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As Zhou Xingxing watched her swaying, dangerous figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if he had just been pulled out of the water, his shirt soaked with cold sweat.
"My god... this woman must be a demon in disguise..." He leaned on the sofa and muttered to Long Yan, "Master, I don't think I'll live more than three days! You absolutely have to sleep outside my door tonight and stand guard for me!"
Long "747" Yan ignored his wails and began to survey the luxurious, palatial villa. His gaze did not linger on the priceless antiques or famous paintings, but rather penetrated the material appearance to sense the "qi" of the entire mansion.
He sensed that beneath the opulent gold and splendor lingered a chilling aura of resentment and death. And that faint, malevolent energy seemed to originate from a room on the second floor.
Meanwhile, after a brief period of panic, Stephen Chow is attracted by the luxury of the mansion and begins his chaotic "first experience as a tycoon".
His first challenge came from the luxurious bathroom in the master bedroom, which was almost the size of the living room. When he saw the smart toilet, supposedly imported from Germany and covered with dozens of buttons and an LCD screen, he was completely dumbfounded.
"Damn, it's just going to the toilet, why is it like flying a spaceship?"
He randomly pressed the button that looked the most appealing to him, the one with the "spray" icon.
The next second, a powerful jet of water, like a fire hose, shot out of the toilet and accurately hit Zhou Xingxing's buttocks, who hadn't even had time to take off his pants!
"what--!!!"
A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, echoed throughout the villa. Zhou Xingxing was propelled into the air by the immense force, tracing a pathetic arc before finally crashing onto the soft wool carpet with a thud, soaked to the bone like a drowned rat.
Xiao Long and Chou Pi Wen, who rushed over upon hearing the commotion, laughed so hard they rolled on the ground.
Stephen Chow's troubles are far from over.
He changed into a loose silk robe, like Wang Baiwan, wanting to emulate the tycoons in movies who stroll around their mansions, admire the artwork on the walls, and cultivate an aristocratic air.
He walked up to an abstract oil painting with vibrant colors and chaotic lines, put his hands behind his back, raised his head, and pretended to be profound, then loudly commented: "Hmm...not bad! This painting has powerful brushstrokes and bold colors! Especially these downward lines, which are full of a decadent and angry sense of power, profoundly expressing the artist's criticism of social reality! It's a masterpiece!"
He was speaking animatedly, spittle flying everywhere, when the old butler, wiping the vases nearby, quietly reminded him in a emotionless voice:
"Sir, you've hung this painting upside down."
Zhou Xingxing's voice stopped abruptly. He saw the butler point to the artist's name signed downwards in the corner of the picture frame, and his face flushed red to the roots of his ears.
Dinner time was the peak of his suffering.
The long dining table was laden with all sorts of high-end dishes that he had only ever seen on television and had never tasted before. French-style baked snails, Russian caviar, slow-cooked veal cheeks... each dish was accompanied by at least three or four knives and forks of different sizes.
Judy Tom sat in the main seat, watching him with great interest, as if she were watching an interesting stage play.
Zhou Xingxing was so nervous he didn't know what to do with his hands. He looked at the plate of dark caviar in front of him, then at the delicate seashell spoon, hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth, imitating how he usually ate salted fish, picked up a large clump with his chopsticks, and stuffed it directly into his mouth...
"Ptooey! Ptooey! Why is it so salty and fishy!" He spat it out on the spot, causing the servants around him to suppress their laughter.
A sneer curled at the corner of Tang Judy's lips.
“Sir,” Long Yan once again calmly intervened, “what you mean is that the ‘fishy’ taste of this caviar represents the greed, anger, and ignorance of the world, while the ‘salty’ taste represents the blood and tears of all living beings. You tasted the suffering of the world and felt unbearable pain, which is why you could not swallow it. This is the realm of great compassion.”
He spoke with such seriousness that Xiao Long couldn't help but burst out laughing, but quickly covered his mouth under Long Yan's glare.
Stephen Chow quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes! That's exactly what I meant! It's too painful! All living beings are suffering too much!"
Dinner ended in an extremely awkward and eerie atmosphere. Zhou Xingxing felt as if he wasn't eating, but rather undergoing a tribulation. He was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and felt that if he stayed any longer, he might die young from a nervous breakdown.
In the dead of night, he lay on his luxurious bed, large enough to sleep seven or eight people, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. He had a feeling that the witch named Judy Tom might float in through the crack in the door at any moment and pierce his neck with that invisible icicle.
Finally, he could no longer bear the fear. He scrambled to Long Yan's room next door, clung to Long Yan's leg, and wailed with tears and snot streaming down his face:
"Master! Help! I can't sleep alone! Please, meditate in my room tonight! The aura of Buddha around you can ward off evil!"
