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Mrs. Pei was quite averse to such mystical and supernatural things, not to mention that the talisman’s ??????????????? was dubious.

After tearing it, she instructed her servant to take it out and burn the trash. She then returned to the kitchen, warmed a cup of milk, and delivered it to Pei Mengzhi.

Pei Mengzhi had his bedroom door closed and didn’t let the servant in.

Annoyed, he carelessly threw his coat aside and sat down at the computer. He launched the game “Oracle” and teamed up with online friends for a dungeon run.

While waiting in the queue for the dungeon, Pei Mengzhi browsed a forum.

The pinned post read.

[Dungeon #432, who will be the first to conquer? Place your bets!]

Pei Mengzhi had no interest in such posts and closed it.

Just as he entered the dungeon, a friend chatted with him, “Did you hear NINE

The God has returned?”

Pei Mengzhi choked in surprise, exclaiming, “NINE?!”

“Yes,” came the reply. “Some players spotted him grinding levels in a hidden wilderness area recently. There are screenshots on the forum; it’s undoubtedly NINE The God.

Now intrigued, Pei Mengzhi promptly clicked back on the betting post and enthusiastically wagered one million in-game gold coins.

The game “Oracle” had different currency systems for the Eastern and Western factions, with the Eastern using yuanbao.

One thousand yuanbaos were equivalent to ten real-world dollars.

Over the headset, his friend continued, “Don’t get too excited. NINE The God hasn’t appeared for ages. ‘Oracle’ has gone through so many updates. With his current strength, he might not even clear the first level of the dungeon.”

Every game version had its legends. N

INE’s era had long passed.

“Anyway, he was the reason I started playing ‘Oracle’ Pei Mengzhi said nonchalantly. “Hey, something mysterious happened to me today.” He recounted the incident of Si Fuqing giving him the talisman.

“Man, sometimes I think you’re just plain unlucky,” his friend mused after a pause. “Remember when we were studying abroad? You almost got hit by a falling flower pot. During exams, you missed passing by just 0.1 points. And that time a girl confessed her feelings to you, only for a truck to suddenly hit you, breaking your leg. She left, and you ended up in the hospital. Talk about bad luck.”

Pei Mengzhi, who had been listening halfheartedly, suddenly felt a chilling sensation.

“Hold on, keep playing. I need to check something,” Pei Mengzhi stood up. “I’ll be back.”

His friend was left puzzled.

Pei Mengzhi wanted to confront Si Fuqing directly, but upon reaching his door, he realized he didn’t even have her phone number or address.

In haste, he scrolled through his contacts and dialed the landline of the Zuo family. “Hello, it’s Pei Mengzhi.”

“Brother Mengzhi!” An excited female voice responded. “Why did you call?” Pei Mengzhi hesitated, “You are…?”

“It’s me, Qingya!” Zuo Qingya said shyly. “Brother Mengzhi, what brings you here so late?”

“Oh, it’s you,” Pei Mengzhi replied. “Do you have Miss Sits phone number? Can you give it to me?”

“WHAT?!” Zuo Qingya’s voice rose sharply. “NO! I CAN’T!”

The call ended abruptly with a sharp click.

Pei Mengzhi frowned. It seemed the relationship between Si Fuqing and the Zuo family was more complicated than he’d thought.

He pondered for a moment before deciding to sneak a talisman from Mrs. Pei.

As he was tiptoeing downstairs, a voice echoed from behind.

“Stop right there.”

Pei Mengzhi froze.

“Looking for your talisman?” Mrs. Pei’s voice was cold. “Stop searching. I’ve burned it. If you really want one, go to the temple tomorrow and ask Master

Miaoguang for it.”

“Mother, you’ve gone too far!” Pei Mengzhi exclaimed, both shocked and angry.

“That was a gift from someone!”

“It’s precisely because it was from someone else that I burned it,” Mrs. Pei said, her tone neutral. “Who knows if it was some impure thing meant to harm you?

I did this for your own good. What do you know?”

Pei Mengzhi held back his anger, but finally, he couldn’t suppress it any longer. He shouted, “Do you want to watch your son die before you’re happy?!

Mrs. Pei was taken aback, staring blankly.

After a few seconds, she regained her composure, her whole body shaking with rage. “When did I ever wish for your death? Listen to yourself! What are you saying?

“I’m your mother! How could I ever harm you?!”

Pei Mengzhi’s hands trembled. He couldn’t stand it any longer. Grabbing his coat, he dashed out of the house.

The butler chased after him, shouting, “Young master! Where are you going in the middle of the night, young master?!”