Chapter 160

Ling Yue hadn't even taken two glances when Cong Feng's voice entered her ears: "Hey, I'm talking, why are you staring at the dog?"

"Aren't you going to ask me a question?"

Cong Feng frowned tightly, just about to retort again, but Ling Yue waved her hand: "No need."

The girl's clear black-and-white eyes gazed at him.

Ling Yue curled her lips, hiding a hint of mockery: "Compared to you, I'd rather hear what a dog has to say."

After saying that, Ling Yue turned and walked straight toward the Tibetan Mastiff, leaving the man far behind without looking back, and she didn't see the man's face suddenly turn pale after hearing those words.

Listening to a dog speak?

Cong Feng forced a smile, "What kind of person actually wants to listen to a dog talk? He's surely trying to trick me!"

Hehe, what could possibly come out of a dog's mouth?

He clenched his fingers, the little beloved wife in his arms shifted uncomfortably for a moment, and her soft voice sounded: "Husband, it hurts."

Only then did Cong Feng snap back to attention, seeing a bruise on her snow-white arm; without saying a word of apology, he suddenly stood up, as if muttering to himself: "I want to see just what she can ask out of this."

He didn't notice that his own woman was following behind him; the mark under his arm quickly spread into a large patch of bruises in the blink of an eye, yet she seemed unaware, walking past in her high heels.

Beside the dog kennel, Cong Feng saw an unbelievable sight—

Their family's usually ferocious Tibetan Mastiff had completely changed its demeanor, obediently crouching beside the woman, its iron chain not even taut, like a conquered house dog, utterly lacking its former unruliness, completely docile.

How could this be!

He never expected to see such a scene, and could hardly believe his own eyes.

Shocked to the extreme, he instead steadied himself, yet for some unknown reason his heart suddenly raced, wishing he could separate them right then and there.

A few minutes earlier, after Ling Yue arrived at the scene, the ferocious Tibetan Mastiff, upon seeing a stranger approach, immediately burst into loud barking; its fur bristled thick and dense, a plump bundle, looking extremely sturdy.

Seeing someone approach, it immediately let out a fierce bark, its voice so loud it seemed it could bite through the air.

"Who are you? What do you want? Watch out, I'll bite you to death!"

"Hmph, don't come near me! I'm going to bite you!"

Judging whether a dog is fierce isn't just about its sound; its movements and demeanor also matter, and Ling Yue could tell at a glance that this was a ferocious, violent Tibetan Mastiff.

Even with a thick iron chain as big as a wrist binding it, it remained uncontrollably violent, its huge paws scraping the ground; the landscaped lawn at this moment had been completely scratched bare by it, leaving clear claw marks.

But no matter how fierce, under the aura of the king of beasts, it would still have to meekly submit.

In the blink of an eye, the wild Tibetan Mastiff made a wailing sound, lowered its head, and suddenly let out a whimper.

It still felt a bit unwilling inside, but its body had already submitted, half-lying on the ground, its huge paws as big as a palm.

Ling Yue knew its little temper, and having heard its earlier words, she grabbed its soft spot: "I just heard you cursing; you're looking for your owner, right? I might know where she is."

The Tibetan Mastiff sprang up in a flash, looking at her with awe, this mysterious, terrifying human: "How do you know?"

It looked a bit simple-minded, but was actually quite clever, knowing how to ask Ling Yue for proof: "I haven't said anything; how do you know who my owner is? Where is she?"

Ling Yue: "What would I gain by lying to you?"

The dog froze, hearing Ling Yue continue: "Whether I'm deceiving you or truly your owner, you'll see for yourself—but now I want to ask you one thing first, to confirm: who is your owner?"

The dog instantly realized, looking at Ling Yue, before it could say anything, Jiang Ye beside her suddenly received a call; hearing the voice on the other end, Jiang Ye felt a bit surprised: "Figured out

clearly?"

Ling Yue also looked over, but not long after she saw the man's dejected expression: "Not her?"

The police worked efficiently; after seeing Jiang Ye's message they sent, they immediately began investigating at the intersection.