Looking at this unseemly "billionaire," and then thinking of the cold and aloof female hostess, Long Yan sighed deeply once again.
He felt that the "spiritual practice" in this place was even more... "tempering and refining of character" than he had imagined.
Chapter 256 The Widow's Allure
After the first day of his "rich man's experience," filled with disaster and terror, Zhou Xingxing was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He insisted that Long Yan sit in meditation and keep watch outside his bedroom door, as if only in this way could the thin door separate the enchanting female owner outside the bedroom and the unseen murderous intent lurking in the shadows.
The night was eerily quiet.
The chirping of insects outside the villa mingled with the distant sound of waves crashing against the rocks, creating a soothing nocturne. However, Zhou Xingxing was wide awake. Wrapped in an expensive silk quilt, he stared intently at the doorknob like a startled rabbit, afraid it would turn silently.
"It's alright, it's alright..." he kept telling himself, "She's just a woman, not Sadako... Besides, there's a master outside the door, bathed in Buddha's light, impervious to all evil..."
Just as he was muttering to himself, a calm and unwavering voice came from the tiny, rice-grain-sized, police-made communicator in his left ear.
“My friend, your heart is beating too fast and your breathing is disordered. You have committed a major taboo for practitioners—'attachment to appearances'. If you do not calm your mind, you may attract inner demons.”
"I have inner demons?! I'm practically meeting the King of Hell now!" Zhou Xingxing lowered his voice and wailed into the microphone hidden under his pillow, "Master, you don't know, the way that woman looked at me was like she was looking at a plate of sweet and sour pork ready to be cooked! I felt like she might float in at any moment and ask me if I wanted it braised or steamed!"
Long Yan sighed, fell silent, and began to recite the Heart Sutra in a low voice. The steady and powerful sutra, transmitted through the communicator, actually calmed Zhou Xingxing's wildly beating heart slightly.
He yawned, a wave of drowsiness washing over him. Just as his eyelids were drooping and he was about to drift off to sleep—
"Squeak-"
A barely perceptible sound came from the doorway. The bedroom door was slowly pushed open from the outside.
Stephen Chow's sleepiness vanished instantly in fright! He sprang up from the bed, every hair on his body standing on end!
A graceful figure, bathed in moonlight, silently entered.
It's Tom Judy.
She changed out of her black evening gown and into a sheer, translucent silk nightgown. Soft moonlight filtered through the fabric, perfectly outlining her curvaceous and mature figure. A rich and alluring perfume instantly filled the air.
"Darling, are you still awake?" Her voice, languid yet deadly allure, echoed in the quiet night. "I couldn't sleep alone, so I came over... to check on you."
She walked step by step toward the large bed. Every step was graceful and charming.
Chow Sing-hung was so frightened that he scrambled to the corner of the bed, wrapped himself up in the blanket like a silkworm cocoon, and only his terrified eyes were visible.
"You...you...you...don't come any closer!" he stammered, his voice trembling. "I...I'm not feeling well today! The doctor said I...I need to rest! I can't...I can't do any strenuous exercise!"
Judy Tang observed his paranoid demeanor, a barely perceptible hint of mockery and amusement flashing in her eyes. She didn't stop, but sat down directly on the edge of the bed.
The soft mattress sank slightly under her weight, and Zhou Xingxing felt his heart sink along with it.
"It's just a chat, why are you so nervous?" She stretched out her slender fingers and gently brushed her long hair aside, the unintentional movement exuding endless charm. "We... are husband and wife after all, aren't we?"
She leaned closer, and the warm, fragrant scent almost sprayed onto Stephen Chow's face.
“Tell me, darling,” she whispered seductively, her voice like a devil’s, “the blue tie I gave you on our wedding anniversary, do you… do you remember how I helped you put it on?”
This is a deadly test!
Stephen Chow's brain went completely blank! How would he know anything about blue ties! Even "The Rich Man's Quick Guide" doesn't cover this kind of detail!
"I...I..." he stammered, cold sweat pouring down his forehead like a waterfall.
In despair, he remembered his only lifeline. He buried his head in the pillow, and into the microphone, in a breathy, almost sobbing voice, he cried out for help:
"Master! Help! The demoness... the demoness is interrogating me! She's asking me about this lousy tie! How am I supposed to know?! Think of something quick! If I don't, she's going to take my life right here and drain my yang energy!"
There was a two-second silence on the other end of the communicator.
Then came Long Yan's voice, which remained calm but seemed to carry a hint of helplessness.
"Tell her that you burned that tie. Because blue is an unlucky color for you this year, and it's against your taboo."
Stephen Chow felt like he'd been granted a pardon. He immediately looked up, mustered his courage, and shouted at Judy Tang, "That tie! I...I burned it! Because blue is my unlucky color this year! It violated my taboo! A master...oh no, a highly virtuous monk told me!"
