesting.”
Looking at the lifelike evil statue in front of her, she suddenly felt that the statue looked somewhat familiar.
Before Wu Zhao could examine it closely, the wisps of sandalwood incense gathered and solidified into a face the size of a palm.
"Who dares to look directly at God!" A somewhat authoritative voice suddenly rang out.
Wu Zhao looked at this so-called god who seemed about to vanish with a single blow and asked with amusement, "And what kind of wild god are you? Aren't you afraid the wind will blow you away?"
"How dare you!" the face growled, as if provoked.
The entire room began to shake violently. Lan Yao rushed over anxiously and grabbed Wu Zhao's arm: "Miss Wu, be careful. We need to get out of here quickly!"
"It's just a trick, don't worry about it." Wu Zhao raised his hand and tossed out a talisman. "You dare to use such a trick openly? And you still dare to call yourself a god?"
The talisman made a loud noise as soon as it touched the shrine, and the shaking room stopped the next second.
A scar appeared on the exquisitely crafted evil statue's face, stretching from its forehead down to the lower left side of its cheek.
It even shows a tendency to continue to break apart.
The face seemed somewhat enraged: "How dare you, you mortal, offend the great sorcerer!"
What? Wu Zhao, who was about to throw out more talismans, froze on the spot.
……
The third floor of the building.
As soon as Shen Jiaojiao entered the lounge, she immediately let go of Luo Jing's arm. She glanced impatiently at the crowd of fans still gathered downstairs.
"Why aren't those people leaving yet? They're such a nuisance," she said, unable to contain her frustration.
Luo Jing patted the wrinkled collar of his shirt and said sarcastically, "Isn't it because you always greet your fans with a smile? They can't bear to part with you."
“If it weren’t for…” Shen Jiaojiao’s eyes darkened, and then she said to Luo Jing, “Isn’t Actor Luo also particularly special to his fans? Otherwise, why would he take care of them in bed?”
She couldn't help but add, "Luoqi's mother just passed away not long ago. I advise you not to ruin my plans because of a romantic relationship. Otherwise, I can't guarantee you'll stay alive!"
Luo Jing, who had originally wanted to refute, froze and immediately dared not speak.
Neither of them noticed that the noisy sounds of setting up the venue outside the lounge had disappeared.
Just as Shen Jiaojiao sat down to rest for a while, the evil image hidden in her handbag emitted a shrill sound.
"What happened..." She took out the small statue with some confusion, and was horrified to find that there were broken marks on the face of the statue.
She suddenly stood up, opened the door to the lounge, and was about to leave.
Before Luo Jing, who was somewhat disgusted by her overreaction, could speak, he heard Shen Jiaojiao scream.
"What are you doing, Shen Jiaojiao? Don't go crazy for no reason!"
Since Luo Jing returned from the island, he hadn't had a good night's sleep. His inability to sleep had made him extremely irritable, and he couldn't contain his emotions, walking over and scolding him.
But when he saw what was happening outside, he gasped in shock and looked utterly terrified.
The venue on the third floor was originally decorated in a very dreamy way. There were many balloons and various ribbons in the banquet hall, which were Shen Jiaojiao's support color, pink and purple.
But at this moment, the scene outside has completely changed.
The familiar village with its small bridges, flowing water, and rising smoke appeared before his eyes.
The falling peach blossoms carried a faint, unsettling fragrance, so real it was almost frightening.
Shen Jiaojiao clutched the small portrait in her hand tightly in fear, "How, how could this be..."
Luo Jing's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.
"Peach, peach tree!"
The falling peach blossoms were strangely dreamlike, and a chilling voice rang in his ears.
"You heartless, unfaithful man, prepare to die!"