Chapter 389

Chapter 389

Seventh Master finally reacted, pulled out the key, and hurriedly drove away from that cursed place.

When I saw how fast he was driving, I hastily fastened my seat belt.

“Seventh Master, slow down!”

“We’re descending the mountain, not driving into the Netherworld!”

He was genuinely terrified. I had never seen him so frightened before.

I was badly frightened as well.

What we had seen and heard lay completely beyond our understanding.

Neither science nor mysticism could explain the black hole or the sounds within it.

But the descent was even more terrifying.

Riding in Seventh Master’s car was a near-death experience. Several times, he almost rolled us off the road.

Fortunately, we reached the bottom safely.

Seventh Master sat in the car and drank most of a bottle of water before finally calming down.

I noticed his backpack was missing and asked whether he had left his things behind.

“Tomorrow… I’ll retrieve them in daylight tomorrow.”

“Why not wait a couple of days? No one goes there anyway.”

I added, “Tomorrow’s my birthday…”

The main reason was that I truly did not want to return.

We had seen no ghosts, but the experience traumatized me more deeply than Luo Mansion.

I needed two days to recover.

Seventh Master turned toward me. “Whose grand birthday?”

I was speechless.

“Mine.”

“My grand twenty-seventh birthday.”

After staring for a moment, he nodded. “Fine. We’ll wait a couple of days. I need to research this…”

I returned home with him.

As soon as we arrived, Seventh Master went straight to his study to search for records of the black hole.

I showered and prepared to sleep.

The moment I lay down, I heard repeated meows.

The tabby I had befriended was back. It jumped onto the windowsill, entered the room, and curled up at the foot of my bed as though planning to sleep inside.

I greeted it and went to sleep.

When I woke the next morning, Seventh Master had already prepared breakfast.

He seemed ready to go out.

I asked where he was going. He said he planned to ask around about the black hole.

He had searched through books until early morning without finding any record of it.

Without sufficient knowledge, he did not dare return to the estate.

That was fortunate because neither did I.

After breakfast, while it was still early, I told Seventh Master something.

He stared at me strangely. “Quit? Why do you suddenly want to resign?”

I lowered my head. “If my Fate Pattern can’t be changed, I want to devote myself to cultivating the Dao under you. And… The Organization has targeted me. I’m afraid I’ll drag Meng Yifan and the others into danger.”

Seventh Master studied me. “That isn’t the real reason, is it?”

I did not answer.

“Why make yourself completely alone? You’re lonely enough already.”

Seventh Master earnestly advised me, “There are no true Dao cultivators in this world. We’re all miserable wretches with shallow ties to the Six Relations, fortunate enough to be taken in by the Ancestral Master. You already lack both family affection and romantic love. If you sever friendship as well, you might as well shave your head and become a monk.”

“Let things follow their natural course. What matters is living well in the present. No one knows whether tomorrow or an accident will arrive first, and you can’t divine your future every day.”

Then he ordered me to wash the dishes, shouldered his backpack, and left.
His words affected me deeply. Resigning was a major decision, and Meng Yifan had always treated me well. I decided to think about it longer…

After washing the dishes, I left and prepared to take the subway to the shop.

Before I boarded, Meng Yifan called.

His voice sounded grave, as though something terrible had happened. Yet when I asked, he refused to explain and only told me to come to the shop.

“What happened? Tell me now!”

“You… should come here first.”

He hung up. When I called again, he did not answer.

He would never use that tone unless something serious had happened. Anxiety immediately filled me, and I called Song Xiaotian.

Strangely, his phone was switched off.

I called Anning next. A cold automated message informed me that her phone was off as well!

I entered the subway, deeply uneasy.

What enormous disaster had happened? Why had everyone switched off their phones?

It was my birthday! I had no family left and did not care much about birthdays, but if some catastrophe happened today, I would be seriously pissed!

I endured an agonizing half hour before finally emerging from the station.

I practically sprinted to the shop. From a distance, I saw Meng Yifan standing outside with his hands on his hips, looking as if disaster had struck.

“What happened? Tell me!”

I rushed over and grabbed him.

He looked at me gravely. “Chen Mo, you… need to prepare yourself.”

I staggered and nearly fell. “What happened? Did Song Xiaotian die?”

He shook his head.

“Did Anning die?”

He shook his head again, then dragged me toward the roadside.

A silver Porsche Cayenne was parked there. Meng Yifan pointed at it. “Look at this car. Look carefully.”

He had frightened me senseless. I hurriedly circled the Cayenne.

It looked brand-new. I had once told Meng Yifan that after buying a home, I would replace my car with a Cayenne, specifically this model costing around nine hundred thousand yuan.

“What’s wrong with it? Whose car is this? What happened?” I asked repeatedly.

Meng Yifan pulled a key from his pocket and tossed it to me, suddenly grinning. “Yours. It’s a gift.”

I caught the key and froze. “What… What do you mean, mine…?”

Everyone suddenly ran out of the office, pointing their phone cameras at me.

Anning and Song Xiaotian were there, perfectly safe.

“Hahaha! He’s stunned!”

“He still hasn’t figured it out!”

I truly had not. I hurriedly looked at Meng Yifan. “This car…”

“A birthday gift!” Meng Yifan laughed. “You still don’t understand? Are you half asleep?”

I was stunned. A nine-hundred-thousand-yuan birthday gift!

This wasn’t some trinket. It was a car, a Porsche Cayenne!

I hurriedly tried to return the key. “No. This is too expensive! Take it back. Return it right now. Nine hundred thousand!”

Meng Yifan pushed it back and slapped my shoulder. “Enough. The license plate has already been registered.”

“I nearly went to prison before, and you gave Brother Liu three hundred thousand to get me out. I know about it.”

“Compared to prison, what’s nine hundred thousand?”

I stared at my dream car in disbelief, my eyes reddening.

This car… was mine now.