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Chapter 480 Lin Chuqiao's Revenge, Midnight Horror
"Is something going to happen?"

Chen Xu'an stared at his phone screen, his expression growing even more somber.

Seeing this, the other members of the Chen family looked at each other in bewilderment, and whispers gradually spread.

Lin Chuqiao's eyes flickered slightly, and she coughed softly to attract everyone's attention.

He then brought his fingertips together and silently recited some divination, as if he were deducing some mysterious hexagram.

Her breathing became light and slow, and she entered a mysterious state.

A moment later, she suddenly opened her eyes, her expression changed slightly, and her tone became urgent:

"Oh no! Chen Qiming is likely to suffer a bloody disaster, and... it seems to be related to that evil spirit!"

"what?!"

Chen Xu'an was shocked and almost blurted it out.

Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow and immediately asked:
"Where is he now?"

"I am not sure."

Chen Xu'an broke out in a cold sweat, his voice trembling slightly:

"However, Qiming usually likes to stay at the Grand Hotel, where he has a long-term rental suite. When he is not at home, he usually goes there to rest."

"Let's go to the hotel."

Fang Cheng made a quick decision and turned to walk out.

Lin Chuqiao, Bai Ling, and Pan Wendi followed closely behind.

Upon seeing this, Chen Xu'an immediately instructed the other clansmen to stay where they were and wait for news. He then took only a few of the clan's experts with him and quickly followed.

The group quickly left the hospital and headed straight for their vehicle in the parking lot.

Chen Xu'an drove himself, with Pan Wendi in the passenger seat and Fang Cheng, Lin Chuqiao, and Bai Ling squeezed into the back seat.

The vehicle started, the engine roared, and it soon drove into the streets late at night.

At this time of day, there were few vehicles on the road, so Chen Xu'an floored the accelerator and the car's speed soared.

The streetlights streaked past like shooting stars, and the neon lights flickered rapidly on the glass.

The car was silent, and the atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

Fang Cheng quietly turned his head, leaned close to Lin Chuqiao's ear, and whispered:
"Are you really sure?"

A warm breath brushed against her ear, causing Lin Chuqiao's ears to turn slightly red, but she quickly returned to normal.

She turned her face to the side, and the two were so close that they could almost feel each other's breath.

Lin Chuqiao winked slyly and whispered in return:

"I'm not sure, but I feel that guy has a dark aura and his face looks evil. People like that are wicked and are most likely to attract evil spirits. It would be good to go over and scare him a little."

Fang Cheng chuckled, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

Lin Chuqiao stuck out her tongue, a hint of smug satisfaction in her eyes.

Bai Ling pretended not to hear anything, just pursing her lips and suppressing a laugh.

Outside the car window, the night was as dark as ink, and even the starlight was obscured by thick clouds.

Just a few kilometers ahead, the towering building of the Grand Court Hotel was already faintly visible.

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The Presidential Suite on the 39th floor of the Grand Court Hotel.

The dazzling crystal chandelier was not turned on; only a few wall lamps cast a dim light, outlining the room's luxurious silhouette.

Women's high heels and men's shirts were scattered on the carpet, and several wrinkled undergarments were thrown on the sofa.

The bedroom was filled with a strong perfume scent, mixed with the aroma of alcohol and hormones.

That large bed is big enough to sleep five or six people.

At that moment, Chen Qiming was lying on the bed, snoring.

He was only wearing shorts, revealing his fair but lacking-muscle physique, his chest rising and falling slightly with his breath.

On his left and right sides, there was a woman lying on each side.

They were all young, with beautiful faces and hot figures, wearing revealing pajamas that exposed large areas of their snow-white skin.

A woman's arm was casually draped over Chen Qiming's chest, while another was curled up beside him, breathing evenly and fast asleep.

There was a wad of loose hundred-yuan bills on the bedside table, along with a box of opened condoms.

The phone lying to the side had its screen lit up, and several missed call notifications stood out conspicuously in the darkness.

"Um……"

Chen Qiming suddenly frowned, made a gurgling sound in his throat, and slowly opened his eyelids with trembling.

The outline of the ceiling was blurry in the darkness, and the hangover made his temples throb.

After calming down from the dizziness, he reached for his phone and squinted at the time.

3: 04.

As for the several missed calls that popped up on the screen, they were completely ignored.

It's just that his family is asking him where he is again, urging him to go back to the secret realm.

Having finally escaped from that hellhole, how could I not have a few days of carefree fun and enjoy myself after this "escape from the jaws of death"?
Chen Qiming licked his chapped lips, not disturbing the warm and soft woman beside him, and got out of bed after lifting the silk quilt.

He swayed a bit before regaining his balance as he walked barefoot on the soft wool carpet.

