Feng Shui

Capítulo 26

Zhou Renhou smiled lightly and shook his head: "Even without mentioning the bounty I'd have to hand over, I couldn't possibly let you go and kill someone."

“I didn’t kill anyone!” he growled.

"Maybe not yet," the other person said unmoved. "But you will be later."

“So,” Feng Nian’en glared at him, panting, “you’re also capable of murder! Everyone is capable of murder!”

“Perhaps. But don’t forget, Mr. Feng, you are a vampire.” Seeing the other man’s face turn ashen in an instant, Zhou Renhou continued with an unusually twisted sense of pleasure, “Oh, I forgot, you all call yourselves vampires. That name should be more acceptable to you, right?”

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

Feng Nian'en finally lost control and shouted. Upon seeing the mocking expression on the other person's face, he immediately jumped up in anger, but before he could stand up straight, his legs gave way and he collapsed.

Zhou Renhou looked at Feng Nian'en, who was struggling futilely on the ground, and a cold, strange smile appeared on his lips. After a moment, he stepped forward and effortlessly pulled him onto the bed.

“I forgot to tell you,” he began, “that I added something to the blood you drank so that you could behave more like a human while you were recovering, right?”

Feng Nian'en was breathing heavily, and a flash of anger appeared in her usually calm dark eyes: "What exactly do you want to do!"

“Since you’re so eager to know, I won’t beat around the bush.” Though he said this, he paused for a moment before speaking, “I know there’s a vampire clan in this city. Although they haven’t killed many people and haven’t attracted the attention of the secret police, I know they must be in this city.” He raised his eyebrows, a knowing look appearing in his eyes as he looked at Feng Nian’en, “Of course, you are one of them.”

“I’m not!” he shouted angrily.

Zhou Renhou ignored his protests and continued, "Tell me! Tell me their addresses and identities!" At this point, his calm demeanor was shattered by a frenzied fervor, and like a greedy man seeing dazzling coins, he grabbed Feng Nian'en by the collar, "Tell me, where do they live? What are their identities in society? Tell me now! Tell me!"

Feng Nian'en looked at him quietly, and his anger subsided because of the other person's unusual behavior.

"Speak up! If you tell me, you can leave. I guarantee your safety. I can even provide you with blood. Speak up!"

Feng Nian'en didn't speak; his mind was racing.

In short, he had no connection with those vampires; in fact, they were the ones who turned him into the way he is now. Although the Prince and Ranga treated him well, what does that mean?

Moreover, it cannot be denied that they are all vampires; even if they have never killed anyone, it does not change their sinful identity.

It's not wrong to hand them over to hunters and make them disappear from the world. In fact, if God knew, he might consider it an act of atonement.

But he couldn't do it. Even if they were all vampires, he couldn't bring himself to do such a thing. Besides, even if he didn't want to admit it, deep down he knew that in the current situation, those devils in the eyes of the world—those lives abandoned by God—were his kind.

"I don't know." He heard his own slightly hoarse voice, ethereal as if from another world. "I only recently became like this, and I don't know what you need to know."

"Don't know?" As if his calm voice had soothed the other party's emotions, Zhou Renhou calmed down, his small eyes narrowing into thin slits. "What good would it do you to keep it a secret, Mr. Feng? What reward would your prince give you for this? A living person, plenty of blood, huh?"

Feng Nian'en did not answer, but simply reiterated, "I don't know."

“I think you don’t understand your situation yet,” Zhou Renhou was about to say something when he suddenly noticed the light on the left wall had turned red. He smiled and said, “Someone has come to see you. Think carefully about what I’m saying.”

As he walked to the door, he suddenly turned back as if he had thought of something and said, "Don't try to run away; you can't escape my grasp."

Zhou Renhou went out, and Feng Nian'en stared at the light yellow wooden door. In less than half a minute, the door was gently pushed open, and a head with purple light poked in.

"You're awake!" Seeing him leaning against the headboard, Si Wen jumped in with a smile.

"What happened? Did you get hit and become an idiot?" The girl forced a smile when she saw him looking at her in a terrifying way.

"You—why are you here?" Feng Nian'en's voice was as deep as a summer thunder, and the doubt in his tone carried a terrifying quality.

"Why can't I come?" Although she sensed something was off about his attitude, after a moment's thought, the girl dismissed it as the confusion of waking up. She raised her pointed chin and said in a slightly arrogant manner, "I came to see if you'd been knocked senseless!"

