The Wicked System: Path of the Devourer Chapter 18 The Femme Fatale's Lair

The driver focused on the road. As soon as they got into the car, Yang Xiong immediately said, "Master, this is my trusted confidant. He absolutely will not run his mouth."

Zhang Wenbin couldn't be bothered to reply. Finding new clothes in the middle of the night was too much of a hassle, so to save time, he just changed back into his old outfit. Mainly, Godfather had mentioned that his divine abilities would stop working once dawn broke, so Zhang Wenbin didn't dare to delay.

At this moment, Yang Xiong was filled with both terror and hatred. Gritting his teeth, he asked, "Master, all the terrible luck I've had recently was entirely caused by that filthy thing. What exactly do they want to do to me?"

Zhang Wenbin rested with his eyes closed. "That little toy is eating away your destiny and absorbing your destined lifespan. There is a saying: 'When your destiny runs out...' Just imagine what will happen to you then."

"How venomous!" Yang Xiong said hatefully. "Master, there's one thing I don't quite understand. If the other party hates me so much, why not just kill me directly?"

"Hehe. Either they don't have the ability to kill you directly, or they don't want you to die so easily. As your fortune plummets, you’ll encounter more and more terrible luck. By then, your mind will be tortured to the breaking point, and your body will slowly collapse. Throughout this process, you will experience an agony truly worse than death."

"A human has three lamps of spiritual fire. Usually, for someone in your position, your destiny isn't weak. But once your fortune is gradually depleted, even the most incompetent, petty evil spirits will come looking for you. When that time comes, death might actually be a sweet release for you."

Zhang Wenbin continued lightly, "There are many ways to die. Beheading is the quickest. And the most thorough is Lingchi—death by a thousand cuts over three days and three nights."

Yang Xiong immediately understood. His face contorted hideously as he roared in furious agony, "Fuck! Who is so incredibly vicious to do this to me?! If I find them, I will absolutely hack them into ten thousand pieces!"

The car slowly pulled into a fashionable, upscale residential complex. It seemed a high-ranking official like him lived in a luxury high-rise rather than a standalone villa—it was hard to say whether that meant he was uncorrupted or just hiding it well.

Yang Xiong told the driver to wait in the car while he eagerly led Zhang Wenbin upstairs.

The front door looked quite ordinary, but the moment it opened and the lights flicked on, the interior proved to be a display of dazzling splendor. The first floor was a magnificent living room featuring a massive, incredibly luxurious crystal chandelier. The European-style decor immediately screamed high-class wealth.

Moreover, this was a multi-story duplex penthouse. God only knew how much wealth he had extorted from the people to afford this.

"Master, please!"

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed from the staircase. A young married woman with shoulder-length hair walked down, asking in slight surprise, "Husband, you came back so late. Did you forget something important?"

The woman had an exquisite, melon-shaped face with eyebrows as slender and elegant as crescent moons. Her bright, stunning eyes held a faint, pitiful sorrow that made one instinctively want to protect her. Her delicate nose was straight and slightly upturned, and her small, alluring mouth—clearly bare of lipstick—was as vibrantly red as a fresh rose.

Her individual features were already staggeringly beautiful, but combined together, she looked like a celestial fairy descending to the mortal realm. Her seductive charm carried a trace of gentle elegance. She closely resembled the famous actress Ge Weiru at her absolute peak, perhaps even surpassing her. From head to toe, she positively overflowed with radiant womanly allure.

She was wearing a silk nightgown. Her bare, lotus-root-like arms were flawless and white as jade, and the prominent swell of her chest made it easy to imagine the magnificent, proud breasts hidden beneath. Her natural posture exuded an innate elegance. Even without deliberately striking a provocative pose, one glance was enough to tell she possessed an incredibly proud, stunning figure.

Seeing her husband bring a teenage boy home, the elegant, beautiful wife paused before her delicate brows furrowed slightly. She vaguely felt that this handsome youth looked somewhat familiar.

When Zhang Wenbin first saw her, he was stunned by this absolute stunner. Immediately after, he recognized her as an old acquaintance.

During his first year of high school, she had been his music teacher for half a semester—the beautiful, curvaceous Teacher Xu Fei. Adolescence was always a restless time, and she had been the ultimate wet dream for countless male students and teachers alike.

