I, the transmigrated villain, please wait, gentle master.

Chapter 89 A Young Death, This is Divine Retribution

The Ji family's misfortune caused everyone in Huangliang City to sigh with sorrow.

The story of the Ji family's two encounters with fortune tellers spread far and wide amidst the chatter of people.

The Ji family gradually went from being a prominent and wealthy family to becoming the subject of ridicule among the common people.

Ji Sheng went from being a noble young master admired and favored by everyone to a laughing stock who was ridiculed and looked down upon.

In contrast, the Yuan family, which had been on good terms with the Ji family for generations, is thriving, producing many talented individuals and enjoying a constant stream of visitors.

After the two families parted ways and severed ties over the marriage of their descendants, Yuan Sheng, a good-for-nothing rascal in the academy, seemed to suddenly have a breakthrough. He shone brightly in the provincial and imperial examinations and rose rapidly through the ranks.

Now, with his official rank and the emperor's favor, he has taken the top seat in the Huangliang City government office, becoming the county magistrate whom everyone in the city admires and praises.

Ji Sheng could only watch helplessly as his former nemesis passed the imperial examination with flying colors, married a beautiful woman, embarked on a promising official career, and had a bright future ahead of him.

He lacked nothing, yet fate continued to bestow blessings upon him time and time again.

When Yuan Sheng learned of the Ji family's plight and knew that Ji Sheng and his wife were not doing well, he went to visit them under the guise of visiting his old classmates.

When he arrived, he was carried in a sedan chair by eight men, which was quite extravagant. He also brought a visiting card and generous gifts, showing that a scholar should not forget his dignity.

It sounded like both mockery and pity.

After this incident, rumors spread that the county magistrate had taken good care of the daughter of the former hospital director, and the rumors became the talk of the town.

Ji Sheng became increasingly suspicious, filled with grief and indignation. He suspected his wife of infidelity and even doubted whether his children were his own.

The woman, already married, was speechless with grievances.

Yuan Sheng arrived in a sedan chair, and was escorted away by a large crowd. This grand and imposing scene lingered in Ji Sheng's mind.

It was all about timing, luck, and fate; from that moment on, he truly believed in fate.

He overturned all his previous efforts, perseverance, and contributions; his faith as a scholar collapsed completely at that moment.

He no longer sought fame and officialdom, but having abandoned both, he was left with nothing but an empty shell, a walking corpse.

From then on, Ji Sheng became increasingly depressed, indulging in pleasure and often fooling around outside, staying out all night.

Poverty-stricken couples face endless sorrows, and Ji Sheng vented almost all his dissatisfaction and resentment on his wife and children.

At the same time, he was extremely remorseful for not recognizing these two "jinxes" and "scourges" sooner!

Until he racked up a mountain of debt, the dealer brought people to collect the debt, only to find Ji Sheng drunk and utterly incapacitated.

In his hedonistic lifestyle, he casually pointed and pawned his wife and children, selling them off.

I sold off my former self—the one who was once arrogant, spirited, and proud of his literary talent—for a pittance.

Now, he's becoming more and more like a rotten person, a piece of trash, a maggot.

The dealer sneered. Who in Huangliang City didn't know that his wife and son were the jinxes the fortune teller spoke of?

They would bring disaster to everyone around them; they deserve to die, so how could they possibly be used as collateral for debt?!

But Ji Sheng's family was destitute; even if they chopped him up and sold him, it wouldn't be worth as much as a pound of pork.

Even if his wife and children are considered unlucky, he has no choice but to make do.

That lonely young lady, with her young child, was sold into a brothel by brokers after being passed around several times.

The story of a widow and her orphan suffering endless bullying reached the ears of the academy's headmaster, but he pretended not to hear it.

He had his eye on Ji Sheng because of his promising future, and he was willing to break with the Yuan family to hastily marry his daughter off to them, fearing that someone else would steal his future wealth and glory.

But now, he feels deeply ashamed of his past blindness.

Only by pretending to ignore it could he maintain his foothold in Huangliang City and find another home.

I forgot to mention that he had already married his youngest daughter to Yuan Sheng as a concubine, making his ambition to climb the social ladder obvious to everyone.

He wished he could kneel before the county magistrate, offer his boots, and apologize, blaming himself for misjudging the magistrate's extraordinary bearing.

"The most righteous are often the lowly butchers, while the most ungrateful are often the scholars. When scholars do things against their conscience, they can be truly ruthless."

