During the Republic of China era, I achieved unparalleled success by returning to the past.

The page notification vanished, and an invisible wolf-hair brush wrote rusty characters again: 【Red Shark, the Strange Shark of the Abyss. Its body resembles a shark but is crimson red, its fins are adorned with silver patterns, it floats on the water at night, spitting out fire pearls, and swims with the speed of an arrow.】

Song Beiyou felt relieved; it was indeed the "Qianyuan" serum. This perfectly matched the name of the inherited mask, "Qianyuan Eight Senses," suggesting an unknown connection between the two.

A thought struck him: "There are many types of serums, so could there be corresponding types of inheritance masks?"

"Furthermore, the notice mentioned the possibility of serum mutation, indicating that serum should not be injected casually as it carries a great risk. But I can do so without any concerns!"

Song Beiyou suppressed his wildly beating heart, took off his boots, stepped onto the edge of the mahogany table, gathered his strength, grabbed the chandelier with one hand, and gently pushed upwards with the other, causing a black slit to slide open in the ceiling panel. He carefully inserted the metal tube into the pre-made plaster groove, made sure it was firmly in place, and then pushed the panel back into its original position perfectly.

After confirming one last time that there were no flaws, he locked the door and quickly went downstairs. He went to the restaurant's private room, took out a new outfit he had prepared beforehand, and quickly changed. Then, he followed the other guests who were coming down the stairs, leaving the Grand Hotel together.

The sycamore leaves rustled, a cold wind brushed against his face, the setting sun had already dipped below the treetops, and night fell like a light wisp of smoke. Song Beiyou glanced at the time: 5:15.

The Book of Impermanence makes no mention of it; the calamity still looms. At 9 PM, Su Xiaowan will die in the dance hall.

Su Xiaowan's car was rented monthly, and the driver had long been sent back. He was about to hail a rickshaw back to Colombia when a black Parker pulled up beside him. The window rolled down, and a young man with a side-parted fringe and a cigarette in his mouth smiled.

Shi Feng? Song Beiyou's clear, glassy pupils flickered slightly as he searched through Su Xiaowan's memories. This guy was actually one of her suitors.

"Xiao Wan?" Shi Feng was somewhat unsure.

Song Beiyou raised an eyebrow. "You really are a simp. You can still recognize me dressed like this." Without further ado, he opened the back door and sat down.

Shi Feng was overjoyed and quickly threw away the cigarette from his mouth. "It really is you! I saw your figure from afar, and it looked just like you." He said as he started the car, "You don't need to explain, I know you dressed like this to avoid being recognized and getting into trouble, I understand."

Seeing Shi Feng's ingratiating smile in the rearview mirror, Song Beiyou asked casually, "What are you doing here?"

"I just got off work and came here to eat with friends." Shi Feng tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, looking a little nervous.

"Oh, then you go eat, I'll take a rickshaw."

"No, no, no, I'll take you. Where are you going?" Shi Feng said hurriedly.

"Simps never get a good death." Song Beiyou cursed inwardly, but said aloud, "Send me back to Colombia."

Silence fell over the car, broken only by the hum of the engine. Song Beiyou felt a chill run down his spine; the side effects of the Autumn Cicada's Premonition were kicking in. Fortunately, the calamity occurred around nine o'clock that evening, by which time the side effects had subsided.

"Xiao Wan, I'd like to invite you to dinner tomorrow, is that alright?"

"I'm busy."

"And the day after tomorrow?"

"I don't have time either," Song Beiyou replied without even lifting his eyelids.

"Are you going to keep that kid Chang Huai'an company?!"

A wicked thought immediately formed in Song Beiyou's mind. He asked expressionlessly, "He said you've had seven women in just one year, and one of them is pregnant with your child."

Screech! Shi Feng slammed on the brakes, trembling with rage, nearly wrenching the steering wheel off his feet. "He's talking nonsense! Absolutely not! He's the playboy. Xiao Wan, you absolutely mustn't believe him!"

