Villain: After Intercepting the Female Lead, the Protagonist Collapses chapter-121

Chapter 121: Is He Really a Charlatan?

The group followed Gu Dezheng through the old mansion’s living room to a barren yard in the back. The area was overgrown with weeds and neglected, with several solitary graves scattered around.

“This is where our Gu family ancestors are buried…” Gu Dezheng said solemnly, lighting three sticks of incense and placing them in front of the tombstones.

“The evil Qi is quite dense here. It seems someone has manipulated this place…” Yang Wei observed, furrowing his brows.

However, to determine the specific type of formation, he needed to investigate further. Without hesitation, he took out a Feng Shui compass and began walking around the graves, stopping occasionally to fiddle with the device.

Jiang Che watched Yang Wei’s actions with interest. With the Heavenly Insight technique, he could see the problem here clearly.

“A Triple Wealth Accumulating Evil Formation!” This formation would subtly consume the Gu family’s luck and longevity. Despite the family’s recent business success, they would encounter misfortunes over time.

“Could this guy actually be skilled?” Gu Yunqi wondered, watching Yang Wei’s seemingly expert demeanor.

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“Uncle Gu, did you have someone change the Feng Shui layout when the old master was buried?” Yang Wei asked Gu Dezheng after packing up his compass, impressed by his master, the renowned Cangmang Sage.

“Yes, I did. A Feng Shui master told me it would bring prosperity to our family, and it has for the past three years. Is there an issue?” Gu Dezheng inquired, puzzled.

“The price of this prosperity is your family’s luck and longevity,” Yang Wei said coldly, condemning the Feng Shui master’s malicious intent.

“What are you saying?” Gu Dezheng asked, stunned.

“Triple Wealth Accumulating Evil, as the name suggests, accumulates negative energy in exchange for wealth,” Yang Wei explained. “Haven’t you faced difficulties these past years?”

Gu Dezheng contemplated, realizing the past years had been prosperous but uneasy. “Can this Feng Shui layout be broken?” he asked.

“Of course,” Yang Wei confidently affirmed, preparing to break the formation.

After instructing some bodyguards to move a ritual table to him, Yang Wei donned a yellow Taoist robe and began drawing talismans with cinnabar. He chanted solemnly, burning the talismans and reciting incantations.

Meanwhile, Jiang Che, amused, secretly inserted a talisman he had prepared earlier to disrupt Yang Wei’s magic.

He also spent 2000 villain points to exchange for a Heavenly Puppet talisman, which he also slipped into Yang Wei’s body, eagerly awaiting the unfolding drama.

“Break!” Yang Wei tossed the talismans into the four corners of the tomb, chanting loudly to break the formation.

Then, contrary to expectations, no dramatic scene ensued. The talisman burned to ashes and quickly dispersed with the wind.

“This…” Yang Wei, baffled, watched the floating ashes, thinking, ‘Damn it, why did it fail at the crucial moment?’ Wasn’t the result supposed to be different? Did he mess up a step?

“I thought you really had some skills, turns out you’re just a charlatan!” Gu Yunqi mocked Yang Wei, disappointed by her earlier expectations. It seemed she had overestimated him.

“Hehe…” Hearing Gu Yunqi’s sarcastic words, Yang Wei’s face turned red, and he felt awkward. He took out a few more talismans and threw them around, continuously shouting, “Break!”

But there was only silence in response, except for the rustling of leaves in the wind.

“Yang Wei, what is this…?” Gu Dezheng looked at him with a strange expression, growing suspicious. Was Yang Wei really just a charlatan?

“I…” Before Yang Wei could respond, his expression suddenly changed. His face became vacant, his eyes unfocused.

He grabbed a peach wood sword from the offering table and swung it fiercely, smashing the ancestral tombstone to pieces!

“What are you doing?!” Gu Dezheng’s eyes bloodshot, he shouted furiously, visibly shaken by Yang Wei’s actions. He couldn’t believe Yang Wei would suddenly attack his father’s tombstone like a madman.

Yang Wei, not answering Gu Dezheng, leaped towards the grave with the peach wood sword in hand. He swung his palm at the grave, gathering inner strength in his palm.

“Boom!” Following a loud bang, the surrounding area was engulfed in flying sand and stones, and the old man’s coffin emerged from the ground.

“You…” Gu Dezheng was completely infuriated by Yang Wei’s actions. He shouted at the dazed bodyguards nearby, “What are you waiting for? Stop him!”

The bodyguards, jolted by Gu Dezheng’s shout, hurriedly rushed at Yang Wei without hesitation. However, being an advanced martial artist, Yang Wei easily overpowered these ordinary men.

“Ah…” Accompanied by several screams, the bodyguards were sent flying and lay on the ground, wailing in pain.

“Ding, the host has sabotaged Yang Wei’s opportunity, altered the plot, and is rewarded with 2000 villain points.”

“Ding, Yang Wei’s luck decreases by 2000, rewarding the host with 4000 villain points.”

“Ding, the host has engineered a plot to make the Gu family utterly despise Yang Wei, changing the plot and earning 2000 villain points.”

Listening to the system’s continuous notifications, Jiang Che smiled satisfactorily. This was an easy gain of villain points!

“Outrageous, I will kill this scoundrel!” Gu Yunqi, furious at Yang Wei’s attempt to tamper with her grandfather’s coffin, stepped forward to confront him, but Jiang Che quickly intervened.

“You’re no match for him. Let me handle this.”

With those words, Jiang Che quickly moved behind Yang Wei and kicked him in the back.

Yang Wei was sent flying into the air, and before he could land, Jiang Che leaped up and delivered several fierce kicks to his abdomen.

“Bang!” Yang Wei fell heavily to the ground, creating a human-shaped crater several inches deep.

Struggling, he climbed out of the crater, screaming and charging at Jiang Che, who smiled coldly, grabbed Yang Wei by the collar, and slapped his relatively handsome face several times.