She was already gorgeous back then, but who would have thought that as she matured, her womanly charm had only intensified? Compared to her days at school, she now possessed a mature, irresistible allure that commanded respect while simultaneously making a man instantly hard.

Seeing her, Yang Xiong immediately frowned and snapped, "What's so strange about it? Can't I even return to my own home now? What, did you hide a wild man in here and be afraid I'd catch you?"

"Don't joke like that. I see we have a guest. Should I cut some fruit, or prepare some tea or coffee?"

The usually proud female teacher didn't show the slightest hint of anger at such ugly words. On the contrary, she acted like the picture of a perfectly virtuous wife.

Zhang Wenbin used to attend a school for children of migrant workers. He remembered that she only taught there for six months before being transferred to an elite aristocratic high school. Rumor had it she secured such a meteoric rise because she had an incredibly powerful husband.

Everyone had believed the rumors back then because Teacher Xu had always looked down on everyone from on high. Though she wasn't arrogant or domineering, she carried a noble aura that practically screamed 'strangers keep away'.

"Master, this is my wife, the Principal of Wencai School." Ignoring her completely, Yang Xiong turned and spoke solicitously to Zhang Wenbin.

Putting on an act of not recognizing her, Zhang Wenbin merely nodded and looked around the room.

Xu Fei asked with a gentle, tender expression, "Husband, did something happen for you to come back so late?"

Gritting his teeth, Yang Xiong retorted viciously, "Someone is deliberately scheming to kill me! Fuck, they actually managed to curse me with a filthy thing! This is my Master; he came specifically to help me deal with it."

"Master?" This title left Xu Fei slightly bewildered. She said carefully, "What era are we living in? Why are you still superstitious about these things? Besides, who would possibly use a 'filthy thing' to harm you?"

Yang Xiong sneered coldly. "This is none of your business. Go back to sleep. I'm taking the Master around to have a look."

A fleeting trace of panic flashed across her face, but she continued to speak in a soft, gentle voice. "Then I'll go to bed first. Our daughter has school tomorrow; please make sure you absolutely do not wake her."

"I don't need you to tell me what to do. Fuck off."

Under his cursing, Xu Fei obediently went back upstairs. The relationship between this married couple seems extremely delicate, Zhang Wenbin thought, though he didn't pry. Led by Yang Xiong, he began examining every nook and cranny of the house.

The first floor contained the dining room, living room, a storage room, and a wine cellar. After looking around for a bit, Zhang Wenbin declared there were no anomalies.

Without a word, Yang Xiong immediately brought Zhang Wenbin upstairs. The space upstairs was limited, containing only three rooms. One was his study, which was already open; Zhang Wenbin just glanced inside and shook his head.

Yang Xiong then immediately knocked on one of the other doors. Xu Fei quickly came to open it, saying delicately, "I... I was just about to sleep. Is it really convenient to bring someone into the bedroom right now?"

"Fuck it! This concerns my life and my entire fortune! What the hell are you blabbering about?" Showing absolutely zero tenderness toward a woman, Yang Xiong forcefully shoved her aside and said respectfully, "Master, please!"

Taking a step back, Xu Fei looked pitifully vulnerable. "Husband, if it's important business, please be quick. When you're done looking here, could you please try not to disturb our daughter's sleep?"

Her delicate, deeply pitiable appearance truly made one's heart ache. It was utterly incompatible with the image of the high-and-mighty music teacher from his memories. An ordinary man facing her wouldn't be able to withstand such fragile vulnerability.

"Roll to the side! What the fuck do you know?!"

Yang Xiong cursed her impatiently. Ignoring them both, Zhang Wenbin walked straight into the bedroom.

The master bedroom was massive. Even with the wardrobes and other furniture, it still looked sparse and clean. By visual estimation, it was at least thirty square meters.

And that didn't even include the en-suite bathroom. The spacious bathroom was even more luxurious than the hotel's; the jacuzzi tub alone was noticeably larger.

Standing to the side, Yang Xiong asked eagerly, "Master, is there a problem in here?"

Zhang Wenbin turned and flashed him an eerie, terrifying smile. Yang Xiong's vision immediately went black, and he collapsed limply to the floor, instantly losing consciousness.

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