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The Soul Calling Array consumed my energy, but it was no burden for Old Zhang. Liu Bi sensed it as soon as I set up the array, and it directly emerged from the umbrella, watching me perform the Call of Souls.
Once Old Zhang appeared, I asked if he knew who Master Chen intended to use Zhang Zhen's soul on. Old Zhang looked puzzled and asked, "Is that Zhang person the one with that purpose?"
His response left me at a loss; it turned out Old Zhang knew nothing at all.
Disappointed, I said, "Alright, Old Zhang, let me think of another way."
"Master Liu, what does that Zhang person want? You mentioned using my daughter's soul on someone else—what's going on?" Old Zhang asked anxiously. Clearly, he had no idea what Master Chen planned to do with Zhang Zhen's soul. But then I realized that if he did know, he wouldn't have helped Master Chen lure Liu Bi into the trap.
"Uh... you should ask Liu Bi about that. I'll think of other methods," I replied while dismantling the Soul Calling Array. This matter was quite complex; even though Old Zhang had become a ghost, explaining it to him and ensuring he understood was still a distracting and exhausting task. He couldn't remain in his physical form for long, and I couldn't keep expending energy to maintain the Soul Calling Array. It was best for Liu Bi to explain it to him.
After confirming that the person Master Chen wanted to resurrect was still alive, I decided to ask Master Wang if he knew who it was since he was close to Master Chen.
Of course, I wouldn't ask him directly; that would make it too easy for him to evade the truth. So when I got through to Master Wang on the phone, I said, "Master Wang, have you come out of the police station yet?"
"Ah, uh, yes, I'm out. Thank you for not reporting us," Master Wang's attitude caught me off guard. This social thug was surprisingly polite to me; perhaps he was still scared from our previous visit to his home.
I chuckled and said, "No problem. Officer Hu is a good friend of mine; I had no choice but to ask for his help." To avoid future harassment from them, I had forcefully made Officer Hu my good friend.
"Hehe, understood. Brother Liu, are you looking for something?" Master Wang addressed me as Brother Liu directly, seemingly eager to avoid further trouble.
I replied, "It's nothing much. I heard your master's wife or daughter is seriously ill."
Master Wang paused before responding, "His wife died in a car accident long ago. Why are you asking about this?"
"How old is his daughter? What illness does she have? Maybe I can help her," I continued to coax him. Master Wang should be aware of some things; it was just a matter of whether he would share them.
He chuckled and said, "Forget it, Brother Liu. He can't even handle it himself."
"Oh, got it." I hung up the phone, realizing that this person must be Master Chen's daughter. Master Chen is indeed cautious; he claimed he wanted to revive his friend, but in reality, he wanted to keep his daughter.
Suddenly, I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me. It wasn't so much about Master Chen's feelings for his daughter; rather, it reminded me of Old Zhang and his daughter. Wasn't it the same kind of unbreakable father-daughter bond? The only difference was that Old Zhang's paternal love was too rigid and selfless, while Master Chen's was extreme and selfish—one could even say it was a distorted form of love. Such distortion is intolerable by Heavenly Principle.
Master Chen was stubbornly set in his ways. I felt that no matter what I did, I couldn't change his mind. The only thing that might sway him was his daughter. I had no idea if she knew about this situation, but surely he wouldn't tell her about such a twisted matter. Just imagine: would you be willing to let someone unrelated use your body? The answer is obvious.
After that phone call, I understood a few things. I needed to find his daughter without Master Chen knowing and explain everything to her. I would see how she reacted before deciding on the next steps.
Liu Bi had been watching me intently from the side, lost in thought. I asked if he had any way of finding out where Master Chen's daughter was. Liu Bi shook his head and said, "How would I know?"
"If you knew, then just say it," I teased.
Liu Bi looked momentarily confused before realizing what I meant and replied helplessly, "I meant I don't know! Why are you acting like Master Xiao now?"
"If you don't know, then why are you still standing here? Go to the study. I'll figure something out myself."
He nodded, bent down to pick up an umbrella, and walked into the study.
...
The next morning, I found Officer Hu's number and asked him to help me find out what Master Chen's daughter's name was and if there was any way to locate her.
Officer Hu told me that this was against regulations but that he could try to help me out—on one condition.
"What conditions?" I asked, puzzled.
Officer Hu chuckled, teasingly saying, "You owe me a favor. In the future, if I need your help with something, you can't refuse."
I mimicked the streetwise talk from the TV and replied, "Sure, as long as it doesn't go against the principles of our world or my own beliefs, I'll definitely help."
"Haha, you're so cautious! Just wait for my news," Officer Hu laughed and hung up.
I must say, Officer Hu's efficiency was average. About two hours later, he called to inform me that Master Chen's daughter is named Chen Ying, 21 years old, living in a community in Tianhe District, and apparently still a student.
I asked if he had her phone number.
He said of course he did and then provided me with a number. I wrote it down on a piece of paper and thanked Officer Hu.
Holding the paper in my hand for a long time, I was unsure how to approach Chen Ying over the phone. I didn't know where she was right now, whether Master Chen was by her side, or how her condition was—whether she was bedridden or enjoying her life as it came to an end.
Tentatively, I sent a text: "Chen Ying, are you feeling better? Your classmates miss you."
Moments later, a reply came: "Hehe, don't worry about me! I'm doing fine and enjoying my last moments. Please thank my classmates for their concern. And thank you too! Which kind-hearted classmate are you?"
After reading her message, I realized that Chen Ying seemed to be handling things well. She appeared to be quite cheerful and not bedridden; she mentioned enjoying her final moments, indicating she wasn't in a hospital.
I replied: "Where are you now? We want to come see you."
Her response came quickly: "I'm in Shenzhen! I've always wanted to visit Ocean Park, and now I've finally made it. Didn't you add me on WeChat? I've posted so many photos."
Seeing her post about being in Shenzhen, and at Ocean Park, a place she had wanted to visit for a long time, I realized it was still early there. She must have just arrived, so I didn't want to burden her with heavy matters at such a time. I replied, "Have fun, Chen Ying. I'll call you later."
She responded, "Okay, thanks for your concern, even though I still don't know who you are."
...
Around six in the evening, my phone rang. It was Chen Ying's number; she actually called me first. When I answered, she eagerly said, "Classmate, thank you for your concern. I had a great time today. You said you'd call me later, and I've been waiting."
Her words revealed two contrasting aspects of human nature compared to Master Chen. Chen Ying was very grateful; even knowing her life was coming to an end, she still remembered to treat everyone who cared for her kindly. Perhaps this awareness made her cherish everything she had even more. But no matter what, human nature does not change.
I said, "I'm sorry; I'm not your classmate. I actually need your help with something."
"Hehe, that's okay! If I can help you, I definitely won't refuse. During this time, I've seen how beautiful the world is, and I want to use my actions to make it even better. I'm about to leave; if I can help others before I go, I think I'll feel more at peace." Her voice was light and somewhat weak, and the way she spoke carried a sense of sadness that tugged at my heart.
It was past six o'clock when the internet had some issues. After I posted, I didn't check back until I saw in the group that there was no update from me. That's when I realized this chapter hadn't been uploaded. I'm sorry; there will be an additional update shortly.
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