Power and wealth bring fragrance

In the deathly silent stairwell, Zhao Gang stared intently at Lin Weiwei in front of him, his heart pounding in his chest, his nerves stretched to the limit, and he even deliberately held his breath.

The next second, Lin Weiwei, who had been deathly still and dull, suddenly became strange.

Her usually expressionless, numb, and stiff face suddenly began to twitch, her skin and flesh trembling uncontrollably from her cheekbones to her eyebrows and eyes. The tiny tremors sent chills down one's spine.

His once relaxed brows were now tightly furrowed, a deep crease forming between them, as if he were enduring an invisible, intangible, yet bone-deep pain.

This pain was unspeakable and unventable, it could only be suppressed within her body, tormenting her until her body was slightly hunched.

Her face also lost its color rapidly, turning from its original warm and fair complexion to a pale and ashen one, and finally to a lifeless gray-white, as if some invisible force was rapidly draining the life force from her body.

Immediately afterward, her frail body began to tremble uncontrollably, from her fingertips to her shoulders and back, and then to her limbs and bones. Layers of fine tremors piled up, and she swayed precariously, as if she would collapse completely at any moment.

The scene that made Zhao Gang's pupils shrink and his mind shake was the most shocking.

The white jade Buddha statue in Lin Weiwei's palm, which had just been completely gray, dull, withered, and lifeless like a stubborn stone, slowly began to radiate a faint, lustrous light.

The soft, shimmering light broke through the gloomy, lifeless aura surrounding the jade-like surface, gradually flowing and lingering there.

As Lin Weiwei's face grew paler and her body trembled more violently, the light emanating from the Buddha statue became clearer and stronger.

Like a spark spreading across a prairie fire, layers upon layers cover the entire pendant, slowly nourishing the originally decayed and dry jade body, giving it a long-lost warm and smooth texture.

One withers, the other flourishes; one dies, the other prospers—the contrast is bizarre to the extreme.

This pendant seemed to be forcibly pulling something away from Lin Weiwei.

At this moment, Zhao Gang felt a chill run down his spine, and his blood surged violently. The extreme shock and ecstasy crashed against his soul, almost crushing all his previous fear.

His eyes were wide open, staring intently at the incredible spectacle before him, his teeth clenched tightly, desperately trying to suppress the roar that threatened to burst from his throat.

Yes! That's it!

The Buddha didn't lie to him!

This pendant truly possesses such incredible power!

A jumble of memories burst forth from my thoughts in an instant, surging out uncontrollably.

He acquired this white jade Buddha statue by chance three years ago during a trip to the Northwest.

At that time, he went out to relax and accidentally entered a dilapidated and desolate ancient temple hidden deep in the mountains. It seemed to be in ruins and with few incense offerings, but it claimed to be the ancestral temple of Tantric Buddhism and had an extraordinary heritage.

At that time, Zhao Gang was still confident in his good fortune and never believed in ghosts, gods, fortune, or the blessings of magic objects. He regarded them as just gimmicks of an ordinary ancient temple.

On that particular day, he was in a good mood and generously donated a large sum of money as a form of entertainment.

Unexpectedly, the abbot of the temple, an old monk with a thin face and a profound expression, insisted on giving him the white jade pendant.

The old monk's words were profound and mysterious; every word still echoes in my ears.

It is said that this is a supreme sacred object personally sculpted and consecrated by eminent monks. Wearing it can ward off all evil, suppress bad luck, stabilize one's fortune, and protect one's peace.

He also secretly passed on a set of bewitching magic techniques, saying that the most exquisite aspect of this pendant is that one can find a woman whose birth date and time are compatible and keep her by one's side. He would use secret methods to bind her soul and bewitch her destiny, forcibly plunder the woman's fortune and vitality, and continuously enhance the pendant's power, which would then nourish himself and protect the wearer's destiny, ensuring a smooth life and protection from all misfortunes.

When he first obtained the magical artifacts and secret techniques, he was still skeptical, thinking they were just folk magic tricks and empty talk.