"Huai'an reminded me of the same thing. Never mind, are you leaving or not? If not, I'll get off."

Huai'an? She actually called him Huai'an! Shi Feng's face turned ashen: "Chang Huai'an is slandering me. I've always been serious about relationships."

Song Beiyou's face was as cold as ice, and she remained silent until the car arrived at the Columbia Nightclub. She got out of the car, slammed the door, and left, leaving Shi Feng with a cold and indifferent back view.

Returning to the suite via the quiet back stairs, I locked the door. The latch clicked shut, and only then did the tension in my heart ease slightly.

Ah Juan hasn't returned. I removed my makeup, washed my face with cold water, and felt the coolness on my skin, which made me increasingly clear-headed. I changed into my everyday clothes, sank into the sofa, and slowly began to review the events.

Did Su Xiaowan and Ajuan succeed in the original storyline? Song Beiyou reviewed the situation and concluded that if they had followed the plan, without Qiu Chan's premonition and physical enhancement, Su Xiaowan probably wouldn't have been able to handle Zhang Dabao.

Could it be that after she and A-Juan returned from their failed mission, their godmother, who controlled them, sent people to eliminate them? Su Xiaowan had long harbored the desire to break free from control.

Since there's one Ah Juan in this dance hall, it's hard to say there might be more Ah Juans.

The night outside the window was as dark as ink; through the glass, the colorful neon lights across the street appeared as blurry specks. Car horns blared incessantly.

"Sister Su, are you there?" Song Beiyou suddenly looked up, his sharp gaze fixed on the doorway.

"Oh dear, you scared me! I thought you weren't here. The night show's starting, time to go on stage!" A woman in a bright red cheongsam patted her chest.

Song Beiyou tapped his forehead: "It's Ahe, I'll go right now."

Inside the ballroom, crystal chandeliers cast dappled light, while five-colored rotating lights spun out neon ribbons. The scent of perfume, the aroma of alcohol, and the lingering melodies of the saxophone, combined with the beat of the jazz drums, created an enchanting and dreamlike atmosphere.

Song Beiyou sat in a secluded booth on the second floor, his pupils contracting. This was the place where the scene appeared in the Book of Impermanence. He tightened his cashmere coat and shrank into the shadows of the booth.

"Xiao Wan, what are you doing here? You should go change into your performance outfit." The manager, dressed in a suit, came over, his small mustache giving him a shrewd look.

"I'm not feeling well, so I'd like to be a spectator tonight."

The manager frowned slightly, then nodded and said, "You don't look well. I heard there was some trouble at the Fugui Hotel. Are you alright?"

Song Beiyou shook his head: "I don't know, Juan and I went shopping."

"It's good that everything's alright. You can sing the final song then. Otherwise, the guests will go crazy." The manager glanced at the guests in the ballroom, all dressed in suits and smoking Hademen cigarettes.

"Alright," Song Beiyou had no choice but to evade the question.

Inside the dance hall, energetic songs and dances took turns on stage.

Suddenly the music changed. "Next, please welcome Ms. Qinghe, Ms. Su Xiaowan's close sister, to sing 'Night Fragrance'."

A woman dressed in a brocade cheongsam adorned with shimmering sequins, like a mermaid, gracefully walked onto the stage, leaning on the railing.

A languid song filled the dance hall: "The south wind blows cool, the nightingale sings..."

Song Beiyou was momentarily dazed, then raised his wrist to check the time; it was exactly nine o'clock.

Colorful lights swirl around, and the red wine glows like rainbows.

A familiar figure walked over gracefully, carrying a fruit platter.

"Sister, why are you hiding here? I looked for you for a long time after I came back. The manager told me." Juan's bright eyes shone with excitement.

The moment Song Beiyou had a thought, Qiu Chan sensed it first, and it was no coincidence that A-Juan had come looking for him. His perception of the scenery before him immediately became sharp and precise, and he smiled slightly: "When did you get back?"