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The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 219
🕑 Added 2024-03-29 04:21:45 +0000 UTCChapter 219
"Cut it a bit shorter," Ling Chunann said to the barber after glancing at the hair covering his eyebrows in the mirror, finally smiling at him. The barber took a breath, his hand trembling and nearly dropping the scissors before stealing another glance at Ling Chunann, who had resumed his expressionless demeanor, and then quietly exhaled, "Okay."
Although this body was young, its facial features were already well-developed. Previously, his long hair had covered half of his face, hiding its potential impact. Now, with his hair cut, his face had a striking appeal, not quite on par with the unparalleled beauty of An Zhiqi from the previous world, but not far off. This was a point of dissatisfaction for Ling Chunann, as having a feminine appearance in two consecutive worlds did not fit his image.
After a while, 098 reported back: "I've checked again, and the world level for this mission is indeed intermediate. Host, is there something wrong?" This wasn't the first time Ling Chunann had raised this question.
"Nothing," Ling Chunann said as the barber finished up. Standing up, he asked, "How much?"
"No, no charge," the barber stammered. "Could I take a photo with you?"
Ling Chunann glanced at him, "Sure."
"Thank you!"
Being attractive indeed had its advantages. Upon leaving the barber shop, 098 was still delighted, noting that the host indeed had fans everywhere.
Back at home, Ling Chunann took out a jade pendant. The front was engraved with a dragon, and the back with a peculiar symbol that looked like a character, which Ling Chunann, with his current knowledge, could not recognize. The jade pendant wasn't very translucent, rather ordinary in appearance.
Ling Chunann looked at the pendant and then bit his own wrist, specifically targeting an artery, causing blood to spurt out and drench the pendant.
"Host, this…" wasn't activating the jade pendant supposed to only require a drop of blood?
098 didn't finish its sentence as the pendant absorbed all the blood without leaking any. As time passed, the color of the pendant became more translucent, and eventually, it turned transparent and then vanished, merging into Ling Chunann's wrist.
By this time, 098 realized what Ling Chunann intended to do. Originally, obtaining the pendant's inheritance only required a drop of blood, but the pendant itself was an extremely powerful magical instrument. The protagonist later accidentally made it recognize him as its master when he was on the verge of death.
In other words, it required a lot of blood.
Now, Ling Chunann's complexion, which was somewhat healthy before, turned ghastly pale, and 098 worried he might faint at any moment.
Ling Chunann wiped the wound on his wrist, which healed, leaving a small pattern identical to the symbol on the pendant. "Counterattack value +10%, current counterattack value is 30%, please continue to work hard, host."
This mission was surprisingly smooth.
Ling Chunann rubbed his temples, overwhelmed with information, locked his bedroom door, and went to sleep, not waking up until the next afternoon.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Little brat, open the door! You're in trouble now, I know you're in there, open up!"
The sound of Xie Quan kicking the door echoed. From his vigorous swearing, it was clear he was unharmed.
Ling Chunann couldn't be bothered with him, sorting through the information in his head before slowly getting out of bed.
Xie Quan, hearing no response, gave up on kicking the door and grumbled as he dug out his last bit of private money from under the sofa and headed out.
"Host, the father mentioned in the plot must be the one who recently got into trouble," 098 reminded. But for such a father, it thought it would be better off without him.
Ling Chunann: "I know."
The inheritance from the jade pendant was indeed the protagonist's golden finger, containing a complete system of inheritance. Perhaps because Ling Chunann made it fully recognize him at once, it didn't unlock information bit by bit as in the original text but opened all the inheritance data. If it were an ordinary person, the influx of so much information might have driven them mad or stupid, but Ling Chunann only felt a headache.
Upon opening his eyes, Ling Chunann noticed the world seemed different; he saw a woman by his bed, who quickly drifted out through the door.
"098, help me check on the whereabouts of Xie Ziyi's mother," Ling Chunann said, looking in the direction the woman disappeared. The door was indeed closed.
"Okay, host," 098 replied and after a moment, reported, "Ten years ago, Chen Huanling disappeared without a trace, seemingly vanishing suddenly. But due to the limited internet development at the time, there's no more information."