They discovered that during that period Cong Feng was divorcing his wife; afterward he began planning to build a restaurant. Regarding the bones embedded in the wall, they immediately adopted the most likely inference: she was very likely Cong Feng's original wife!

But after the investigation they learned that Cong Feng had originally married into his original wife's family, later relying on her family's influence to become a boss, and then wanted to kick her aside.

The original wife was caught off guard by his betrayal; she originally wanted him to leave with nothing, but she didn't expect him to go even further—he had already transferred his assets to his relatives, and with the death of a pivotal figure in her family, the relatives were busy fighting over power and influence, unable to attend to anything else, so for a time they could do nothing against him.

In the end, the two even ended up in court; the story made the headline of the newspaper, but in the end Cong Feng still managed to slip away like a cicada shedding its shell, and the affair spread throughout Jing Shi, serving as a warning to many wealthy families.

As for the original wife they thought was the victim, she is still living well to this day; moreover, thanks to her extraordinary background, she often appears at high-end banquets, her status is not minor, and it's even less likely she could have been swapped.

The matter had reached this point when it suddenly reached a stalemate.

Ling Yue's gaze suddenly fell on the Tibetan Mastiff, and she pointed at Cong Feng: "Who is the owner you're looking for in relation to him? His wife?"

Upon hearing that, Cong Feng's heart tightened suddenly; no one knows this Tibetan Mastiff's origin better than he does.

Moreover, what nonsense is this woman spouting? How could the dog answer her questions, yet the reality is that even he cannot control this Tibetan Mastiff, which in her presence is so obedient it makes people envy.

The next moment, he heard the Tibetan Mastiff bark loudly: "The owner is definitely not his wife; she was deceived by him. When I left the owner, I already smelled a little baby on her."

Ling Yue's heart jolted; her sharp eyes pierced the Tibetan Mastiff, her mind a bit confused—what does this mean?

According to the available data investigation, during that period Cong Feng had been handling divorce proceedings, with no one else around him; or perhaps they just hadn't investigated it?

Ling Yue fell silent; the dog thought she didn't believe it, so it hurriedly barked: "I'm telling the truth—he's not my owner. I've been raised by the owner since I was little, but he often comes to see the owner, staying indoors most of the day; when he comes out, the owner smells of him, which makes me furious!"

"Later he said he bought me, so I could finally go home with him; the owner cried sadly, and I did too—I didn't want to leave the owner at all, but this big bastard insisted on dragging me over!"

"I've been here for such a long time, I really miss my owner." It lay down dejectedly, its dog eyes full of grievance.

"This bastard, liar! Only after arriving here did I discover he already had a wife, yet he still wants to deceive my owner! He's too evil! A great villain!"

By now, what else could Ling Yue not understand? Cong Feng's infidelity within marriage; the deceased woman is very likely the result of his philandering outside.

Moreover, it's very possible that the other party didn't even know he had a family, having been kept in the dark all along.

This also matches the latest autopsy report from the coroner: the deceased was a twenty-two-year-old young woman, pregnant with at least three months, already showing signs of pregnancy, her pelvis beginning to expand.

The longer Ling Yue pondered, the more Cong Feng beside her grew anxious; he broke out in a cold sweat on his back, clenched his fingers, and forced a smile: "Officers, what are you doing? This is a dog kennel; we still need to go inside, right?"

Ling Yue gave him a deep look; just that glance made him shudder violently, as if all his hidden secrets had been seen through by her.

Cong Feng couldn't stop trembling.

Ling Yue withdrew her gaze, fixed on the Tibetan Mastiff, and asked: "Do you know your owner's name?"

The Tibetan Mastiff shook its head, its messy fur rivaling a golden-haired lion king: "I know, I know! Bad people often call her Xiao Qiu,

Qiu Qiu."

The next moment, Cong Feng suddenly heard her question: "What is your relationship with Xiao Qiu? Are you boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Cong Feng's face twitched slightly upon hearing those words; even if he tried to hide it, Ling Yue's opening line was a bombshell—how could she know? How far had they investigated?

