novelraw Chapter 548 - 546: The Delivery Box
Chapter 548 - 546: The Delivery Box
Yang Qingshu and Song Qing had just arrived outside the critical care room when they heard the sound of a girl’s crying.
This sound was so familiar, it was Anlin!
Old Man Banhan and others were also quietly shedding tears.
"Qingshu, you’re here?"
At this moment, Old Man Banhan looked up and saw Yang Qingshu and Song Qing, squeezing out a reluctant smile.
"Old Man, how is Tongtai?"
Seeing the expressions of the Qinawa family, Yang Qingshu felt a pang in his heart.
"The resuscitation failed!"
"Maybe it’s his fate!"
Old Man Banhan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and sighed lightly.
Upon hearing the news of Tongtai’s death, Yang Qingshu pressed his lips tightly, and tears flowed down.
After all, they had been good friends for over ten years!
"Grandpa, what exactly happened here?"
"How could my brother suddenly have such an accident for no reason?"
Anlin asked while crying.
"Alas!"
Old Man Banhan heard this and sighed helplessly.
His eyes were full of self-blame.
He couldn’t have imagined that bringing back that statue would lead to so many things.
And even caused the death of his most valued grandson!
After the failed resuscitation, Tongtai’s body was pushed out.
Looking at his once good friend lying coldly there, covered with a white cloth, Yang Qingshu was filled with grief.
He couldn’t accept this reality, yet he had to.
After half an hour, he followed Tongtai’s body, and returned with a group back to Sheng Mei.
He hadn’t expected that a few days ago, would be their final meeting!
For the next two days, Yang Qingshu was completely immersed in grief.
No matter how Song Qing comforted him, she couldn’t temporarily dispel the gloom and depression in his heart.
He even wanted to directly take a gun and deal with Kunshi Qinawa, that sinister old bastard!
This sinister old bastard even killed his own nephew, completely devoid of humanity!
But he also knew that this idea was simply impossible to carry out.
On one hand, he had no access to guns.
The guns obtained last time during the Qinawa family’s ancestor worship were all handed over by him.
After all, Dragon Country is a gun-free nation, and if he dares to bring guns back, he’d end up behind bars.
On the other hand, Sheng Mei wasn’t his turf.
Here, he was unfamiliar, and didn’t even know where Kunshi Qinawa, that sinister old bastard, lived.
Moreover, the sinister old bastard had many bodyguards.
If he acted rashly, he might end up being shot into a sieve by the bodyguards upon encounter.
So what to do?
Will Tongtai’s revenge go unavenged?
Just when Yang Qingshu was feeling endlessly depressed, his phone suddenly rang.
He picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, it was Consul General Fu calling.
"Hello, Consul General Fu?"
He hurriedly pressed the answer button and asked.
"Yes, it’s me!"
The familiar voice of Consul General Fu came from the other end of the phone.
"Consul General Fu, is there something you want from me?"
Yang Qingshu asked with some curiosity.
"Little Yang, there’s a package addressed to you here at the Consulate General."
"When you have time, come and pick it up."
"Or should I have someone send it over to you?"
Consul General Fu asked from the other end.
"I’ll come and pick it up myself!"
Yang Qingshu wouldn’t dare let Consul General Fu send someone over!
He was curious about how someone sent him a package in Talan, where he had few acquaintances.
About an hour later, Yang Qingshu returned to the hotel with a large box.
After carefully checking the sender, he found the person’s name was "Qiu Tai."
"Qiu Tai... Qiu Tai..."
After repeating it several times, he became even more puzzled.
Because in his memory, he didn’t seem to know anyone named "Qiu Tai."
If he didn’t know him, then why did the person send such a box to him?
Idle nonsense?
"Huh? That’s not right!"
"Qiu Tai... Tongtai... Qiu Tongtai!"
A flash of insight came to Yang Qingshu’s mind. Suddenly he recalled that the Qinawa family’s original surname was "Qiu."
Tongtai’s Dragon Country name was Qiu Tongtai.
Anlin’s Dragon Country name was Qiu Anlin.
"Could it really be that Tongtai sent it to me?"
He subconsciously swallowed, Tongtai was already deceased, how could he have possibly sent any package to him?
Could it be that Tongtai had come back... to life?
Upon closer inspection, the fear in his heart gradually dissipated.
The package had been sent on the morning three days ago!
This meant Tongtai had sent it on the morning three days ago.
And Tongtai’s accident happened three days ago at night...
"What did he send me?"
Filled with curiosity, Yang Qingshu opened the box.
The box contained many damage-preventing shock-absorbent plastic foams, and after digging them out, only a small box as long as an arm was left.
He slowly opened the small box, and upon seeing what was inside, he was dumbfounded.
"This... How is this possible?"
Inside the small box was a completely blood-red, snarling, and grimly terrifying Evil Ghost statue!
Wasn’t this precisely the statue Kunshi Qinawa and others had been searching for?
It turns out Tongtai really found it!
However, what he never expected was that Tongtai didn’t keep the statue for himself, but used a courier to send it to him.
He gently picked up the statue from the box, looking it over thoroughly, but couldn’t discern anything special about the statue.
Besides being convincingly shaped, terrifyingly so, could it really provide someone with extraordinary ability?
If true, then why hadn’t Old Man Banhan and others gained extraordinary abilities despite possessing it?
Just as Yang Qingshu was filled with doubts, the statue in his hand suddenly emanated a sensation of heat.
He wanted to throw it away, but the statue seemed to adhere to his palm.
No matter how he swung it, he couldn’t separate it from his hand.
Simultaneously, the scene before his eyes suddenly changed.
He had just been in the hotel room, and now, with a blurring vision, he found himself in a blood-red hall.
The hall was empty, with nothing inside.
"Is anyone here?"
He tried calling out, but apart from his own echo, there were no other sounds.
"Where is this place?"
Yang Qingshu furrowed his brow tightly.
Just as he was about to move to find a way out, pillars of blood suddenly rose from the ground.
This bizarre scene left him both dumbfounded and speechless.
"Boom!"
With a deafening crash, the floor tiles at the front of the hall suddenly shattered.
A coffin as black as ink slowly rose from it.
"Seal a blood contract with me, fulfill your wish!"
The coffin floated leisurely in front of Yang Qingshu.
Following that, a crisp and pleasant, silver bell-like female voice came from within the coffin...