The Young Matriarch

Chapter 255: Chapter 255: Using Fingers as the Pen, the Void as Paper
 

Bai Chuwei raised her right hand slightly, and the tip of her index finger condensed a hazy white energy, making everyone around her eyes widen in amazement. A true powerhouse!

Upon hearing about the resurgence of spiritual energy in China over the past twenty years, the old master Duan Family had never witnessed it with his own eyes until now. Even though he had lived for over seventy years, he was shocked enough to break out in a cold sweat.

Using her finger as a brush, and the void as her canvas.

Bai Chuwei’s fingers swiftly moved through the air, characters leaving white afterimages as they formed. Then, with a resounding slap, she released the Thousand-Mile Tracking Talisman from her hand, and it flew away immediately.

Duan Xingye smacked his lips, muttering “awesome” to himself over and over. He had seen people draw talismans before, but never someone drawing them out of thin air.

He wondered if Weiwei was still taking on followers; he really wanted to be one.

As Duan Xingye thought this, he suddenly looked at Duan Feihan with a gaze full of envy.

Previously, Weiwei had wanted to take his Fourth Uncle as a follower. Fourth Uncle truly didn’t know how blessed he was. He wanted to be a follower but didn’t know if he even had the chance.

Bai Chuwei retracted her hand and said with a slight smile, “Just wait.”

The ancestors don’t wait overnight to take revenge; tonight, your boxed meal will be warmed up ready for you—no need to thank me.

The crowd fell silent, watching the girl on the sofa leisurely drinking tea.

In the night, Tong Yunrou sat in a taxi heading to the port, constantly looking around nervously and glancing at her phone from time to time.

Everything seemed normal, and there weren’t any cars following her.

Tong Yunrou let out a sigh of relief. It seemed that Bai Chuwei was all thunder and no rain.

She was betting that Bai Chuwei wouldn’t dare do anything to public transport. There were initially estimated to be over eight hundred passengers on board the cruise ship from Haicheng to Europe.

Would Bai Chuwei dare to harm ordinary people?

She would be in a bad position to explain herself when the time came!

A phone call rang out piercingly. As soon as Tong Yunrou picked up, she heard her niece Tong Qingyan’s exhausted voice, “Auntie, where have you gone? Do you know how many reporters have come and surrounded the area near our home?”

Now the whole Tong Family was living together in a small house, unlike the big villa they had before, utterly unable to defend against those people!

Tong Qingyan’s grandfather and father couldn’t cook, and she herself had never bothered with kitchen chores; the three at home were so starved they had to order takeout.

The result was that the delivery boy turned out to be a reporter, and just earlier, they had caused a commotion in the house. Yet, the person involved, Tong Yunrou, was nowhere to be seen.

Tong Yunrou naturally wouldn’t admit she had gone out to avoid the limelight and could only come up with an excuse that she was out to take a breath of fresh air.

Clutching her phone and hiding under the living room curtain, Tong Qingyan stole a glance outside the window and saw that a bunch of reporters was still gathered around. She quickly retracted her head and spoke, “Auntie, make sure you come back soon. We can’t hold on much longer.”

If the group of reporters couldn’t find Tong Yunrou, they would definitely come for them.

Tong Yunrou hung up the phone and let out a long sigh.

How could she dare go back now?

To wait to be caught and bullied by Bai Chuwei?

Tong Yunrou looked out the car window and noticed that they were finally approaching the port. Once she boarded the cruise ship, she would be completely worry-free.

The car came to a stop, and Tong Yunrou, trying to contain her excitement, opened the car door. Suddenly, she froze completely.

The view outside… why did it look slightly different from what she had seen just before? And it was eerily familiar as if it was… the Duan Family’s traditional Chinese garden villa?

No… how could that be possible? She was clearly taking a taxi to the port.

Tong Yunrou’s heart began to panic involuntarily, unsure if she should get out of the car. A lazy voice came from the lit villa, “Miss Tong, you have arrived, why not come out of the car and get your boxed meal?”