That remark chipped a corner out of his sturdy mental defenses, and with Ling Yue's questioning, the gap would only widen.

Ling Yue said directly: "You don't need to quibble; since I can say it and know her name, it proves the police have already found out—how long do you think you can keep hiding it?"

Actually, it wasn't so; it was purely Ling Yue bluffing him, but her words were too clever, making Cong Feng suspicious. He forced calm, speaking tough: "What Xiao Qiu, Qiuqiu—I don't even know her. Bring whatever evidence you have!"

By now he was still a dead duck on the platter, with nothing left but a stiff mouth.

Cong Feng's complexion was poor; he excused himself saying he felt unwell, hoping his little wife would take him away.

In reality, as he walked he mentally tallied the finances prepared at home—anonymous bank cards and gold notes—planning to flee outright!

Who would have thought, the usually gentle woman suddenly flashed a tender smile, utterly at odds with her gorgeous appearance.

Gentle as water, affectionate and lingering.

At the same time, it left him dazed.

Cong Feng felt he had seen her somewhere before, but so much time had passed that he himself wasn't sure; in his hazy memory, there seemed to be such a woman, her name being——

"Xiao Qiu, Qiuqiu—these are all your pet names for me, Cong Feng, no, Zhang Yan, you keep saying you love me, how could you not know?!"

The woman's smile bloomed like a flower, yet her eyes boiled with killing intent; her soft lotus‑like arms were now as hard as iron, locked tightly around his neck.

At the same time, Ling Yue saw on her a towering killing intent and resentment; her expression shifted abruptly—she never expected the vengeful ghost to have never left, and the earlier servant was merely her illusion.

She had been possessing the woman all along, sacrificing most of her power just to kill him herself!

Because Cong Feng had always worn a protective jade talisman that kept spirits and ghosts at bay, it now shattered completely under her impact.

"I hate! I hate! I hate so much!"

Cong Feng was choked by her, countless streams of yin energy like boiling snakes drilling into his body, inflating him many times over—a gruesome sight Ling Yue couldn't stop in time, accompanied by several 'crack' sounds.

The man's anguished cry suddenly rang out.

Moments later, Cong Feng lay half‑dead on the ground, his limbs limp like noodles; the immense pain reduced his pampered body to a half‑crippled state.

Worse still, a soul‑curse: a vengeful ghost bursting with resentment, using itself as payment, would from then on force him to relive Xiao Qiu's death over and over, day and night, until he too died.

Trembling with fear, Cong Feng finally realized regret—regretting that he hadn't eradicated the problem at its root; otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up like this!

As for the female ghost, she had actually had a chance to kill him outright, but at the crucial moment she let go; before Ling Yue subdued her, she looked at him with satisfaction, her eyes moist.

Ghosts have no tears, yet she shed bloody tears.

The ghost infant locked in the box seemed to sense what was happening outside, stirring restlessly; Ling Yue sighed, and upon seeing the woman's soul about to dissipate, she released the ghost infant.

A small mass of black energy shot straight at her, accompanied by the child's anxious voice: "Mommy~ Mommy~"

The female ghost kneeling on the ground froze for a moment—she never expected to see her child again; after regaining consciousness, she had searched the hotel for ages but never found her child.

This was the final straw that broke her; she resolved to seek revenge on him, and even knowing he possessed powerful protective talismans, she stubbornly approached, twisting his limbs until he wished he were dead.

She clutched her child as her lower half began to slowly fade—this was her punishment; after continual slaughter she had already become a vengeful ghost with no way out, and in the time ahead her consciousness would grow ever more hazy, eventually turning her into a mindless killing fiend.

Thus she chose to end herself.

But she hadn't expected there to be a child; having abandoned her own child, what would become of it?

The tiny ghost infant, unaware that the mother it had just met was about to leave, snuggled happily in her mother's arms and laughed.

At that moment, Lin Shaoze, having received Ling Yue's message and after a deep investigation uncovered the truth, approached with documents; seeing the inhuman scene, he shuddered, feeling his worldview shatter into countless fragments.