A flicker of surprise crossed Judy's eyes. She clearly hadn't expected such an unexpected yet seemingly irrefutable answer.
But she didn't give up. Instead, a more dangerous smile crept onto her lips.
"Really? Then... tell me again, the name of the French restaurant where we had our first date... you should remember, right?"
Stephen Chow's face immediately fell again.
He buried his head in the pillow again, letting out a cry for help even more desperately than before:
"Master! Here she comes again! She asked again! This time it's about a French restaurant! What do I do?! I don't know the answer to this question."
This midnight, erotic yet terrifying deadly question and answer session was a million times more terrifying for Stephen Chow than facing an entire gang of ruthless criminals.
Chapter 257 Dragon Flame's Fortune Telling: Madam, You're a Husband-Killing Beast!
Just as Stephen Chow was being driven to the brink of a mental breakdown by Judy Tom's alluring questions, and was about to close his eyes and let her do as she pleased—
"Boom, boom, boom."
A series of rhythmic, moderate knocks suddenly broke the suffocatingly intimate atmosphere in the bedroom.
Judy's red lips, which were about to touch Zhou Xingxing's, froze in mid-air. She frowned slightly, a hint of annoyance at being interrupted flashing in her eyes, and coldly asked the doorway, "Who is it?"
"Madam, it is I, Long Yan."
A calm, emotionless voice came from outside the door.
The moment Stephen Chow heard that voice, he was overwhelmed with emotion, tears welling up in his eyes. He felt as if he had heard heavenly music. His savior! His savior had finally arrived!
"What's the matter so late?" Judy's tone was clearly impatient.
“This concerns your life and safety, it’s extremely important, I must come in.” Long Yan’s tone left no room for argument. Without waiting for Tang Judy’s consent, he pushed open the slightly ajar door.
He was still dressed in simple casual clothes, holding a string of Buddhist prayer beads in his hand, and slowly walked in. His gaze did not linger on Judy Tang's sexy and revealing nightgown for even a fraction of a second, but instead fell directly on Stephen Chow, who was "breathing in disarray," and his brows furrowed slightly.
"Just as I expected." He shook his head, looking as if he had no idea.
Judy Tang watched the uninvited bodyguard with great interest. She released her arms from around Stephen Chow, crossed her arms, leaned against the headboard, and asked with a cold smile, "Oh? Mr. Long, I'd like to hear about my husband's life and safety..."
Long Yan did not answer her immediately. He stretched out two fingers, made a few gestures in the air, then closed his eyes, did some calculations, and muttered incantations.
“Midnight has passed, and the yin energy is at its peak. Just now, I observed the celestial phenomena and saw that black energy swirled above the master's destiny palace, revealing ominous stars. Furthermore, this house is filled with resentment, a place of great misfortune.” He opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as lightning, staring directly at Tang Judy. “And you, Madam, your destiny is water, specifically yin water. Being in the same room with the master at this moment will only intensify his murderous aura and calamity. If you do not separate now, within three quarters of an hour, the master will surely suffer a bloody disaster!”
He spoke with utmost seriousness and solemnity, and his otherworldly demeanor made him seem even more professional and convincing than Hong Kong's most famous feng shui masters.
Zhou Xingxing listened in stunned silence, his admiration for Long Yan flowing like a mighty river. This lie was so perfectly crafted, flawless and impeccable! He quickly nodded in agreement, clutching his chest and feigning a pained expression as if he were about to pass away.
For the first time, a look of astonishment appeared on Judy's face. She had spent years in high society and had seen countless men approach her under various pretexts. Some were armed with money, some with power, and some feigned profundity, but someone like Long Yan, who directly used "feng shui metaphysics" and "life and safety" as reasons to forcibly interrupt her plans, was truly unprecedented.
The reason is so absurd, yet...it's impossible to refute. Especially in Hong Kong, a society that deeply believes in feng shui and fortune-telling, the wealthier the family, the more superstitious they are.
“You mean,” Tom Judy’s eyes gleamed with a dangerous yet playful light, “that I will bring death to my husband?”
“Madam, you are too kind.” Long Yan shook his head and calmly corrected him, “It is not ‘resistance’ but ‘clash.’ It is a combination of the influence of time, direction, and energy. This matter has nothing to do with love, but only with life and death. If Madam truly cares about the master, please leave this room immediately. Tonight, this humble monk will be here to chant sutras and pray for the master, using yang energy to suppress evil energy and help the master overcome this calamity.”
As he spoke, he solemnly performed a Buddhist salute to Tang Judy.
Judy looked at the "charlatan" spouting nonsense with a straight face, then at her "husband" on the bed, nodding repeatedly and practically begging to get rid of her. She suddenly realized this game was more interesting than she'd imagined.
She was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled. That smile was like a night-blooming cereus blooming in the dark, breathtakingly beautiful.