Chapter 93

Chapter 93: Letter to My Wife (1)

Zheng Fei De picked up the Embroidered Shoe without thinking.

But somehow, in that instant, his head exploded with pain. He could not describe what he saw next, and he even forgot how to breathe.

His pupils widened in terror, and his heartbeat thundered in his ears.

He almost watched helplessly as the scene in front of him shifted and spun, countless streams of light weaving together, countless figures overlapping, countless voices stacking on top of each other.

Time was actually reversing!

He couldn’t pull himself free. He couldn’t even move. He was locked stiff inside a whirlpool of time and space.

Time kept rewinding… rewinding…

Finally, it stopped.

He… returned to a hundred years ago.

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Zheng Fei De came back to himself and let out a long breath. This had happened fifteen years ago, and he had even completely forgotten how he escaped from that hundred-years-ago nightmare.

He never expected that today, he would have to face it again.

But if it wasn’t solved, there would never be a way out. Besides, this was the very reason he had founded the Ancient Culture Research Institute in the first place.

Since someone was willing to help him, why wouldn’t he use this chance to properly end his nightmare?

Fifteen years. Countless days and nights of fear and doubt. Calling it painful torment was not an exaggeration at all.

So when he had a chance like this, he would not let it go.

Because Run Yuan had already been sold, and traces of the Cheng Family had been wiped clean. But nobody knew what the new owner planned to do, and they still had not moved in.

Instead, a large number of security staff had been arranged.

In a situation like that, going in openly would be suicide.

But Zheng Fei De didn’t know what that man in black had done. He and Li Yan successfully snuck in, yet it was deep night, and the old mansion felt especially dark and terrifying.

When the Cheng Family still lived there, there had been at least a little warmth of everyday life, but now Run Yuan was completely lifeless.

There was no life at all.

The beam of the flashlight swept past, and dust rolled over the roof tiles.

The rotten smell surged up so strongly it almost made them unable to breathe.

The scariest thing, more often than not, was-silence.

Absolute silence.

In that silence, you could hear your breathing, your heartbeat, your pulse.

They wrapped around you, and they would not let go until death.

“Director, what exactly does he want us to find?” Li Yan hugged the flashlight, trying hard to stay calm, but the hand holding it still trembled. The mottled light scattered everywhere, weaving into eerie patches of shadow.

Zheng Fei De was about to speak, but then he suddenly heard singing behind him. The voice was light, like sleep-talk, yet to his ears it was unusually clear.

The singing was gentle and winding, carrying a young girl’s sweet longing, yet mixed with an ache that was hard to describe.

“Lover, look at the lotus. The lotus’s feelings are so deep. I embroider a pair of twin lotuses, wishing to grow old with my lover.”

…

After Jiang Shi Yue left the private girls’ school, she called Fu Qing Han.

The conversation was simple-she wanted to go to Run Yuan.

Run Yuan was Fu Qing Han’s territory now, so if she wanted to go there, she naturally had to ask the new owner of Run Yuan.

Besides, he came with his own transportation.

Sure enough, not long after, Fu Qing Han came to pick her up. As soon as his car stopped, many passersby could not help turning their eyes toward it.

A luxury car!

And a world-class, top-tier luxury car, practically oozing money!