Chapter 148: The Grim Reaper Has Arrived!
This scene was strikingly reminiscent of the movie "Final Destination." Luo Shoucheng had narrowly dodged a massive iron frame, feeling a surge of relief and joy, only to be pierced through the body by a steel rebar descending from behind!
His entire body was impaled by the steel rod, nailed to the ground alive!
“How... how could this happen?”
“I... I can’t die...”
Luo Shoucheng’s eyes widened in horror as he stared at the rebar piercing through his chest. Blood gushed from his mouth as if from an endless well!
Soon, he could no longer speak, only staring in terror, sensing the approach of death.
“Brother Shoucheng!”
Guan Mingtang and Xia Dong shouted as they rushed forward, faces full of concern.
When they had pursued him, they still doubted Ye Tianci’s words, but now Luo Shoucheng was truly in trouble!
The thick, long steel rod had pierced through his left chest; any clear-eyed observer could see he wouldn’t survive.
Looking at Guan Mingtang, Luo Shoucheng tried to speak.
He knew he was dying and wanted to apologize to Guan Mingtang, for one of his mistakes involved him—one of Guan’s sons was his own!
But Luo Shoucheng could only open his mouth in vain, unable to utter a sound.
His life force was rapidly draining away!
Guan Mingtang and Xia Dong stood stunned beside him, faces blank as they watched their dying brother.
“Young Alliance Leader!”
A loud shout rang out as a man in a Zhongshan suit leapt forward, followed by several attendants.
It was Song Fenglin, one of the four elder leaders of the Shucheng Martial Alliance.
On the night the Qitian Mansion was attacked, Song Fenglin had been imprisoned for protecting the second young master of the Qi family. Cleverly, he distanced himself from the Qitian Mansion and confessed to two of its crimes, securing his release.
Coming out of the parking lot and about to enter the Hongyan Dining Hall, he coincidentally saw Luo Shoucheng’s accident.
“Young Alliance Leader!”
“Hold on, I’ll get you to the hospital right away!”
Song Fenglin grabbed Luo Shoucheng anxiously and shouted.
Luo Shoucheng’s father, Luo Chun, was the alliance leader of the Shucheng Martial Alliance, Song Fenglin’s superior and someone he relied upon greatly. Naturally, Song Fenglin wanted to save him.
Summoning his last ounce of strength, Luo Shoucheng pointed tremblingly inside the Hongyan Dining Hall, his lips trembling as he finally uttered one word: “Ye...”
A fierce pain struck him. His eyes glazed over as his consciousness rapidly slipped into eternal darkness.
“Young Alliance Leader!”
“Brother Shoucheng!”
Song Fenglin, Guan Mingtang, and Xia Dong shouted desperately.
But Luo Shoucheng’s soul had already departed for the afterlife—utterly dead.
At that very moment, a thunderbolt struck, hitting Luo Shoucheng’s body directly!
His corpse trembled slightly as blue smoke rose from it!
Thunder rumbled overhead, the previously howling evil wind suddenly ceased, and a torrential downpour began!
Everyone nearby was instantly drenched.
Standing in the rain, Song Fenglin made a call, then turned to Guan Mingtang and Xia Dong with a mix of shock and anger.
“Director Guan, Manager Xia, what on earth happened to our young alliance leader?”
“How did he suddenly run out from inside? He mentioned the word ‘Ye’ just before dying—what does it mean?”
Guan Mingtang spoke bluntly, without much thought, explaining Ye Tianci’s fortune-telling for Luo Shoucheng.
Song Fenglin was furious, grinding his teeth.
“That so-called Ye is a charlatan! How dare he recklessly cast fortunes for our young alliance leader!”
“If it weren’t for his nonsense, would our young leader have lost his mind? Would such a disaster have occurred?”
“Ye Tianci’s fortune-telling killed our young alliance leader!”
Guan Mingtang hurried to clarify, “Elder Song, Brother Shoucheng’s death has nothing to do with Brother Ye.”
“Brother Ye?”
Song Fenglin frowned, sneering coldly, “Director Guan, you’d better sever ties with that Ye Tianci, or you’ll regret it later!”
Guan Mingtang refused to be intimidated and, with Xia Dong, returned to the Hongyan Dining Hall’s private room, only to find that Ye Tianci had already left.
“Old Guan, Brother Ye is no ordinary man! We all witnessed his abilities back at Tiger Roar Villa. Now, when he said Brother Shoucheng would die, it actually happened—there was no way to avoid it!”
“It’s an ironclad prediction!”
“No matter whether you listen to Song Fenglin’s threats, I’ll never distance myself from Brother Ye.”
Xia Dong sat solemnly in his chair.
Although the incident had not happened to him personally, he felt a chill down his spine.
He was truly shaken by Ye Tianci’s divine fortune-telling.
Guan Mingtang was silent for two seconds before speaking in a low voice.
“Old Xia, don’t worry—I know who the real powerhouse is!”
He shared Xia Dong’s thoughts.
In their hearts, Ye Tianci was the true backbone.
Neither of them felt like eating. They sat quietly in the private room for a long while before regaining their composure and quietly leaving.
By evening, Luo Shoucheng’s corpse was brought to the headquarters of the Shucheng Martial Alliance.
Seeing his beloved son’s body, Luo Chun, the alliance leader, wept bitterly, grief-stricken beyond words.
“Song Fenglin! How did my son really die?”
Luo Chun’s eyes were bloodshot as he demanded angrily.
Song Fenglin, harboring a deep grudge against Ye Tianci, seized the chance to stir the pot.
He recounted how Ye Tianci had cast a fortune for Luo Shoucheng, who had become angry and left, only to meet his fatal accident outside the Hongyan Dining Hall. He exaggerated the story, making it seem as if Ye Tianci had doomed Luo Shoucheng to death.
Luo Chun’s fury exploded instantly!
With a crack, he slammed his palm down, breaking a small tree three meters away in two.
“Ye Tianci! I don’t care who you are—my son’s death is your doing!”
“I demand you pay with your life!”
Luo Chun roared, a whirlwind seeming to howl beside him.
His immense aura made the surrounding plants bow down.
Song Fenglin inwardly rejoiced, whispering, “Alliance Leader, that Ye Tianci is just a fake fortune-teller who likes to spout nonsense and fool people.”
“The father of the Southern God of Wealth, Shen Wanshan, the old patriarch of the Li family, and Tang Zhenguo of the Tang family—I've heard they were all dumbfounded by him.”
“Even the divine doctor Xue Huaisu supposedly has a good relationship with him!”
Luo Chun raised an eyebrow sharply, grinding his teeth.
“No matter who he’s close to, it’s useless! In Shucheng, if I, Luo Chun, want to deal with someone, no one can protect them!”
“Song Fenglin, listen carefully!”
“Alliance Leader, please command!”
Song Fenglin immediately cupped his fist and saluted, thrilled—he knew Luo Chun was truly enraged now!
Luo Chun growled each word deliberately.
“Anyone connected to Ye Tianci, deal with them!”
“No matter what methods you use, make them suffer! Deal with them thoroughly! Do you understand me?”
“Understood!” Song Fenglin nodded emphatically.
“Also, within three days, bring Ye Tianci’s corpse before me, and I will make you deputy alliance leader of the Shucheng Martial Alliance!”
“Alliance Leader, rest assured! I will definitely achieve this!”
Song Fenglin was overjoyed. He knew Luo Chun wouldn’t speak empty words. Once he became deputy alliance leader, the Song family and the Martial Alliance joining forces would multiply their strength!
The Song family’s rise to the top of Shucheng’s three great families was only a matter of time.