He then slowly walked to the living room, took a bottle of ice water from the bar refrigerator, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down most of the bottle.

The cool liquid slid down my esophagus, finally extinguishing the heat in my internal organs.

Chen Qiming let out a comfortable burp, then turned to go back to his room and continue sleeping.

Suddenly, a strange chill ran down my spine, as if a piece of ice had been pressed against my back.

He froze, instinctively turning to look at the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.

The heavy velvet curtains shut out the city's night, preventing any light from penetrating.

But for some reason, he always felt that something was watching him from behind the curtains.

Hallucination?

Chen Qiming swallowed hard, his fingers tightening slightly as he gripped the water bottle.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally couldn't resist the strange curiosity in his heart and stepped over.

He reached out, grabbed the edge of the curtain, and pulled it sharply.

wow-

The curtains slid to one side, and a dazzling night view instantly came into view.

The lights of thousands of homes shone like scattered stars, while the neon lights of distant skyscrapers shimmered on their glass curtain walls, adorning the sleeping city in a dreamlike manner.

Chen Qiming stared out the window for a few seconds, but saw nothing.

He then breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled self-deprecatingly, realizing he had indeed drunk too much.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, a voice seemed to drift from a great distance, yet it rang clearly in his ears.

“Qiming…”

The voice was soft and aged, carrying an indescribable sense of familiarity.

Chen Qiming froze, and the mineral water bottle in his hand fell to the carpet with a dull thud.

He turned his head suddenly and his pupils suddenly contracted.

On that floor-to-ceiling window reflecting the city's night view, a blurry figure appeared out of nowhere.

The figure stood before him, its outline indistinct, as if seen through a thick fog.

The facial features were indistinct; only a hunched figure could be vaguely seen, dressed in a long robe, with gray hair.

"Who...who's there?"

Chen Qiming's voice was dry and trembling.

"Qiming, it's me."

The voice rang out again, this time with an indescribable warmth.

Chen Qiming's breathing became rapid, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

That voice... sounds just like my deceased grandfather.

He personally witnessed his grandfather's body being taken to the Black Building for safekeeping, how could this be...?

"Qiming, my good grandson..."

The voice carried a seductive quality, like an invisible hand gently caressing his soul.

Chen Qiming's eyes began to glaze over, and his pupils gradually lost focus.

His lips parted slightly, and he murmured:
"Grandpa...is that you?"

"It's me."

The voice became even gentler: "Grandpa is outside, it's so cold, so cold... Qiming, open the window and let Grandpa in, okay?" Chen Qiming nodded blankly, as if being pulled by invisible threads, and walked towards the ventilation window on the side of the French windows.

"Grandpa...I'm a little scared..."

His hand touched the cold metal handle, and he shuddered.

"Don't be afraid, Grandpa won't hurt you, hurry, hurry and open it..."

The voice became urgent.

Chen Qiming gritted his teeth and finally pushed the window open with all his might.

Click——

The moment the window opened, a gust of cold, biting wind rushed in.

call--

The wind was very unusual; it didn't seem like a natural night wind.

It felt as if it were blown from the underworld, and when it scraped against my skin, it caused a stinging pain like being cut by a knife.

The chill instantly penetrated through flesh and bone.

Chen Qiming's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, and his mouth opened, but he couldn't make a sound.

A cold and evil power was surging wildly into his open pores.

His face began to contort, his features convulsed, veins bulged on his forehead, and he froze on the spot.

That power was aggressive, like a venomous snake, rapidly coursing through his veins and taking over every inch of his flesh and blood.

After an unknown amount of time, the trembling in my body finally stopped.

Chen Qiming slowly raised his head, his eyes turning cold and unfamiliar.

Then, he lowered his head, raised his hands, slowly clenched them, and then released them.

Repeating this several times, it was as if he was getting familiar with this brand new body.

Then, he looked up at the floor-to-ceiling window.

A young face was reflected in the glass, with delicate features, but also a hint of frivolity and indulgence typical of spoiled young men.

Chen Qiming—no, he should be called Xuanzhen now—smirked bitterly.

"Fortunately, some of the seed worms I planted back then still retain some vitality, otherwise I would have truly been annihilated..."

An aged, hoarse voice came from his mouth, completely different from Chen Qiming's original voice.

Xuanzhen walked to the sofa, sat down, and lowered his head in thought.

"We definitely can't go to the village..."

He muttered to himself, his voice low and hoarse:

"Ye Zhiren destroyed my mother Gu, so he definitely won't let the other villagers who have been cursed go. Those offspring Gu... can't be saved either."

He paused for a moment, a hint of sorrow and lingering fear flashing in his eyes.

"Alas, I never imagined that after a lifetime of dominance, I would one day become a wandering ghost."

