Power and wealth bring fragrance

The moment Wei Yuan finished speaking, Zhao Gang, who had taken half a step, suddenly stopped.

The dim interrogation room light slanted down, outlining his already withered, skeletal profile. His cheekbones protruded sharply, and his skin clung tightly to his bones, devoid of the vitality and life force that a living person should possess. He looked even more sinister and terrifying, like a resurrected skeleton.

He slowly turned his head, his lifeless eyes falling back on Wei Yuan, a cold mockery surging in his eyes. A low, cold laugh echoed in the enclosed space, chilling to the bone.

"A dying person, in order to cling to life, has learned to feign supernatural abilities and spout nonsense?"

"Unfortunately, I've heard this kind of death threat far too many times in my life, and I'm already tired of it."

Faced with Zhao Gang's sarcasm and intimidation, Wei Yuan remained calm and composed, sitting upright in the interrogation chair with a clear and open gaze, showing no fear whatsoever.

"I'm not kidding you, I'm just stating the facts."

Wei Yuan's voice was calm and clear, each word distinct and resonant.

"You are suffering from five strains and seven injuries, your luck is ruined, and your karma is overwhelming. Clearly, you have committed countless evil deeds and committed countless sins throughout your life, which has long angered the Heavenly Dao."

"It's an incredible stroke of luck that you've survived until now."

"From the moment you step out of this interrogation room, you will be plagued by bad luck and disasters, and the backlash from heaven will come immediately. Whether you believe it or not is entirely up to you."

Upon hearing these words, Sun Chao, who was standing nearby, instantly flew into a rage. He immediately jumped out like a sycophant, his face flushed red, and he cursed angrily, his tone full of fawning over Zhao Gang and ruthlessness towards Wei Yuan.

"Insolence! You ignorant fool! Who is the Chairman? How dare you curse and slander him? You're about to die and you still dare to talk back. You're simply courting death!"

Wei Yuan completely ignored the aggressive Sun Chao, not even lifting his eyelids. He slowly closed his eyes, his expression indifferent, as if he were resting and too lazy to argue.

In Zhao Gang's eyes, this action was nothing more than a desperate and impotent rage.

A prisoner on the verge of death struggles nothing more than spouting wild words and cursing wildly in an attempt to disturb his mind; it is nothing but the laughable barking of a defeated dog.

Zhao Gang's mockery deepened, but his heart remained unmoved, regarding it merely as a final bluff by an ant.

He was too lazy to waste any more words, let out a cold snort, felt a chill run through his body, and turned to walk straight out of the interrogation room.

Lin Weiwei, with her sluggish figure and blank eyes, followed him silently, like a soulless puppet.

Sun Chao glared at Wei Yuan fiercely, his eyes filled with hostility and disdain. He immediately composed himself, jogged to catch up with Zhao Gang ahead, and clung to his side in a humble and obsequious manner.

As they reached the corner of the corridor, Sun Chao lowered his voice and cautiously asked, "Chairman, Zhao Xuan is still waiting in the interrogation room nearby. Do you still want to see him?"

Zhao Gang didn't stop walking, his voice as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth, full of impatience and disgust: "What use is a piece of trash who can't even handle small matters and only knows how to beg and curry favor? I'm not seeing him."

Upon hearing this, Sun Chao immediately understood, nodded in agreement, and turned to wave to the two security guards standing at the end of the corridor.

Two security guards immediately stepped forward, bowing and waiting. Sun Chao approached, lowered his voice, and whispered instructions for the follow-up matters, his expression serious.

Meanwhile, the spacious, enclosed interrogation room fell into complete silence.

In a corner unseen by those outside the door, Wei Yuan sat upright in the interrogation chair, his eyes still tightly closed, his long eyelashes motionless, but his lips moving silently.

An obscure and ancient incantation, which no one could understand, was being silently chanted and circulated in his heart.

This is precisely the secret technique passed down from the Di Ting lineage—the Severing Fate Mantra.

This technique is extremely domineering; it can sever the good fortune and protective luck of others, overturn their destiny, and reverse their own fortune.

Zhao Gang's immense karma and entrenched misfortune were already deeply rooted, and he should have already suffered a backlash from Heaven and died a violent death on the spot.

The reason he has been able to survive to this day and act with impunity is entirely due to the pure Buddhist light emanating from the Buddhist artifact in his heart, which firmly protects his destiny, suppresses endless karma, and negates all bad luck and disasters.

The Buddha's light was his only protective shield and the fundamental reliance for his survival.

Once this layer of Buddhist fortune is shattered and the protection of Buddhist light is broken, the overwhelming karma and endless bad luck that have been forcibly suppressed within him will instantly backfire on him, causing him to be plagued by disasters and misfortunes, and step by step towards a dead end.

Wei Yuan's mind was perfectly clear.

The cost of the Severing Fate Secret Incantation is extremely high. Under normal circumstances, it either consumes one's accumulated merits or reduces the precious progress of the Listening to the Truth inheritance.

Fortunately, he has recently done a lot of good deeds and accumulated a lot of merit through the power of the Di Ting (a mythical beast). The Di Ting tattoo on his chest has just accumulated a small but pure amount of merit.

At this moment, he held nothing back, igniting all of his merit and pouring it into the Severing Fate Secret Incantation.

The obscure incantations swirled rapidly in his heart, layering upon layer, and a vast, mysterious power quietly condensed.

In a short while, the secret incantation was finished.

Wei Yuan's brow twitched slightly, and a wisp of almost imperceptible golden essence burst forth from the tattoo between his brows, condensing into a blade-like, incredibly sharp golden flying knife, which silently pierced through the air.

The golden light moved at incredible speed, instantly piercing through the interrogation room door, sweeping across the long corridor, and catching up with Zhao Gang who was about to step into the elevator.

A golden blade of light, invisible to the naked eye and imperceptible to everyone, hovered an inch above Zhao Gang's head and suddenly slashed down from mid-air!

It was incredibly precise, hitting the white jade Buddha statue hanging inside Zhao Gang's clothes right in the heart.

hum!

A very faint, almost inaudible tremor quietly arose.

The next second, the white jade Buddha statue that he had worn close to his body all year round, which was lustrous and translucent, had a faint warm light, emitted a rich Buddhist light at all times, and suppressed his karma, began to lose its luster at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The warm, white jade instantly darkened, turned gray, and became murky. In a short moment, it seemed as if it had been buried underground for thousands of years, undergoing endless decay and erosion, completely losing all its luster, becoming dry, mottled, withered, and old, just like a useless piece of waste stone.

The light of Buddhism has vanished completely, not a trace remains!

At the very moment the Buddha's light completely dissipated, Zhao Gang, who was about to step into the elevator, suddenly froze.

His previously lifeless and cold eyes suddenly widened, his pupils contracted violently, and his face turned pale instantly.

A sudden, intense heart palpitation, originating from his internal organs, soul, and meridians, erupted, gripping his heart tightly. A dense, suffocating, and agonizing sensation instantly swept through his entire body, causing his blood and qi to surge and become chaotic and out of control.