Ling Chun
ann nodded and then opened the door.
Noise from outside and knocking on the door came in, along with the neighbors' discussions.
"Is anyone home?"
"Xie Ziyi, your dad's in trouble!"
"I guess he's not home, probably doesn't know what's going on."
"If it were my child, that would be truly unfortunate."
"But the kid is actually quite pitiable, losing his mom at a young age, and now with a gambler father, it's uncertain whether he's dead or alive."
...
As the neighbors heatedly discussed, the previously locked door suddenly opened from the inside, and Ling Chunann asked expressionlessly, "What is it?"
The crowd, which had been buzzing with conversation, suddenly fell eerily silent. After a while, a bearded man asked, "Who are you? Where's Xie Ziyi?"
"Are you Xie's friend? We're his neighbors, his dad's had an accident and was just taken to the hospital."
Ling Chunann nodded, "Which hospital?"
"The community hospital on East Street."
Then, the bearded man's phone rang. He pulled out an old model he had used for years, "It's the hospital," he answered loudly, "How is he?"
"What?"
"Alright, I got it."
"Host, Xie Quan fell from the upstairs, hit his head, and has now passed away in the hospital," 098 relayed the situation to Ling Chunann.
The bearded man hung up and turned to Ling Chunann, "Is Xie Ziyi home? His dad's dead."
Ling Chunann: "I am Xie Ziyi."
This revelation stirred up a storm among the neighbors, who had yet to recover from the news of Xie Quan's death and were now further shocked, their expressions a sight to behold.
"How could that be? Isn't Xie Ziyi the one with green hair? How can he… look so good?"
"Kid, stop joking, call him out, his dad's death is no small matter."
"Yeah, stop teasing us."
"I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, I know what that brat Xie Ziyi looks like, call him out."
Perhaps because of Xie Ziyi's previous image, none of the neighbors believed Ling Chunann was him.
Ling Chunann, unfazed, turned to a middle-aged woman holding knitting needles and flashed a rascal smile, "Auntie Wang, you used to say you'd marry Ah Xue to me, how about it now?"
Auntie Wang reflexively responded, "Dream on, you won't get your hands on my girl!" Then, suspiciously eyeing Ling Chunann, "Are you really the Xie kid?"
Ling Chunann dropped the smile, "Yes, I cut my hair."
At the hospital, Ling Chunann saw that woman again, glaring fiercely at Xie Quan's corpse. Upon seeing Ling Chunann, she seemed greatly startled and rushed into the wall.
Ling Chunann acted as if he hadn't seen her and approached Xie Quan's body, lifting the white cloth covering it.
Because it was a fall, there was a wound on Xie Quan's head, in addition to the one from hitting Ling Chunann the day before. Although a doctor had stitched it up, it looked particularly ghastly. However, his expression was peaceful, devoid of any fierce demeanor, revealing his youthful handsome features, somewhat resembling Ling Chunann's current appearance.
Just as Ling Chunann was about to cover the body again, 098 suddenly exclaimed, "Ah!"
Ling Chunann: "Shut up."
The voice abruptly stopped.
Just then, Xie Quan's previously closed eyes suddenly opened wide, as if he had come back to life, his gaze sharp and alive, which understandably frightened 098.
Ling Chunann narrowed his eyes, "098, check for any soul fluctuations in his body."
"Yes, host," 098 responded. After a moment, it expressed surprise.
"Speak."
"Host, there are no soul fluctuations in Xie Quan's body; it's more like it's been completely plundered, leaving behind only an empty shell," 098 reported, "Host, could it be that the evil spirit has appeared early?"
The evil spirit, a villain appearing later in the story, specialized in consuming human souls, leaving behind only empty husks, hence 098's speculation.
Ling Chunann looked again at Xie Quan's body, shaking his head, "It doesn't seem like it."
After cremating and burying Xie Quan, Ling Chunann returned to the old neighborhood, where the neighbors were noticeably warmer, even inviting him for meals.
Ling Chunann declined each invitation and was about to enter his home when someone called out, "Xie Ziyi."
Ling Chunann turned to face several uninvited guests, "
Who are you?"
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