Feng Nian'en blinked, his shoulders slumped, and his wary expression was immediately replaced by dejection. But he still asked in a somewhat weak voice, "How did you get through this?"

"Of course I took a shared ride here. What, do you think I'm rich enough to drive a Ferrari?" The girl frowned and snorted, "Are you really confused from the accident? Why do you keep asking this?"

Feng Nian'en ignored her teasing and asked again, "You didn't encounter any trouble when you came here?"

"What trouble?" The girl was truly enraged. Although she lowered her voice out of consideration for Feng Nian'en's health, she still growled indignantly, "What trouble could I possibly have? Just because I came to see you, I'll cause trouble? Who do you think you are? The godfather of an underground organization? A religious leader? A political figure or a business tycoon? If you're unhappy to see me, just say so. I'm always a sensible person!"

She said this as she dropped the fruit in her hand and was about to leave.

“No, no. I didn’t…” Feng Nian’en said immediately, racking his brains to find an excuse to explain his earlier strange behavior, but all that came out was a weak defense, “I didn’t mean that, I didn’t…”

"I didn't hear the doctor say you hit your head," the girl said, turning around and looking at his chalky white face with a puzzled expression.

A trembling smile appeared on Feng Nian'en's lips.

"Are you feeling unwell?" she asked cautiously, looking at him.

"No, I'm fine." After saying that, as if she wasn't sure enough, she added, "Maybe my mind is a little foggy since I just woke up. But I'm really fine, really."

"Really? That's good." She nodded, then spoke again as if she had thought of something, "I didn't bother you, did I?"

“No,” he said immediately. At that moment, he was truly afraid to face the cold wall alone or to see Zhou Renhou’s face again.

"I'm so glad, so glad you came..." he stammered, using words he was not good at, though it was to persuade the girl to stay, it was also from the bottom of his heart.

"Fool!" Surprisingly, two faint blushes appeared on Si Wenwei's dark cheeks. She opened the bag, took out an apple, and then took out a small dagger-like knife from her pocket and began to peel it.

Her movements were clumsy, and small pieces of peel along with the thick flesh fell off one by one. She complained under her breath as she peeled.

Seeing her serious yet resentful expression, Feng Nian'en smiled slightly, reached for the knife and apple, and said, "Let me do it."

"Are you laughing at me?" The girl glared at him, displeased. "Let me tell you, experts say that all the nutrients in an apple are in the peel. I wouldn't do this if I wasn't too lazy to wash it and worried about the pesticides on it poisoning you!"

"I wasn't laughing at you." Feng Nian'en skillfully peeled the apple. Although he was weak all over, he could still peel an apple. "Being able to peel fruit is nothing special."

"You're smart to know what's good for you!" She immediately wrinkled her nose smugly.

Feng Nian'en smiled and handed over the apple.

"What are you doing?" the girl asked, looking at the fragrant, yellowish fruit pulp.

"I'm not thirsty yet, you eat."

She hesitated for a moment, then shrugged, grabbed the apple, and took a big bite.

He watched her bite into the fish, her cheek muscles twitching with each crisp sound, her lips moist and red, her eyes slightly narrowed, like a kitten enjoying its catch.

He watched her, and with each crisp chewing sound, he felt an increasing sense of warm peace. It was as if he were lying on sun-drenched green grass, with a quietly flowing stream beside him, a clear blue sky dotted with fluffy clouds, and he squinted, his gaze following a mischievous kitten chasing butterflies.

"Tell me honestly, how did you manage to do that yesterday?"

The domineering tone, almost like a spoiled child, pulled him back from the lush green riverbank. He stared at the face that had somehow gotten so close to his, and was slightly taken aback.

"Don't tell me you applied Suzaku's theory to this; at that speed, you'd lose money even if you participated in the Olympics!"

"I...I..."

Seeing those brown, glass-like eyes staring at her with curiosity, Feng Nian'en said something that surprised even herself: "If... if I told you I'm not human, would you believe me?"

Si Wen's face froze for a moment, she blinked, and then burst out laughing. Her shoulders shrugged as she laughed, burying her head in her chest.

Finally, she raised her face, revealing an expression as if she had seen a child do something absurd, and shook her head: "I've finally discovered that you're quite good at talking nonsense."

"What if I'm serious?"

He stared at her with unusual stubbornness, his cheeks flushed. At that moment, he was like a reckless gambler, throwing all his assets into the game, seeking only the thrill of the chase.

