Chapter Ninety-two: The Target of the Red Gate
After settling Bai Anting, Liu Haoyu walked out of the folk custom shop.
Qin Liu had been waiting outside and had not gone in.
So when she saw Liu Haoyu, she went up to ask.
“All done? How is she now?”
In response to Qin Liu’s question, Liu Haoyu pondered for a moment and then said.
“Her condition seems to be quite good. Although I don’t know why she’s become a bit withdrawn, she’s gotten along well with Deng Xiaolin.
It’s just that for some reason, she keeps muttering ‘Why can’t I grow up?’ Although it looks a bit strange, she’s probably not possessed.”
Qin Liu couldn’t help but twitch the corner of her mouth after hearing this.
“I always feel like you guys are persecuting her.”
“How is that possible?” Liu Haoyu immediately said righteously; “Am I that kind of person?”
“Let’s put this matter aside for now…”
Qin Liu didn’t want to dwell on it further, as it was an absolute certainty that the two of them had indeed persecuted Bai Anting.
Qin Liu could feel the resentment emanating from the flat-chested girl even through the door.
“Didn’t I go into Bai Anting’s house before you?”
“Yes.”
Liu Haoyu nodded, understanding that Qin Liu was clearly more aware of the situation inside than he was.
“When I went in, I felt a very familiar resentment lingering in the air, almost identical to the resentment in my home.”
After listening to Qin Liu’s words, Liu Haoyu fell into thought.
If Qin Liu’s feelings were correct, it meant that…
Even though Bai Anting hadn’t said it, she must have encountered the Red Gate.
And Liu Haoyu knew very well what the outcome of encountering the Red Gate would be.
The man took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.
The smoke passed through his lungs and was slowly exhaled.
The dizzying and numbing sensation allowed Liu Haoyu’s mind to find a moment of relaxation.
Then he took out the Black Book, and before he could write anything, a line of bloody text appeared on the book.
“Your brilliance and might have caused the wronged souls who were burned to death to scatter like birds and beasts, but the price of borrowing the might of the tiger is one you cannot bear.”
The bloody text left by the Black Book was cold but carried a mocking tone.
“Now that they have been alerted, it is undoubtedly a fantasy for you to try and capture them. You wouldn’t listen when I told you to hide in the haunted house, hehe~”
Liu Haoyu crushed the cigarette butt, then bit his finger and wrote on it.
“I never regret what I have done.”
Although according to the Black Book, staying in the haunted house would allow him to conserve his strength and capture the burned souls.
But if he had done that, Bai Anting would undoubtedly have died in the house.
How could he regret such a thing?
Rather, if he had chosen to hide in the haunted house and not save Bai Anting, that would have been true lifelong regret.
Ignoring the Black Book’s mockery, Liu Haoyu continued to write.
“What is the targeting logic of the Red Gate?”
After writing, the bloody text Liu Haoyu had written began to fade, and in the city’s night sky, the man waited intently for the Black Book’s answer.
After these bloody words were absorbed by the Black Book, new text appeared on the blank pages.
“The deceased and those about to die are the targets of the Red Gate.
Being locked onto by it is like having your name written in King Yama’s book of life and death; there is absolutely no possibility of escape.
And you… are even more of a prey it is targeting with all its might.
Unless you can find the tombstone inscribed with your name and erase the name from it.
Remember, you are already a person close to death.
The star of death shines above your head, and your name flickers in King Yama’s book of life and death.
Although the Guide can temporarily keep you alive, she absolutely cannot protect you forever.”
The Black Book spoke in a pedantic manner, quite different from its previous panicked demeanor. It seemed that nothing could scare it anymore.
Liu Haoyu looked at the bloody text written by the Black Book, pondered for a moment, and then looked back behind him.
Although he couldn’t see Qin Liu, based on Liu Haoyu’s understanding of Qin Liu.
He figured that this gluttonous ghost should currently be captivated by the nearby barbecue stall.
Qin Liu’s longing gaze sent a chill down the spine of the barbecue stall owner, making him feel very uncomfortable all over.
“Why is it so chilly tonight?”
The barbecue stall owner muttered softly, but his words were ignored by the other diners, who laughed heartily and said.
“No way? Boss, are you impotent? Otherwise, how could it be cold in this hot summer?”
“Hahaha! Clearly, you’ve been squeezed dry by your wife.”
The owner instinctively retorted to the diners’ words.
“Go away! How is that possible! Even at 34, I still have my vigor!”
Liu Haoyu ignored the commotion behind him and focused his gaze back on the Black Book.
“Is Bai Anting locked onto by the Red Gate now?”
“No, her luck is very good.”
“I can see that.”
Not only could she survive in the haunted school for a day and a night, but she could also retreat completely under the gaze of the Red Gate. If this kind of luck were used for card drawing, she might get a perfect ten consecutive draws.
As for buying lottery tickets, it would be fine to win small prizes, but not the grand prize, because that thing doesn’t rely on luck.
Shaking off these random thoughts, Liu Haoyu continued to write.
“The Guide you speak of, is it Qin Liu, or that Qin Liu without any features?”
In response to this question, the Black Book gradually revealed a line of bloody text.
“There is only one Guide.”
The Black Book did not specify the reason, and Liu Haoyu did not continue to pursue it.
What he cared more about was how he could escape his current predicament.
The fierce ghosts that were burned to death had disappeared, and although they might find Bai Anting again, as long as Bai Anting stayed at Old Deng’s place, they would have no chance.
No matter what, Liu Haoyu would not use someone else’s life as bait.
Therefore, the best course of action was to continue searching for the whereabouts of those fierce ghosts.
Don’t forget that they still owed the blood debt of a ghost exorcist.
Liu Haoyu would naturally not let them off.
With that in mind, Liu Haoyu closed the Black Book and walked towards the barbecue stall.
Upon arriving at the barbecue stall, Liu Haoyu saw someone very familiar.
“Hey, Officer Li, what a coincidence.”
Officer Li Rongjun, a middle-aged man, was sitting at the barbecue stall, eating skewers and drinking alone, looking somewhat dejected.
He didn’t even hear Liu Haoyu’s words until Liu Haoyu sat next to him and he reacted.
“Little brother?”
“Officer Li, why are you so down in the dumps late at night? Did something happen?”
“Nothing.”
Li Rongjun poured himself another glass of wine and also poured one for Liu Haoyu.
After taking the wine, Liu Haoyu’s gaze fell on Li Rongjun’s forehead.
Just as the Black Book had said, this man’s complexion was as dark as purple.
This was almost exactly the same as Old Wang’s situation at the time.
