Chapter 5: The Calamity of Blood Light

  It was Su San who came on stage, and his appearance made Kong Ling Jing somewhat surprised. The fourth auntie beside him said: "Ling Jing, this Yang boss is a famous three beauties, with an absolutely beautiful appearance, a delicate figure, and a beautiful singing voice. His last performance was six years ago, and we thought that we would never see him on stage again. Who would have thought, there's still such good fortune."

  Three beauties? Kong Ling's mouth curled up, revealing a sarcastic smile, isn't she just an actress?

  Yang Jian's ambition was to surpass Wei Shijie, who had previously set his sights on him. This guy was also a drunkard and a womanizer, and sure enough, he was brought over by his concubine to watch the play. He looked short and chubby, with a pair of eight-shaped whiskers, looking rather despicable. It was this man who six years ago had led his subordinates in surrendering their commander's gun, shooting him in the right eye, causing blood to flow all over the ground. With this ruthless energy, he replaced his commander and became the king of Yun City.

  Yang Yanqing devoted himself to hiding in the city, using Hua Dan to conceal his true self. Once on stage, he became another person, completely shedding his off-stage persona. With every gesture and movement, he transformed into Su San, captivating the audience. The applause from below didn't distract Yang Yanqing from his goal. Wei Shijie's attention wasn't focused on the stage; one hand caressed the thigh of Third Madam while the other grasped two iron balls, rotating them continuously. Meanwhile, Third Madam leaned against Wei Shijie with great charm, her eyes fixed on the stage...

  Qizhi left and returned, standing at the edge to see the appearance of San Yiniang, and couldn't help but secretly laugh in his heart. If he saw Yang Sheng's original appearance for a moment, he would probably be frightened out of his wits.

  Yang Yanqing returned to the stage after six years, and the atmosphere at Rongfeng Theater reached its peak. The audience finally left in satisfaction, and when Yang Yanqing came out wearing a green shirt with her makeup removed, a group of ladies whispered to each other: "Wow, which family's young master is this? How come we didn't see him earlier?"

  Yang Yanqing walked straight to the third wife of Wei Shijie, and the third wife immediately sat up straight. What a handsome young man with a sharp brow and starry eyes! He was really making people's hearts itch. This heroic spirit, this hard body, how could it be compared to the short and fat old man beside her? Looking at his own wife's eyes, which were already curved, Wei Shijie threw the melon seeds in his hand into the plate, his eyes already revealing a murderous aura. Who was this young whippersnapper who dared to have designs on his own wife?!

  "In the presence of General Yang, I had long heard of Commander Wei's illustrious name. Today, upon meeting him, it is indeed true that he is extraordinary. Yang Yanqing bowed his head: 'Although we have just met, there is something I must say.'"

  "Are you Yang Jianqing?" Wei Shijie spat on the ground: "Damn it, why are you different from those women on stage? What do you have to say, I'd like to hear it."

  "Just now on the stage, I noticed that General's brow was dark, so I took a closer look and indeed, General's forehead is black, recently there will be disaster. Yang Yanqing said: "Has General suffered any loss of kin recently, such as a miscarriage?"

  Third Madame's body stiffened, and she immediately fell into tears. She had finally become pregnant with a boy after much difficulty, and at seven months he was already fully formed, but then he died in the womb, which was just half a month ago. To comfort her, Wei Shijie brought her all the way to Shanghai, fulfilling her wish to attend Yang Zhenqing's concert. This matter Wei Shijie considered unlucky, and had never mentioned it to outsiders.

  Yang Yanqing's words hit the mark, and Wei Shijie put down his hand that was resting on the gun at his waist: "Oh, you're right, what kind of disaster have I encountered recently?"

  "Blood Calamity." Yang Jianqing's four words were sonorous and powerful.

  "Is there a way to resolve this?" Wei Shijie said: "You can see at a glance that I have lost my relatives, it seems not simple."

  "It's possible, but I need to take a look at your house, the feng shui needs a big change, and in severe cases, we may even need to relocate the ancestral tomb. Let's discuss the specifics after I've taken a look." Yang Yanqing said: "I'm actually a free man, I have plenty of time, it just depends on whether General has any availability."

  Wei Shijie's hand knocked on the table several times before he finally made up his mind: "Alright, let's meet in Yun City three days later."

  Wei Shijie stood up to leave, Yang Yanqing rushed to Qi Shi and beckoned him with one hand. Qi Shi came over carrying a box: "General, this is a gift from Mr. Yang for you."

  Open it, inside is a strange stone, Yang Zhen explained: "This is an official seal of the Ming Dynasty. With Guan Sha to prevent disasters, the effect is a bit short. The commander will prepare first, and we will discuss it again in three days."

  After sending Wei Shijie away, Yang Yanqing's mouth corner floated up with a smile. With the change of luck, he could now enter Wei Shijie's mansion in a legitimate and proper manner. He wanted to see where that volume of Fengshui records was hidden!

  "Unscrupulously swindling and clinging to those in power! This tactic is a bit too low-level."

  Following the sound of the voice, Yang Yanqing saw a noble young man wearing a western-style suit. He turned his head and asked Qi Shi: "Who is he?"

  "Kong Lianzhuo, the young master of the Kong family, had just returned from abroad. Looking at him, his face was written with three words - unhappy." Qi Shi let out a "tch": "Can't stand these rich young masters who put themselves on a pedestal and look down on others."

  Kong Lingzheng! Yang Yanqing's mind suddenly rang out, and that sentence echoed in his ears - "The body is the most noble, early into the Kongmen surname, until the age of 36, why did he throw himself away with a lonely heart?" Was it him?