The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 288: 277 Embrace Each Other, Tormenting the Scum【2 Updates】

His words were casual, with a hint of laughter in his voice, apparently without any threat.

But they still conveyed the pressure of death.

He said he could do it.

Nie Yi jolted, following him out, “Yunshen, you…”

He didn’t finish his sentence.

Fu Yunshen didn’t take a car; instead, he pulled out a deep blue helmet, put it on, and started the motorcycle parked at the doorway.

It was a Suzuki GSX-R1000, capable of speeds up to 289 km/h, faster than the average car.

Especially since it was also equipped with floating dual discs, which meant strong braking capabilities.

Nie Yi didn’t manage to say another word.

With a “Vroom” sound, the motorcycle was already speeding away.

In a few seconds, it was out of sight.

Nie Yi’s brows furrowed as he pulled out his phone and made a call.

On the other end of the phone, the squad leader spoke with a serious tone, “Boss?”

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Nie Yi’s voice grew heavy, “Get a car ready, and head to the Di Wu Family immediately.”

The squad leader instantly realized something urgent had happened, as Nie Yi rarely spoke in that tone.

“Boss, I’m on it.”

Nie Yi slowly exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

The capital had indeed become increasingly unstable over the past two years.

**

The Di Wu Family.

The ancestral home.

The west courtyard.

A few servants with cold expressions said, “Go in, don’t make the Second Master wait.”

Ying Zijin lifted her head, took a quick glance at the courtyard, and let her eyelashes fall.

Then, she followed the servants into the house on the right.

The Di Wu Family’s ancestral mansion still retained buildings from the Ming Dynasty, but the items inside were modern.

There were computers and air conditioning.

“Wait, Mo will be back in a moment,” Di Wu Hui said indifferently, “Don’t even think about running. If you leave, I’ll use Di Wu Yue as a shield.”

“Use me as a shield from disaster—” Ying Zijin coughed lightly, “You might want to see if your daughter has the luck for that.”

“Whether my daughter has luck, I don’t know,” Di Wu Hui looked down upon her, “but you definitely will run out of it, that much I can assure.”

Ying Zijin looked at the handcuffs on her wrist, as well as the blood seeping out, “Di Wu Shaoqing’s method, you’re still using it?”

At the mention of that name, Di Wu Hui’s brow twitched violently, his expression changing, “What do you know?”

Di Wu Shaoqing belonged to his ancestral generation.

He had been dead for three hundred years.

But this method of averting disaster was indeed passed down from his family line.

When he Entered the Path, his father had also found another person with Divination Talent to take the disaster for him.

So, the Five Defects and Three Flaws, he did not have.

He would not be punished for spying into the secrets of heaven either.

Di Wu Hui did not want Di Wu Mo to suffer from the Five Defects and Three Flaws, so he had planned early on to find someone to shield her from disaster.

It’s just unfortunate that after all this time, he had found no one.

If it weren’t for Di Wu Yue bringing a stranger back today, he would have already decided to use someone from the Di Wu Family directly.

“Of course I know,” Ying Zijin’s tone remained calm, “I also know that he initially wanted to use my disciple to avert disaster.”

She remembered Di Wu Shaoqing because of Di Wu Shao Xian.

Just as there are evils among the Hypnotists, so there are among the Diviners.

It’s just that she usually couldn’t be bothered with other people’s business and hadn’t looked into where Di Wu Shaoqing got this method.

Di Wu Hui’s expression changed back and forth, scoffing, “Nonsense!”

He thought this girl had gone mad, spouting utter nonsense.

A disciple?

Then he must be the founding Ancestor of the Di Wu Clan.

Di Wu Hui was thoroughly impatient, he stood up, took the girl’s shoulders firmly, and ordered a servant, “Bring the golden thread.”

The servant quickly retrieved it from a cabinet and handed over a coil of golden thread.

“See this? But you probably don’t recognize it.” Di Wu Hui took it, sneering, “Now, I’m going to thread this gold wire through several vital points on your body.”

As he spoke, he took out a length of it, shook his head with utter disdain, “What a pity, you don’t even have the strength to resist me.”

“Hmm, I did say,” Ying Zijin looked at the golden thread casually, her phoenix eyes even curving up slightly, her demeanor graceful, “using me to avert disaster, your daughter will lose her life.”

“Still being defiant?” Di Wu Hui sneered again, “Today I’m going to make sure you lose your life first!”

He increased the pressure on the girl’s shoulders and with the other hand, aimed to thread the golden wire through a vital point on her shoulder.

But just then, the tightly shut door was kicked open.