Meanwhile, others saw nothing, merely staring in astonishment at Cong Feng's horrifying state, completely baffled.

Ling Yue took the file and read: Xiao Qiu, whose real name was Tang Qiu, seven years ago a university student in Jing Shi, beautiful and gentle; during school she was together with Zhang Yan, the social climber who had pursued her.

This was also Cong Feng's disguise for himself.

He treated her better than anyone could, everything as sweet as a honeymoon—even giving her two hundred attentions; a naive freshman fresh out of school was no match for this seasoned social operator, especially since she had long been Cong Feng's targeted prey, his calculations against her innocence.

She didn't know that the boyfriend she liked actually had another family in this city.

Labels like "live‑in son‑in‑law", "phoenix man", "the Zhou family's good dog"—the scornful names outsiders gave him, Cong Feng accepted them wholeheartedly, just to gain the connections and influence of his original wife's family; a Daoist he happened to meet abroad only reinforced his resolve.

Furthermore, at great cost he obtained the other's aid—a method to defy fate and change his destiny.

Find a completely yin woman, make her pregnant, then after the fetus forms, cut it directly from the mother's womb to serve as the eye of a fortune‑shifting formation; and Tang Qiu was exactly the person he sought.

Ling Yue frowned as she read; these matters had not even passed through Cong Feng's hands, and with the Daoist's concealment, she initially only sensed something off; now that the talisman failed, she could see the karma lines entwining his body.

A vast, dense expanse.

The so‑called fortune‑shifting formation is itself a dark art, using the mother and child as its eyes to siphon others' luck unknowingly through the grand array; without doubt, the hotel's guests were naturally the targets.

For this, Cong Feng poured nearly all his wealth into it; fortunately, his gamble paid off.

As for the Tibetan Mastiff, he liked dogs, but his dominant first wife would never consent due to her fur allergy, so he bought the dog and kept it beside Tang Qiu, planning to take it back once she was no longer useful—by then he would already be completely divorced.

Yet no matter how he tried, he never imagined his secret would finally be exposed by a dog shaking it out; despite his myriad mystical safeguards, he never expected to be defeated by a mere dog.

In fact, Ling Yue's deduction was almost spot‑on; the only difference was that Tang Qiu discovered the truth and immediately prepared to leave him, but since she was the eye Cong Feng had targeted, upon being found she was directly imprisoned by him in a villa.

Tang Qiu was driven nearly mad by the ordeal; in the end it was the Daoist who intervened, letting her cling to life until the day of the ritual.

Cong Feng's evil deeds are beyond enumeration; Ling Yue glanced at him, and he trembled with fear, practically begging her: "I was wrong, I was wrong, Master, spare my life!"

"I—I was forced too!"

Ling Yue raised her brow slightly, hearing Cong Feng say: "Yes, yes, that master tempted me; I was momentarily muddled, I shouldn't have done this, I know I was wrong!"

Ling Yue looked at him: "Do you know who he is?"

Cong Feng froze for a moment, then stammered: "He, he is called…… ahhh!"

Cong Feng let out a miserable howl, his soft body rolling on the grass, a wretched sight that made brows furrow instantly; Ling Yue immediately sensed something amiss—someone had placed a restriction on him, and once triggered he was tortured to the point of wishing he were dead.

In the end the truth came fully to light; the only thing Ling Yue hadn't expected was that the ghost infant would depart together with its mother.

Tang Qiu, in her quest for revenge, killed innocent people, paying an even heavier price—her soul scattered and her spirit dissipated.

Ling Yue didn't know how to describe this affair; looking at the pain‑addled Cong Feng, she recalled his earlier mention of the hidden mastermind and felt a twinge of worry.

As for Jiang Ye, hearing from abroad, he knew only a couple of lines——

He told Ling Yue earnestly: "You're still young, and besides, such things are rare domestically, unclear; actually, there are many such things abroad, because back then that turmoil, many people chose to go far away."

He gave a brief two-sentence introduction, then suddenly recalled the previous gu worms; that leader's body had already healed, but his careful investigation yielded unsatisfactory results.