As he sighed with regret, Xuanzhen couldn't help but recall the scene of traversing the void.

Boundless darkness, the piercing cold and loneliness that chill the soul, and the faint, elusive call.

It made him instinctively tremble and turn pale.

The feeling was like being trapped in a coffin that could never be opened, suffocating to death, yet not dying quickly.

Even death cannot bring true liberation.

They could only endure that suffocation and despair forever, falling into the deepest hell.

Xuanzhen shook his head, his eyes burning with hatred, but it was quickly replaced by helplessness.

"Forget it, in my current state, let alone revenge, I'd be content just to be able to completely take over this body without suffering any backlash."

"Besides, I'm afraid we can never go back to that ideal world..."

He muttered to himself, making plans in his mind.

Now that Chen Hongye's physical body has been destroyed, disrupting the main plan formulated by Ideal Land, he will inevitably face severe punishment upon returning.

If he still had the strength in the past, he could have endured this punishment.

But now he is practically useless, and has no place in the organization.

He knew very well the rules of the ideal world: those who lost their usefulness never had a good ending.

This is precisely why he did not take the initiative to contact the organization.

Just thinking about the ruthless methods hidden beneath that seemingly kind face of that official...

A chill ran down Xuanzhen's spine, and his resolve to hide like a turtle in a coward's shell grew stronger.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the two youthful and beautiful bodies in the bedroom, a hint of greed unconsciously showing in his eyes.

"Even if I can't regain my strength in the future, being a rich young master who spends money like water and enjoying a few decades of worldly pleasures wouldn't be so bad..."

Before he could finish speaking, a voice filled with anger and fear suddenly rang in his mind:

"You bastard! You're not my grandfather! Get out of my body right now!"

Xuanzhen's face instantly turned ferocious, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

The pupil of the left eye contracted violently, while the right eye became cloudy. The two eyes seemed to be looking in different directions, as if two consciousnesses were fiercely pulling each other within the body.

"Alas, I've actually fallen so low that I can't even control a piece of trash..."

He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse.

The next second, he suddenly raised his head, a fierce glint in his eyes, and shouted sharply:

"Shut up!"

The angry shout echoed in the air and resounded directly in my mind, like a thunderclap.

Chen Qiming's consciousness was instantly suppressed, as if he had been pressed into an abyss by a giant hand, and he could no longer make a sound.

Xuanzhen was panting heavily, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

He knew this was only temporary.

Chen Qiming was still conscious, but he forcibly suppressed it.

Once one's mental strength weakens, the opponent may retaliate at any time.

This body does not yet fully belong to him.

Xuanzhen's heart was filled with resentment and unwillingness.

If I had been in good health and had my strength intact just a day ago, how could I have ended up in such a predicament?

"Young Master Chen, what's wrong? Who were you talking to outside?"

The two women in the bedroom were awakened by the angry shout and asked lazily while rubbing their eyes.

Xuanzhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, forcibly suppressing the restlessness within him, and gave a perfunctory reply:
"It's nothing, I just had a nightmare. You guys keep sleeping, I'll be right there."

As he was speaking, he was about to get up and go back to his bedroom when a series of urgent knocks suddenly sounded on the suite door.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
"Third brother, are you alright? Open the door quickly!"

It was Chen Xu'an's voice.

Xuanzhen's heart sank suddenly, and the color drained from his face instantly, turning deathly pale once more.

In his current state, if Chen Xu'an were to recognize him as a fraud who had usurped the position, he would probably have no power to resist at all.

"Qiming! It's me, your uncle! Open the door and let us in!"

Immediately afterwards, another anxious voice rang out.

How to do?
Xuanzhen's heart pounded wildly, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

You must understand that with only this much spiritual power left, it's impossible for him to cross the dark void again and possess another target.

However, if they stay, there is a high probability that their unusual behavior will be seen through by the Chen family members who possess the ability of spiritual eyes.

After all, he had not yet completely absorbed Chen Qiming's consciousness and fully integrated with this body.

Just as he was hesitating and caught in a dilemma, a clear female voice came from outside the door:

"Oh no! I sense the evil spirit's aura is getting stronger! You guys need to act quickly!"

"Make way, make way, it's my turn to show off my skills!"

A man's voice, eager to try, rang out, tinged with excitement.

The next second, bang!
With a loud bang, the heavy wooden door of the hotel suite was kicked open.

In an instant, wood chips flew everywhere, and several figures rushed in.

Their eyes quickly locked onto Chen Qiming, who was standing in the center of the living room.

It was Fang Cheng, Lin Chuqiao, Pan Wendi, Bai Ling, and Chen Xu'an and other experts from the Chen family.

(End of this chapter)