Di Wu Hui’s hand trembled, and he violently turned around, “Who? Who dares…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence.

A cold object pressed against his forehead.

It was a gun.

Di Wu Hui’s body shuddered, and cold sweat seeped out on his forehead.

He was just a diviner, not an ancient martial artist.

Not to mention firearms, even cold weapons like swords and knives would injure him if he touched them.

Only a few elders in the Ancient Martial World could cultivate to the level where swords could not pierce their bodies.

How could someone with a gun barge into the ancestral home of the Di Wu Clan?!

How did they get in?

The person holding the gun was none other than Yun Shan, who had come along.

Following Fu Yunshen’s instructions, he restrained Di Wu Hui, “Whose life do you want to end today?”

Ying Zijin took a slow breath before raising her head, her complexion still very pale, and said softly, “You’ve come.”

It was as if she had found something to rely on, and her body relaxed.

With this relaxation, the strength she had been forcing herself to maintain was also released, and she fainted instantly.

Fu Yunshen’s eyes changed as he caught her before she collapsed, his arms suddenly tightening.

He had seen her in a state of weakness before.

The last time, after she treated Old Master Fu, she had also been weak to the point of losing consciousness.

But this kind of weakness was new to him.

Fu Yunshen raised his hand, slowly wiping the blood from her wrist, his peach blossom eyes filled with nothing but icy coldness.

But he didn’t look at Di Wu Hui. Instead, he wrapped Ying Zijin up in his coat and walked out the door.

The immense pressure also dissipated, leaving Di Wu Hui slumped on the ground.

By the time he came to his senses, his body was already soaked with cold sweat.

What…what kind of person was that?

He wanted to move, but the cold muzzle of the gun was still pressing against his forehead.

Di Wu Hui believed that if he dared to resist, he would most certainly be killed.

“Dare to lay a hand on Miss Ying, looking to die,” Yun Shan scoffed coldly, “Kneel down. If Miss Ying suffers even the slightest, ten of your lives wouldn’t be enough to compensate!”

**

Footsteps sounded again ten minutes later.

Someone had returned.

Hearing this, Di Wu Hui couldn’t help but shiver, trembling uncontrollably.

When he looked up, he saw a man in a black silk shirt approaching.

A pair of slender peach blossom eyes, a face that could topple kingdoms.

A natural-born seducer of souls.

It was almost unheard of for a man to be as stunning as him.

But Di Wu Hui had no desire to admire the man’s beauty; he only felt fear.

“Who are you?”

Di Wu Hui had not seen Fu Yunshen, either in the capital or within the Ancient Martial World.

He gritted his teeth, “Dare to meddle with Di Wu Hui’s matters?!”

Fu Yunshen still ignored him.

He glanced up, sweeping his peach blossom eyes around the room at the four servants.

Yun Shan understood.

He kicked Di Wu Hui to the ground first; then with a swift burst of inner strength, he struck at the four servants.

Without any chance to resist, these four servants, who had cultivated in the Ancient Martial World, were down on the ground, obviously lifeless.

Di Wu Hui looked at Yun Shan in disbelief, “You…you’re from the Ancient Martial World too?!”

He knew the skill level of his servants. How could they be taken down in mere seconds?

Yun Shan didn’t answer but simply said to Fu Yunshen, “Young Master, it’s done.”

“You’re insane!” Di Wu Hui sweated even more, “You dare to kill within the Di Wu Family? Do you no longer wish to stay in the capital?!”

However, just as he finished speaking, his breath hitched.

A hand grabbed his head, locking his throat directly.

There was a “snap”, the sound of breaking bones.

Di Wu Hui screamed miserably, the sound heartbreakingly shrill.

Fu Yunshen looked at him, “Who was it you wanted dead just now?”

“You dare?” Di Wu Hui was in excruciating pain, “You dare touch me? I have a contract with the Lin Family. If I die, you’re finished too!”

The Lin Family was a clan within the Ancient Martial World.

Not to be underestimated.

Di Wu Hui did not believe there was anyone who would dare to oppose the Lin Family.

Then he heard the man laugh lightly, relaxed and with a deep timbre.

As if the tones of a qin were slowly flowing.

Di Wu Hui’s heart suddenly tightened.

He shivered as he looked up, barely able to breathe, his face turning blue and purple.

“Just kidding,” Fu Yunshen stepped on Di Wu Hui’s hand, “I crippled you, killed your people, and I can destroy the Di Wu Clan too.”

His lips curled up, his smile cold, “You can see if the Lin Family, or the entire capital, dares to tell me no.”