They knew who it was, and were just about to conduct further interrogation when that person suddenly died mysteriously.

Jiang Ye said angrily: "There must be someone stirring trouble behind the scenes; it seems they've been living peacefully too long and are now stirring again."

As for the severed clues, I don't know why, but Ling Yue always feels this has only just begun; however, she is not panicked, but instead buries these thoughts deep in her heart.

After the matter was resolved, Ling Yue also destroyed the previous evil formation along with it.

She didn't expect that the one who benefited most from this incident was actually the Xuan Cat Queen.

Its evil-repelling talent was exposed.

Because the great formation and the lingering yin qi of the fierce ghost Tang Qiu left the hotel with extremely heavy yin, the already timid and trembling judges were even more terrified.

But soon, someone discovered that the little cat nearby was like a small sun; approaching it, their cold body would instantly become warm.

None of them could explain this principle; they could only keep exclaiming, "This is supernatural power!"

This matter was first proposed by Jennifer, because the two countries' conditions differ; compared to the sheltered domestic situation, abroad is like a chaotic battle of ox-demons and snake-gods, with many strange and wondrous things occurring one after another, even the royal family has exorcists specially employed for this.

Oh, abroad, ghosts are not called ghosts; they are called spirits.

The deceased Mr. Richard was indeed a notorious oddball, but he didn't know that he had been possessed by a fierce ghost since birth; only after his parents summoned a master to perform rites did he manage to live safely to the present.

Jennifer later browsed the internet and discovered that people in this country actually call it a spirit cat; she was greatly surprised by her discovery and loudly called others over.

"Tina, look, this adorable kitten actually has such great power!"

The noisy manner of these people left the Xuan Cat Queen on duty unable to bear watching.

Its long tail wrapped around its paws; hearing one rainbow fart after another, the cat thought disdainfully, "These people are really making a mountain out of a molehill!"

However, the matter wasn't over yet; judge Jennifer really liked it, and after returning domestically, she frantically gathered news about the Xuan Cat Queen, learning that it had once shot a cover magazine, and thought she must get a set for herself no matter what.

But she didn't expect that it was just an ordinary fashion magazine, yet during an accident caused by supernatural power, it saved her life.

The cover image actually had a suppressive effect on other evil spirits; when she told her friends and family, many people personally tested it.

Otherwise, how could one say that foreigners are few and all are courting death?

Later, everyone had a copy of the fashion magazine, forcing the original magazine to work overtime to produce images; the Xuan Cat Queen's fame abroad suddenly surged.

Many people searched the web, even set up offerings to it, burning incense three times a day.

Much later, when Ling Yue finally learned the news, she was struck speechless; however, this also let her know just how deep the water and fire of life are for the peoples of those few foreign countries.

Returning to the main topic, Ling Yue had been busy all day; that night she sent a message in the group, stood up tomorrow's consultation, and slept alone until late noon.

When she got up, the balcony light was brilliant; Ling Yue yawned as she went downstairs, suddenly her movement stalled, she rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was seeing things.

Otherwise, how could she see Bai Ze wearing a flowered apron, in the middle of the Dragon Boat Festival meal?

The boy looked at her, gave a gentle smile: "Lunch is already ready, you can start eating."

Ling Yue nodded dully, then ran down the stairs with a thudding sound, embarrassed, frantic!

While eating, Ling Yue's chopsticks kept poking the rice bowl, the rice almost being mashed into glutinous rice cake by her.

On the other hand, the treasure‑seeking rat Duo Duo kept praising the Xuan Cat Queen, saying things like "My lady wife, not seeing you for a day, you've become even more beautiful!" "I heard you solved the case yesterday, my lady wife, you're really amazing!" and similar remarks, which eased a bit of the embarrassment.

In the afternoon, Ling Yue went to the capital zoo.

The itinerary had been booked long ago; first go to the pool of the smiling dolphin, she didn't expect that upon entering, she would see it balancing a ball, beside it the monkey Manman and a goat, several small animals forming a triangle, passing and catching the ball.

