My Superpower Is Kind of Cute

Chapter 34: Revenge

I’d originally planned to just go home and fill my stomach with some instant noodles, but now that Zhao Leichuan mentioned a late-night snack, I was starting to get tempted. “So where do you want to go?” Zhao Leichuan smacked his lips. “How about some skewers?” “Sure, you’re treating.” Thinking about it, it had been a while since I’d had some, so I readily agreed. Zhao Leichuan rode his little electric scooter to a barbecue stall we used to frequent. He picked and chose until he’d filled two big baskets with meat. Once it was grilled and served, we went on a real eating spree. After devouring ninety-nine skewers—that’s eighty-one in total—we both let out a satisfied belch. We paid the bill, leaned against the wall to steady ourselves as we walked out, and hopped back on that little electric scooter. which was noticeably sagging much lower than before. As we rode along, it creaked and groaned from time to time, and I was worried it might break down at any moment. After dropping me off at the entrance to my apartment complex, Zhao Leichuan took a phone call and hurried off to the next gathering spot. I patted my stomach and glanced at my watch—it was only around 11:00. Turning to Qi Yun, I asked, “Want to go for a nighttime stroll?” “I think you’re just bored and have nothing better to do, aren’t you?” I nodded. “You’re actually right—I’m way too full. A walk will help with digestion.” Qi Yun was floating in midair, but in the end, she had no choice but to follow me along. To be honest, it had been a long time since I’d gone out for a walk by myself. After all, as a single guy, I stay home whenever I can. Plus, this area is a bit of a distance from the city center. It’s not exactly bustling with traffic in the morning, and late at night it’s even more deserted. If I happened to run into a mugger—to be honest, I wouldn’t mind being mugged for my looks, but I’d really rather not have my money stolen… I chose a route I rarely took, planning to take a shortcut back once I reached the first traffic light at the three-way intersection. It was an early autumn night; the summer heat was fading day by day, and late at night, it was noticeably cooler than in the morning. A gentle breeze brushed my face, bringing a slight sense of relief. I turned right at the three-way intersection and entered a narrow path. It was dim inside, with only an old light bulb casting a faint yellow glow every ten or so meters. The entire path was silent; all I could hear were my footsteps and the intermittent chirping of cicadas. As I looked at the scene before me, a wave of nostalgia washed over me—I still vividly remembered the adventures I’d had here with Zhao Leichuan when we were kids. I stopped in my tracks, pointed to a dilapidated old house not far away, and excitedly shared with Qi Yun, “I used to go to that place all the time with that kid Zhao Leichuan when I was a kid. It was already uninhabited back then. Once, Zhao Leichuan had a stomachache and couldn’t find a bathroom, so he just climbed over the wall and took a dump right there in the yard.” Qi Yun glanced at it casually, then said with apparent interest, “Really? That’s actually kind of interesting.” I was slightly taken aback and asked, “Are you actually interested in other people taking a dump?” Qi Yun ignored my remark and went on to ask me, “Didn’t you notice anything?” I squinted and looked several more times, but all I saw was pitch darkness—how the hell was I supposed to make out anything? Just as I was about to speak up in protest, a dark shadow darted out from beside the dilapidated window on the second floor with a “whoosh”—it was gone in a flash. I rubbed my eyes, wondering if it had been a figment of my imagination. Qi Yun silently watched my earlier reaction and teased, “Do you see anything now?” “Damn it, that house is haunted,” I replied with great solemnity. Qi Yun shook his head. “There really is someone in there—and not just one, either.” “Burglars? That’s ridiculous.” I slapped my forehead. “I’ve got it—some brats must be exploring in there. It’s an old trick.” “And then they’ll copy your friend and take a dump in the yard?” I latched onto Qi Yun’s remark as if I’d discovered a new continent. “So you really are interested in other people taking a dump!” Qi Yun didn’t feel like beating around the bush anymore and cut straight to the point: “There’s a spiritual practitioner in there.” I reflexively took a few steps back, yawned widely, and tried my best to look utterly exhausted as I said, “I think I’ve walked enough for today. I should head back and get some good sleep.” “Aren’t you even a little curious as to why there’s a spiritual energy user in there?” Just as I expected, Qi Yun was trying to lure me into courting disaster again. I shook my head repeatedly and said, “Not at all. I’m completely unfazed.” “Then let’s head back.” Qi Yun’s reply was unusually brisk—so brisk that it made me suspect there was definitely something fishy going on. Qi Yun seemed to read my mind. He smiled and said, “After what happened last time, I’ve come to realize a lot of things. I can’t force you, Mengmeng, to do things you don’t want to do.” I frowned and said, “That’s true in theory, but why does it sound so awkward coming from you?” Qi Yun shrugged and said nothing. I took a few more steps back, glancing at the building from time to time, and asked anxiously, “Why is it so quiet up there? It’s way too quiet.” Qi Yun looked at me with a half-smile and said, “You’re the one who doesn’t want to meddle in other people’s business. Why are you worrying about this? The worst that could happen is a few people die.” “A few people die? ‘Just a few’?” My voice involuntarily rose a few decibels. In this era of harmonious development, to be able to say such things so nonchalantly—he clearly lacked any sense of responsibility as a successor to socialism. Qi Yun looked puzzled. “What’s the rush? It’s none of your business anyway.” I looked around anxiously and said, “What if there are security cameras here? What if those spiritualists kill and burn, then just walk away, leaving me as the only one left? Won’t I be the prime suspect, for fuck’s sake?” “Mengmeng, you might not be much of a person, but you sure have a wild imagination. That’s classic persecution complex, isn’t it?” I looked both sad and indignant. “Do you know how Meng Jiangnu died? She was wrongfully accused and executed. I sure don’t want to spend the rest of my life under investigation.” “That’s Dou E, for fuck’s sake,” Qi Yun shot me a disdainful glance. “Otherwise, just stay right here and don’t move—I’ll go in and take a look.” I immediately shoved him. “Then hurry up.” Qi Yun swayed right past me and drifted inside, muttering under his breath, “If someone really died, don’t even call an ambulance—just send them straight to the crematorium.” After about twenty seconds, Qi Yun wobbled out, looking as if he had more to say. Seeing the look on his face, I instantly breathed a sigh of relief—I knew him well enough—and quickly asked, “Did you see two spiritualists in there doing something shady?” “No,” Qi Yun shook his head. “There really was a fight going on in there—and it was one-sided.” My heart immediately leapt back into my throat, and I snapped, “Then what’s with that look on your face? Did you enjoy watching the monkey show? Did anyone die in there?” “Not yet, but it’ll probably happen in about two minutes.” “Do you come equipped with a built-in death countdown feature?” I furrowed my brow, internally wrestling with whether to leave. After all, as a model youth of this era, standing by and doing nothing while someone is in danger would be a disgrace. Qi Yun gave me a meaningful look and said, “One of the sides with the upper hand in there is from the Original Sin Guild.” “Huh?” I paused in surprise. “How do you know that?” “They said so themselves.” I said, somewhat bewildered, “That doesn’t make sense. If they’re fighting inside, why isn’t there any noise over here?” Qi Yun shrugged indifferently. “They’re all spiritual energy users; they must have some special techniques to block out the sound.” “Let me ask you something,” I said, looking at Qi Yun with intense seriousness. “No sugarcoating, no exaggeration—could you actually beat those people inside?” “Of course,” Qi Yun replied haughtily. “I swear on my royal lineage—there won’t be another mishap like last time.” “Alright.” I made up my mind instantly, licked my lips, and said, “I’ll settle this with the right people. Those bastards tried to kill me last time but failed—today, I’m going to finish them off.”