Chapter 64 Part 2
Su Chenyu’s face fell, he hadn’t realized his brother harbored such resentment. No wonder it was so easy for him to get those cruise tickets, that was the reason.
“I told our parents, and they rewrote the will three months ago, fifty-fifty for both of us, it’s notarized.”
His brother was stunned, “Impossible!”
Su Chenyu, his heart heavy, picked up the scale he had plucked, tears welling up, “Turn yourself in, to the Special Events Management Bureau.”
He wasn’t worried that his brother would run, there was no escaping karma.
Su Chenyu looked at the scale in his hand, tinged with blood, a shattered dream of a merman prince, twenty years of brotherhood gone.
The Dream Cruise passengers arrived in Nan Nuo village and, being mostly young people, immediately started exploring, Chengde Medical Clinic a popular destination.
Following the village chief’s instructions, the villagers had decorated their homes with lanterns and donned traditional clothing. The village was livelier than during the Lunar New Year.
A long queue formed outside the clinic, Wu Heng sitting at the consultation table, Zhou Yi holding the little white snake beside him.
Tourists, after having their pulses taken by Wu Heng, would excitedly and cautiously touch the little white snake’s scales, even thrilled when it hissed at them.
So this was Doctor Wu’s pet, so cute!
The little white snake was furious. This was Zhou Yi’s stupid idea! It was supposed to be Xi Xi, but he wouldn’t let those smelly humans touch his sister, so it volunteered instead.
Wu Heng checked his phone, no reply from Shi Xuan, he wondered what he was doing.
“Doctor Wu, we’re here! Please teach us, quickly!” Chen Zhao and his master, Old Man Yan, afraid he would change his mind, hurried in.
Wu Heng, seeing Chen Zhao’s excitement, didn’t say anything about charging those passengers fifty thousand each and outsourcing the job to him for fifty thousand total.
He was afraid this guy would run if he knew. “I’ll teach you. And here’s the money in advance.”
Chen Zhao was shocked, prepayment?! He had never experienced such treatment under his master.
His cheap phone rang, a bank notification.
Chen Zhao stared at the message, his voice trembling. “T-ten… hundred… thousand… holy moly, Dad!”
Five hundred thousand!
Not only learning from Wu Heng, but also earning four hundred fifty thousand after paying his master?
Wu Heng wasn’t a shaman doctor, he was a Bodhisattva.
Seeing Chen Zhao’s awestruck expression, almost wanting to call him “Dad,” Wu Heng coughed, “Practice for a bit, I have Nuo opera rehearsal this evening.”
Wu Heng quickly left for the Nuo God Temple to change into his costume and put on his Guan Gong mask.
The young men, dressed in similar loose-fitting clothes, wearing masks, were indistinguishable from each other.
The young man with a crew cut, the lead performer, seeing the crowd of tourists gathered outside, so many people, a record for the village Nuo opera, felt nervous.
As the gongs and drums started, they began the dance. The tourists instinctively focused on the lead performer, cheering and clapping.
Some even started live streams.
[The lead dancer isn’t wearing a Guan Gong mask. Did Wu Heng change his mask?]
[Perhaps he’s nervous because of the crowd? His dancing doesn’t seem as good as that night with He Yunxiao’s snake fetus.]
[I’d be nervous too with so many people. They’re all dancing well though, so mysterious and powerful, especially the one in the sixth row on the left, wearing a Guan Gong mask, his figure seems quite slender.]
[Can’t tell who’s who. Can they take off their masks?]
The rehearsal wasn’t long, just crossing the Nuo River bridge to Wu Wa village on the other side.
The young man with the crew cut, following the rhythm, stepped onto the swaying wooden bridge, glancing smugly at the tourists taking photos, who would know who was under the mask, right?
“Ah—!”
A chilling gust of wind seemed to grab his ankle, he stumbled, and fell towards the river, managing to grab a rope at the last second, preventing him from falling into the fast-flowing water, but his mask flew off, landing in the river and disappearing.
The entire Nuo opera troupe stopped.
The tourists were startled, shouting Wu Heng’s name.
“Wait, that’s not Wu Heng… He’s not the lead dancer!” a girl with a camera exclaimed.
As the tourists murmured amongst themselves, the other dancers rushed to pull the young man up.
Zhou Dagui, seeing this from afar, almost fainted. This was the chosen lead dancer, messing up at such a crucial moment?!
Grandma Lai, her voice strangely chilling, said, “There are consequences for deceiving the gods, tell them not to cross the bridge.”
The young man, pulled up by his friends, sat on the bridge, his heart pounding as he stared at the swirling water below, still shaken.
Hearing Grandma Lai’s words, their faces turned pale. She was a renowned spirit medium in Nan Nuo, her words held weight.
“Could it be… the Nuo gods are angry?” a young man, his legs trembling as he looked at the river in the darkness, asked.
They depended on the Nuo River, but they also feared it.
Even Grandma Lai, so powerful, couldn’t save her grandson, who had drowned here.
If he hadn’t grabbed the rope earlier… the young man’s legs turned to jelly.
A chilling wind whipped against their faces, like knives. Perhaps a sign from the gods?
“I… I tampered with the lots… please forgive me, Nuo Gods!” The young man, his resolve crumbling, knelt by the bridge and kowtowed towards the river.
“Wu Heng, Wu Heng, you… you take over, I’m not doing it,” he screamed, remembering Lai boy’s death, abandoning his role, pushing through the crowd, and running away, ignoring the tourists.
Wu Heng, lifting his mask slightly, revealing his delicate face, simply said, “Oh, okay.”
Wu Heng looked at the tourists, his gaze lingering on a figure in the distance.
He thought he was seeing things, but after announcing the end of the rehearsal, he ran towards that figure, still in his costume and mask.
Shi Xuan, his clothes torn and soaked, covered in leaves, his skin marred with bloody scratches, stood under a tree, his gaze fixed on Wu Heng. He looked incredibly disheveled under the moonlight.
Wu Heng, shocked, stared at him. “You…”
Was this his real body, or his soul?
Shi Xuan lowered his long eyelashes and pulled Wu Heng into a tight embrace, his head resting on his shoulder, his icy coldness seeping into Wu Heng. His voice trembled slightly as he said, “Wu Heng, I finally found you.”