Si Wuxie made a sarcastic remark and then asked, "And then what happened to that young lady and her child?"

Cui Jue said, "They were rescued."

Si Wuxie asked, "Who saved you?"

Cui Jue said, "Yuan Sheng."

After Ji Sheng and Miss got married, Yuan Sheng also married someone else. There was no fate between him and Miss; it was all due to his wishful thinking.

When Yuan Sheng became the county magistrate, he was the upright official of Huangliang City. He kept the young lady as a concubine in a separate courtyard. Even though there was a lot of gossip outside, no one dared to say a single word of "no" to his face.

As for the child that Miss insisted on keeping by her side, following her like a little tail, Yuan Sheng resolutely refused to keep him.

Since they weren't his biological children, he could just dispose of them however he wanted.

But the clerk in the yamen persuaded him to stay.

The advisor advised Yuansheng to release the child back to his biological father and let him fend for himself.

There's no need to get involved in their family's dirty business anymore.

This advisor had a shifty face and an unfriendly appearance.

The advisor personally took the child back. The moment Ji Sheng saw him, he felt as if he had been nailed to the spot from head to toe by a steel nail.

He recognized the advisor at a glance as the Taoist priest who had performed two divinations for him years ago!

The Taoist priest was a heretic.

He was also a "living deity" secretly invited by the Yuan family.

The evil Taoist priest used some forbidden technique that exhausted the Ji family's fortune.

It can even alter the innate destiny and acquired circumstances of those born in different seasons.

He used extremely insidious methods to ruin the fate of a person and even his entire family.

The sorcerer was dissatisfied with his clever methods remaining hidden in the shadows, so he told Ji Sheng the whole truth.

Ji Sheng grabbed his neck like a madman, roaring, screaming, cursing, and beating him, but all to no avail.

The sorcerer smiled, seemingly impervious to harm, and watched with great interest the dying struggle of the rat in the ditch.

After the sorcerer left, Ji Sheng went berserk and smashed everything in the house, including the doors, windows, tables, and chairs.

That poor child was intentionally or unintentionally injured by him.

He seems to have gone mad; he no longer recognizes people and is even capable of harming his own son.

That night, the loud noise woke up several neighboring households, and the barking of dogs caused a disturbance.

A tense and fearful atmosphere spread to the dark and terrifying forest in the distance.

Under the cover of night, a woman hurried along a narrow path.

Dark clouds obscured the moon, and she couldn't see the road ahead. She stumbled and struggled to get back to her dilapidated home.

Her unease grew heavier and heavier, making it hard for her to breathe.

She didn't know what she was worried about or afraid of, but she just couldn't put her mind at ease. So much so that, despite her incurable illness, she escaped from the county magistrate's mansion that imprisoned her.

Strangely enough, she, a frail woman, actually managed to escape all by herself.

She didn't notice the demonic Taoist priest hiding in the shadows, turning and disappearing...

That night, Ji Sheng went mad, shouting and cursing his child as a jinx as always, but gradually regained a sliver of sanity and clarity amidst the outpouring of insults... No, his child was not a jinx.

He himself had his smooth and carefree life stolen away by others.

He knelt on the ground, holding the wounded and helpless child, whimpering and howling like a trapped beast. Then, exhausted, he collapsed amidst the chaos and fell into a deep sleep, oblivious to the approaching darkness.

The child slowly unfolded his curled-up body, his eyes, as black as lacquer, held no light, as gloomy as still water.

"That very night, while his father was asleep, the boy went outside, picked up a wood-chopping knife, and chopped off his father's head."

"He even knew to find a rough stone beforehand to sharpen the blade, and with a swift stroke, blood splattered all over him."

Cui Jue shook his head and sighed, "This scene was witnessed by his mother herself, she saw it all."

"hiss……"

Upon hearing this, Si Wuxie gasped.

Even though he had lived for over a thousand years and seen countless wonders of the world, and was long since indifferent to worldly affairs and had become a heart of stone, he still felt a deep sense of desolation.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to say it was terrible, tragic, or pitiful.

Cui Jue said, "His mother was heartbroken when she saw this scene. She vomited blood and died. I don't know if she was scared to death or angered to death."

"He was eight years old that year, and his sins were so great that heaven and earth could not forgive him. Sure enough, four years later, his lifespan was about to end, and he fell to his death from a cliff, and his soul returned to the underworld."

"He died at the age of twelve; this is the divine retribution he deserved."