Watching their bodily movements, Ling Yue knew they were having a great time playing.

Ling Yue simply stepped aside; suddenly, the small colored ball flew over, really a surprise, almost reaching her lap; Ling Yue turned her eyes and batted it to the smiling dolphin in the water.

The deep‑blue big dolphin called out happily, then leapt out of the water with a thump, and bounced it back.

This time it was the monkey Manman's turn; Ling Yue didn't expect that it also passed the ball to her; in the end, Ling Yue suddenly realized that the previously friendly ball‑balancing match had turned into three against one, the three of them ganging up to bully her!

Ling Yue: '!!!'

Fortunately, her stamina was good; after the ball game ended, the smiling dolphin excitedly lay on the water surface, its big beautiful tail splashing slap‑slap‑slap on the water, the high‑pitched dolphin sound instantly filling the venue: 'You finally came to see us!'

Monkey Manman rode on the goat's back, its two paws constantly gesturing while emitting an accusing cry: 'You haven't looked at me for so long; are you seeing other little cuties outside?'

The smiling dolphin lying on the shore followed with a spray of water, twisting its chubby body: 'Could it be that I'm just not cute enough?'

Ling Yue: '……'

Don't think I don't know; you guys are just teaming up to bully me!

She gave a light cough, briefly mentioned recent events, and didn't expect that such little stories would still attract the animals.

Ling Yue again gathered some animals to begin psychological healing; she hadn't even really started yet, but the healing aura had already hypnotized a large area.

At the center of the circle, Ling Yue rubbed her chin and nodded; it looked like everyone was recovering well.

She waited another half hour, then stood up and found the destination of this trip—the Hai Dong Qing Park area.

Many tourists were taking photos, aiming their camera lenses at the high treetops.

A pure white, jade‑like, snow‑white eagle, its sharp pure‑white talons gripping the trunk, making it look like a finely carved jade sculpture amidst the withered, gray‑yellow vegetation, especially eye‑catching.

The Hai Dong Qing's defiant, untamed bearing seemed like a born ruler.

Beside them, tourists held up their cameras to photograph it, continuously praising: 'It's really handsome, no wonder it's the legendary god of myriad eagles!'

"Yeah, if you hadn't told me, I never would have imagined it would actually be in the zoo."

"Better keep snapping more shots; who knows, next time we come we might not see it."

"What do you mean by that?"

That person pointed to the nearby sign: "It says here, this isn't a zoo animal, it's wildlife, and will later be released back into nature."

"So, since we have time, let's quickly take more pictures."

Just then, the crowd suddenly stirred.

"Holy shit, it's flying over here!"

In an instant, the Hai Dong Qing with wings spread like an arrow released from a bow, swooshed down in a swoop; its pair of beautiful wings not only

Power, bearing a force of thousands of jun, even in mid-air emits a whooshing sound of breaking the air.

The sharp eagle eyes reflect a cold gleam, extraordinarily spirited.

At this moment, almost everyone who saw it instantly felt their scalps go numb.

Everyone was stunned; only then did they truly realize what a sky overlord, an aerial predator, is!

Before Ling Yue, the Steller's sea eagle gently grasps the iron wire net; the wind from its wings blows directly onto Ling Yue's face. It tilts its head and lets out a cry: "I thought you had forgotten me."

As soon as the words are spoken, the mock value is maxed out.

Ling Yue: "……"

Defamation, this is absolute defamation!

She may forget who, but she cannot forget this grandpa!

Ling Yue lightly coughed: "We won't talk about that for now; I heard from Yuan Yuan that your injury has long healed, your recent recovery is also not bad, I plan to send you home."

Really?

In an instant, the Steller's sea eagle excitedly grasps the iron wire, and the light in its eagle eyes flickers.

Suddenly, a crack sounded.

Ling Yue's brow twitched, she followed the sound to see that the iron wire net under the eagle's claws had been torn open by it. Recently, encoding issues have been severe, giving us more motivation to update faster; please trouble yourself to move your little hand to exit mode. Thanks:,,.