Chapter 870: Behind the Scenes is a Master

"I will," Chen Yu nodded.

Just at this moment, He Lingyun's vision suddenly went black, and she collapsed to one side.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Chen Yu was startled, and he hurriedly supported He Lingyun.

"I... I feel a bit dizzy," He Lingyun's complexion turned pale.

"Lie down, let me take a look." Chen Yu helped her lie down, placed his hand on her wrist, and his expression changed instantly.

His mother's Qi and blood were deficient; the pulse felt like a case of excessive blood loss, but she clearly hadn't been injured, so how could this situation arise?

Chen Yu hurriedly rolled up her sleeve, and he saw three purple tattoos on her forearm.

The shape of these tattoos looked like several ground beetles; although they were tattoos, these things could crawl upward along He Lingyun's skin.

These things seemed to know that Chen Yu had discovered them, so they slowly crawled toward He Lingyun's hand, seemingly trying to hide.

Chen Yu quickly took out a Silver Needle and swiftly stabbed it into the insects.

With a few *pop, pop, pop* sounds, black-purple blood oozed from He Lingyun's arm, and the three tattoos vanished immediately.

Chen Yu's expression darkened slightly; he knew clearly that a Mystic Arts Practitioner had likely set their sights on him.

"Mom, rest for a moment; I'll handle the rest." Chen Yu took out a Talisman, tapped it with his right hand, and after a flash of faint light, the Talisman Paper disappeared into He Lingyun's body.

The insects from just now were Fire Boil Blood Insects, a type of thing refined by people in the Metaphysics World; these insects were caught by those in the Metaphysics field and then soaked to death in fresh blood.

Then, the souls of dogs or cats were fused with the insect corpses, and after the insect corpses were dried, they became Blood Insects.

These insects would not attack people directly, but they were a type of Spirit Gu that harmed people using Soul Consciousness and drained their Qi and blood.

Chen Yu picked up his phone and said in a deep voice, "Mu, go to my house right now and check my mother's bedroom, as well as her office. See if you can find a few insects the size of walnuts. Remember, after you find them, cover them with a transparent glass cup; don't move them."

"Alright, I'll go check immediately." Hearing the urgency in Chen Yu's tone, Mu Xi immediately became nervous; she put down everything in her hands and began to take action.

Just after sending He Lingyun to a safe place to rest, Mu Xi's call came through; there were results. In the lounge inside He Lingyun's office, the things Chen Yu mentioned had been found.

Chen Yu rushed to the headquarters of the He Group without stopping, and he saw that in the lounge inside He Lingyun's office, three Fire Boil Blood Insects were covered by a cup.

These insects were pitch-black and in a dried state, but there were three palm-sized bloodstains on the bedsheet to the side.

This thing drained blood from a distance, which was why it had stained the bedsheet red.

"These insects were found under the cushion. I checked the surveillance immediately; it was a cleaner who put them there while cleaning yesterday," Mu Xi said resentfully. "We guarded against everything, but still didn't expect this."

"Did the cleaner collect things like my mom's hair?" Chen Yu asked. "This thing belongs to a type of Blood Curse; to cast the curse, one must use things like hair."

"She did collect some. This cleaner is called Xu Yi, an old employee of the company," Mu Xi said angrily. "I'm going to find her now."

"Going now is probably too late," Chen Yu said grimly. "Someone must have instigated her."

"President Mu, Xu Yi has hanged herself," a bodyguard ran over and said.

"Let's go, let's go take a look," Chen Yu's face sank.

At Xu Yi's home, there was a chorus of weeping. This aunt was over fifty years old and looked like a very kind person; she had been at the company for over ten years and was a very good person.

Chen Yu stepped forward and took a look at her; he saw deep ligature marks on her neck. She had passed away very peacefully, and there was a trace of relieved joy on her face.

"Mr. Chen, Ms. Mu, my mom left a letter for you," He Lingyun's daughter said, her eyes red from crying. "She hadn't been normal since she came back these past few days; she wouldn't eat or talk, just locked herself in her room."

"She was better today; she ate, was very affectionate with her son and grandson, and then said some inexplicable things."

"What did she say?" Chen Yu took the letter handed over by Xu Yi's daughter.

"She said that the He family are all good people, that she was forced, and that she was sorry to the He family..." Xu Yi's daughter said, crying.

Chen Yu opened the letter, glanced at it, and couldn't help but sigh.

Xu Yi was indeed forced by someone; if she hadn't done that, her children would have been implicated. The other party was someone from the Metaphysics field, and she simply couldn't refuse.

But after doing this, she felt a guilty conscience, so she chose this path—ending her own life.

"Mu, take thirty thousand from the company's name for Xu Yi's family," Chen Yu put away the letter. "Go back and keep my mom company; leave the rest to me."

"Alright," Mu Xi nodded. Since it involved someone from the Metaphysics field, she knew she couldn't intervene, and this matter could only be left to Chen Yu to handle.

After leaving Xu Yi's house, Chen Yu received a call from Gelin: "Boss, the few thugs who messed with the factory are now over at Antique Street. We are watching them; should we make a move?"

"Watch them, wait for me to get there," Chen Yu said coldly.

"Yes."

Hanging up the phone, Chen Yu headed toward Antique Street with a livid expression.

He could see that someone had set their sights on him, and the other party's methods were sophisticated: arson, placing Gu on his mother, and Xu Yi being threatened and committing suicide out of guilt. But the person who forced her should be in the same group as this bunch at Antique Street.

As long as he found this group of people, the person behind them would surface. No matter who the other party was, Chen Yu would take their life.

Antique Street.

At this hour, there were no customers left in Antique Street; most of the shops were closed. In a small shop by the street, a group of people were drinking noisily inside.

The leader was shifty-eyed and looked extremely wretched; this guy was the famous thug of Antique Street, Zhang Ergou. Now he was drinking and bragging to his group of brothers.

"Hehe, brothers, we are going to be rich from now on. Hehe, I've hooked up with a high-level expert in the Metaphysics World. I'm working for him. Those who looked down on me, Zhang Ergou, in the past will be kneeling before me in a few days, trying to curry favor with me."

"Gou Ge, who would dare look down on you? In our Antique Street, you are the boss," someone flattered. "And we've made quite a lot of profit from this job. When we get rich later, don't forget your brothers."

"Haha, how could I forget? But brothers, one thing is one thing: we would rather offend some high-ranking officials and nobles than ever offend someone from the Metaphysics World."

As Zhang Ergou said this, he gulped down some wine. He put down his cup and sighed, "Look at that person from the He family; their power is heaven-defying and their net worth is in the trillions, but what's the use? Once they offended the Master, weren't they still toyed with by others?"