Si Wen was taken aback, but then shouted, "Alright, alright, stop fooling around, or I'll really think you've damaged your brain. You're not just a person, you're a fool, an idiot!"

As she spoke, she pressed him onto the bed: "Although the doctor said you were lucky not to have broken any bones, you still need to be observed for a few days and get plenty of rest!"

"Yes, I need to rest more; I'm dizzy from the impact."

He murmured to himself, not resisting the girl's actions, and closed his eyes.

The delicate fragrance of apples still wafted in with his breath, but at this moment he felt a cold loneliness, as if he had been left at the end of time and space, surrounded only by endless darkness.

The figures of Cangya, Ruoya, Lanya, the Prince, and Xuzuo appeared before him one by one. These vampires, who had made him uncomfortable just thinking about them, now seemed like the only light in the endless darkness, but that light was also cold.

Chapter Nineteen

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Although Feng Nian'en didn't have many friends in the city, his bedside wasn't deserted in the days that followed.

The father came, Zhang Jiru came, Si Wen was a frequent visitor, Zhou Renkuan and his wife came over repeatedly to express their gratitude, and the last time, Shi Yan, the little girl who often played with Zhou Kong, also came with the Zhou family of three.

The little girl carefully touched his hands and face, as if he, who used to be often roughly pulled and beaten by her and her friends, had suddenly become a fragile doll.

“Xiaoyan insisted on coming over to see.” Seeing his embarrassed expression, Zhou Renkuan’s wife, Huang Qiumei, quickly said, “She’s always worried that you’ll get hurt, and she’s cried about it several times.”

Feng Nian'en felt a wave of dizziness. He barely managed to control his emotions and spoke in an unusual tone: "You—have cried?"

Perhaps frightened by the expression on his face, the little girl timidly backed away, but Feng Nian'en quickly grabbed her hand and spoke again: "You—have you been crying?"

The little girl was completely terrified. She tried her best to back away while turning her face to Zhou Kong for help: "Xiao Kong—Xiao Kong—"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Huang Qiumei quickly comforted her, "Your Uncle Feng is just playing a prank on you. Don't you like Uncle Feng the most?" As he spoke, he looked at Feng Nian'en and laughed, "Hehe, girls are timid, and they've been scared."

As if ignoring Shi Yan's pleas for help and Huang Qiumei's roundabout hints, Feng Nian'en still held onto the little girl tightly: "Cry one more time."

Even Zhou Renkuan was taken aback. He quickly stepped forward and tried to pull Shi Yan away from Feng Nian'en: "Haha! You're really going to scare the child like that."

"Cry!" Feng Nian'en grabbed the little girl's hand with terrifying force, and no matter how hard Zhou Renkuan tried, he couldn't separate the two.

"Cry again! Quick! Cry, cry!"

He shouted frantically, pulling the girl to his side and shaking her violently: "Cry! Quickly! Cry! Cry again, cry your eyes out! Cry now!"

At first, the little girl was truly terrified; she even forgot how to cry. But when her body was being shaken like a leaf in a storm, and when Zhou Kong rushed up and shouted to let go of Xiao Yan, she finally cried.

She howled and cried, tears streaming down her face like dewdrops falling from leaves blown by the wind.

A tear fell onto Feng Nian'en's hand, and he immediately reached out to catch the scalding tear as if startled by something.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

The little girl was pulled away. This time, Feng Nian'en did not do anything crazy again. She just stared blankly at the tears on her palm.

The glistening water droplets, shimmering with a leisurely iridescent light, rolled across his pale palms, warming his icy skin.

Tears, the tears of a little girl, the tears of a virgin...

He got it! He finally got it!

My heart pounded like a rapidly beating drum, sending all the blood rushing through my veins towards that peak of joy... rushing...

Then, the drumbeats gradually faded. The scalding tears lost their original temperature and became as cold as his palms, and Feng Nian'en's heart plummeted from that blissful paradise to the depths of despair.

Nothing happened!

He's still a ghost!

He raised his face, looking at the little girl who was hiding behind Zhou Renkuan with Zhou Kong with a hateful expression. Her rosy face still bore traces of tears.

Even Zhou Renkuan was taken aback by the strange scene and the expression on Feng Nian'en's face. He forced a dry laugh: "Mr. Feng?"

Feng Nian'en froze, not brought back to his senses by the call. His heart was still on the tears, but the call shifted his thoughts.