It wasn't until he found a woman whose birth chart matched his and tried the method that he truly witnessed its terrifying and bizarre nature.

No matter how intelligent, quick-witted, or resilient a woman may be, once she is entangled in a secret spell, her soul will be instantly controlled and her mind stripped away. As if under an unsolvable curse, she will become dull, rigid, numb, and stupid, completely reduced to a puppet without a self, blindly obeying his orders, and her remaining life will be controlled and driven by him.

Having witnessed such miraculous effects firsthand, Zhao Gang was completely convinced that he had encountered a reclusive master and obtained an unparalleled opportunity.

But when he returned to the deep mountains afterward, wanting to pay his respects and seek more opportunities, the dilapidated ancient temple had vanished into thin air, leaving no trace in the deep mountains, as if it had never existed. This left him with a long-standing regret and a lingering sense of unease.

Since then, the white jade Buddha statue has never left his side, and he has never taken it off for many years.

It was precisely because of the pendant's protection and the blessing of the secret magic that, despite committing countless evils and making many enemies, he was still able to act with impunity and enjoy good fortune, turning misfortune into good luck and disaster into blessing time and time again.

Having tasted success, Zhao Gang never stopped searching. For many years, he secretly sought out women whose birth dates and times were compatible with his, keeping them by his side to nurture the pendant and continuously replenish its spiritual power, thus stabilizing his own fortune.

When Zhao Xuan sent Lin Weiwei to his side, he immediately determined that Lin Weiwei's birth chart was very compatible with the secret method, making her an excellent vessel for nurturing.

What truly moved him, leading him to go to great lengths to help Zhao Xuan and his determination to take revenge on Liu Xiangrong, was that Liu Xiangrong's birth date and time were also a perfect match!

One person is already excellent, but two complement each other even more, enough to increase the pendant's power several times over, protecting him for decades to come, ensuring his good fortune and freedom from disasters and difficulties.

To this end, he spared no effort in using his connections and influence to pave the way for Zhao Xuan and to take revenge on Liu Xiangrong, all in order to control these two women whose destinies were compatible and use them for his own purposes and for the pendant.

But he never expected that something he thought he could easily handle would cause such a big twist.

Even now, in the interrogation room, Wei Yuan's words decide his life or death. Then, the elevator crashes and the stairs collapse, two deadly disasters follow one after another. The pendant completely turns to dust and becomes ineffective. He is driven to the brink of despair and is in a life-or-death situation.

With no other options, he had no choice but to take a desperate gamble and risk using the forbidden technique the old monk had mentioned. He forced Lin Weiwei, whose fate was compatible with his, to hold the pendant tightly against her body, thus temporarily depleting her life force and overall fortune in order to forcibly repair the magical artifact and reverse the crisis.

He had never tried such a forced extraction method before, and he was filled with trepidation, fearing that improper operation would backfire and lead to his death.

But now, witnessing the strange change unfold before his eyes and seeing the pendant regain its brilliance, all of Zhao Gang's trepidation, doubts, and anxieties vanished completely, leaving him feeling utterly at ease.

It's done! It really is done!

The suppressed ecstasy exploded within him, overshadowing the excruciating pain of broken bones and torn flesh, making him almost burst into laughter.

In just a few breaths, the situation was completely settled.

The last trace of color drained from Lin Weiwei's face, leaving her ashen-faced, her lips pale and cracked, and her trembling abruptly stopped.

She suddenly rolled her eyes, her body went limp, and she fell straight forward, completely unconscious.

The white jade Buddha statue she held tightly in her palm had completely shed its withered and lifeless appearance.

The warm white light quietly surrounded the jade, and all the mottled and dryness on the surface disappeared, revealing a smooth and translucent texture again.

Compared to its peak state, its luster is still slightly dim, but it has completely shed its state of being a useless stone and has regained its power to protect its master.

Zhao Gang didn't even glance at Lin Weiwei, but stared intently at the newly revitalized white jade pendant. The fear in his eyes completely vanished, replaced by extreme joy and relief at surviving a disaster!

He won this gamble!