Chapter 273

The link opened.

It was a slightly crude website window, with an input box in the middle.

You could enter a name and date of birth, and based on the input, the website would automatically calculate recent fortune — it truly already had the prototype of a scam website.

Feng Mu casually entered Imoto's information.

【Feng Yuhuai (Fierce)】: The position of sixty-five, blood light lurking, disaster following like a shadow.

【Explanation】: An omen of misfortune shrouds you; recently you will encounter an unexpected calamity, which may become a turning point in your life journey, altering your fate trajectory.

If you wish to resolve this tribulation, you need……

A payment waiting window popped up with a ding-dong on the screen.

The corner of Feng Mu's mouth twitched slightly, then he decisively exited the page; he would not be fooled by such clumsy trickery, but out of concern for his family, he still entered Feng Ju and Wang Xiuli's information in turn.

【Feng Ju (Great Fierce)】: Seven Killings bearing blade, Wealth Star flourishing, residing in the Three Harmony position, indicating the image of injury and disability. If Killing lacks blade, then killing intent is even heavier, bodily harm calamity difficult to avoid.

【Explanation】: Dark shadows envelop, murderous intent lurks on all sides. You may soon encounter misfortune, with sudden death calamity looming. If you wish to dispel this tribulation, you need……

Please pay the corresponding fee to seek the art of resolving calamity.

【Wang Xiuli (Fierce)】: Fate rough and bumpy, blood light disaster quietly arriving.

【Explanation】: Your fate is ill-starred, clouds of misfortune quietly gathering. Recently, you may encounter unimaginable calamity. If you wish to shake off this ill luck, you need……

Please pay the corresponding fee to seek the way of resolving calamity.

Feng Mu curled his lip; on one hand he felt this website put on quite a show, at least enough to serve as a disguise support for advertising text messages, completely sufficient to deceive the eye.

On the other hand, he couldn't help but complain: "So this website only gives fierce hexagrams, no wonder — fear has since ancient times been what most easily makes people lose money."

In short, Feng Mu would absolutely not easily admit that this website's calculations might really have a trace of the indescribable….. a tiny bit accurate?!!

Feng Mu shook his head lightly, deleted the information in the input box with one click, then fell into brief contemplation, then re-entered the information needing calculation.

Name: Mask

Birth date: Year 233, 04 month 01 day

Year 233, 04 month 01 day, this day in the long river of time may be an ordinary unremarkable instant, but it was the moment 【Mask】 and Ma Bin formally made contact.

To a certain extent, in Ma Bin's eyes, Year 233, 04 month 01 day is 【Mask】's true birth anniversary.

Actually, not only for Ma Bin, for Feng Mu as well, that day was also full of meaning; borrowing a line of classic narration the story narrator loves most:

The gears of fate began to quietly turn from that moment.

The input box froze for three seconds, then the input box disappeared, and a line of words floated up — Under fate's gaze, all matters greatly auspicious.

The next instant, the entire picture vanished, jumping into another hidden page.

The page was initially a stretch of darkness, then dim yellowish light slowly emerged; the picture was not very clear, a bit like a pinhole camera secretly filming a live broadcast scene.

No bullet comments, no interaction; the entire "live room" had only him as audience — a movie set up for him alone.

The filming location was inside an abandoned warehouse.

The light came from an emergency lamp on the table; its battery was clearly almost drained, emitting dim and weak light, as if it might completely extinguish at any moment, plunging this space back into darkness's embrace.

The table legs were covered with iron rust left by time, while the floor was spread with thick dust.

All around were scattered various broken old boxes and moldy canned food, and some plastic instant noodle buckets.

Dim light cast onto the rear wall; the wall paint peeled and flaked, cracked into fissures, electrical wires extending from inside dangled randomly, extremely like a dead man's tentacles, powerlessly hanging on rusted iron frames, looking quite sinister.

Iron frames, originally used to place cargo, were now empty, only a person tied on top.

This person was bound in a spread-eagle shape with thick hemp rope, wrists and ankles rope knots stained with blood from deep ligature marks, appearing exceptionally horrifying.

That person's mouth was sealed with tape, head drooping powerlessly, unable to see eyes and expression clearly.

Clothing on the body torn ragged, exposed skin surface covered with torn-then-healed, healed-then-torn blood scabs.

The entire picture looked shocking, like a person used as a clothes rack nailed onto an iron frame, even a "big" character shaped pool of coagulated bloodstain projected on the wall behind the iron frame.

Even a top-tier forensic doctor would probably find it hard to distinguish from this still frame whether this person is still alive.

However, Feng Mu has insight into death surpassing ordinary people; with a single glance he can determine this person is not dead, still has 1/4 blood remaining.

After a while, a strange sound suddenly came from inside the room, breaking the original dead silence.

The person on the iron frame slowly raised their head, a face covered in blood filth entered the lens.

Under the dim yellow light, that person's features almost merged with the blood filth, coupled with the camera's unclear picture quality, making it very hard to see this person's appearance clearly.

Feng Mu brought the phone closer; the double magatama rotating was like high-precision image processing software, enhancing the slightly blurry picture.

The originally blurry picture immediately became clear, details emerging one by one, clarity seemingly instantly raised two grades.

"Hou Wendong, I remember it's this name." Feng Mu spat out a name from his mouth.

Feng Mu does not know all details of the event Ma Bin is currently planning, but Ma Bin did reveal some key information to him, even reported Hou Wendong's photo to him.

To a certain extent, the dying protagonist in the video counts as Ma Bin's early pre-booked "own people".

"So to speak, what I'm watching now is the net-closing phase, this is a real-time report to me of the event's final result." Feng Mu had a clear idea in his heart.

This situation is just like a workplace workflow; the twists and hardships in the process perhaps need not be reported one by one to the superior, after all the leader is so busy, where would they have free time to care about every trivial matter.

But regardless, the event's beginning and end must be reported in time.

In the phone screen, Hou Wendong slowly raised his head; the man who kidnapped and tortured him was slowly walking towards him; Hou Wendong's face involuntarily revealed uncontrollable terror, his whole face twisting.

That man had his back to the lens; his back silhouette appeared exceptionally ferocious in the dim light; he slowly took out a blood-stained wrench from his bosom.

He ruthlessly used the wrench to clamp onto the already scabbed blood marks on Hou Wendong's stomach, then inch by inch tore outward, as if enjoying this cruel pleasure.

Hou Wendong let out a heart-rending miserable howl, voice filled with despair and collapse.

This past week, he had suffered various inhuman tortures; body and will had both reached the brink of collapse.

At this moment, he no longer hoped to escape; his heart held only one thought — to end this hellish torture as soon as possible; he longed for quick death.

"Kill me, please, kill me ah ah——"

At this moment, as if fate heard his sincere plea, suddenly the iron window at the warehouse top exploded open with a huge boom, shattered glass scattering like heavy rain.

Amidst the shattered Glass shards exploding outward, several figures descended from the sky…

(End of Chapter)