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Chapter 167: Not a Bad Story, Don’t Tell It Next Time

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Inside Qian Qiangyu’s villa, Wei Wenqiang and Li Yidao sat back down on the sofa.

Qian Qiangyu, on the other hand, got up and went to a nearby liquor cabinet. He took out a bottle of red wine and a glass. He poured himself a glass of wine and sat back down.

“In fact, neither my father nor I knew what that inkstone, you mentioned, really is.”

“But…” At this point, Qian Qiangyu’s eyes showed a hint of fearful expression.

“In truth, if you were to ask my father about it, he probably knows even less than I do.”

The tone of the story took a turn, and Qian Qiangyu forced a bitter smile.

“Five years ago, the reason we bought the house was the same as Mr. Wei’s—because of the collectibles in the room.

“However, back then, the original homeowner was selling because they were planning to go abroad.”

“My father also had a great fondness for these things, which is why he decided to purchase the house.”

“At the time, my father mentioned that he wanted to maintain the original room’s style and some of its historical traces, so we didn’t renovate the house extensively. We only made some simple repairs.”

“For three or four years, everything was fine, until…” At this point, he recalled the past, and Qian Qiangyu took another sip of red wine and let out a deep breath.

“A year ago…”

“One day, I had a bit too much to drink and somehow ended up in the second-floor study. Usually, my father didn’t spend much time in that room.”

“He wasn’t particularly interested in calligraphy, but he felt that having a room with such a refined atmosphere added some style to the house.”

“I don’t remember what happened that night, but I do recall that I was awakened the next day. I had spent the night on the floor in the study, surrounded by rice paper, covered with a painting of an ancient woman, and under my head was that inkstone!”

Speaking to this point, Qian Qiangyu’s eyes had fallen into an expression of fear.

When someone truly began to reveal their innermost secrets, that was when they were most vulnerable and genuine.

Li Yidao and Wei Wenqiang both watched him, staying silent and waiting for him to continue.

“Since then, I have had the same dream every night.”

“In the dream, there is a woman, very beautiful… Beautiful to the point that one would fall in love with her at first sight.”

“In the dream, I’m living a happy life with her.”

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“Every time, in my dream, she kills me! And the way of death is horrifying!”

“And so, this continued for several months. During this time, I sought help from many people, but no one could solve this problem for me.”

“Even two so-called Yin Yang masters who performed rituals for me encountered accidents…”

“I was terrified, truly terrified. And… I don’t know when, but I realized that my father started spending all his time in the study!”

“He had developed a love for calligraphy and ink paintings.”

“Not only that! I heard from the servants that he would often talk to himself when he was alone in the study.”

“Until three months ago, one day, when I returned home, I happened to see my father inside the study.”

“I saw… he was… he was talking to the inkstone!”

“Is there more?” Li Yidao asked calmly.

His expression shifted once more.

Silent, he appeared to be contemplating the flaws in his story or thinking about how to continue fabricating the next part.

Seeing Qian Qiangyu remain quiet and not speaking, Li Yidao continued in a calm tone, “If you have nothing else to say, then we’ll leave.”

“What you’ve said, you should know it’s of no use to us. I won’t take any action either.”

This time, Li Yidao voluntarily suggested leaving.

On the surface, Qian Qiangyu had just told a lot and recounted a bizarre yet seemingly sincere story. But in reality, it was all nonsense!

The story sounded great, but that’s all it was—a story.

Qian Qiangyu hadn’t provided any of the information Li Yidao and his companions needed.

Most importantly, they still had no idea what the situation was with the inkstone, who the woman in the wedding dress inside it was, or what was really going on.

Qian Qiangyu hadn’t mentioned a single word about any of these crucial details.

However, judging from his behavior, it was clear that he knew something. And now…

He was clearly just trying to buy time and potentially avoid any confrontation by telling a useless story. Did he think they were fools?

What a joke!

Qian Qiangyu seemed to be attempting one final struggle.

Wearing an expression of helplessness, he forced a bitter smile and said, “I really only know these things, and I’ve told you everything.”

“If you want to know about the inkstone, you might have to find the previous owner of this house.

“But I’ve searched for a long time and haven’t found them.”

Heh heh.

A very good excuse.

He was trying to shift the blame now.

“Find the previous owner of the house? Who knows if the previous owner of this house is even alive or does this house even have a previous owner?” Li Yidao thought.

In the face of Qian Qiangyu’s attitude, Wei Wenqiang also felt the loopholes in his words.

But he remained silent, not saying a word.

In fact, he was currently keeping his head down and waiting for Li Yidao to speak!

It had to be said that at this moment, Wei Wenqiang had indeed placed all his trust in Li Yidao.

Or rather, he had placed his trust in the old man!

The air was filled with an eerie silence.

Li Yidao took a sip of water with his cup, then…

He asked a question that instantly filled Qian Qiangyu’s eyes with terror!

Li Yidao’s question hit Qian Qiangyu at the core of his soul!

“The portrait of that woman in the wedding dress, where did you put it?”

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