Chapter 1141 - 1138: Nuwa
"Who are you?" Yang Zi looked at these eyes but couldn't see the face, and couldn't help but ask curiously.
The eyes smiled, and Yang Zi only heard a voice echo in her mind: "Who am I? Haha, I am the Guardian of Fate. Your destiny is already under my control. Come, accept the arrangement of fate."
A sudden sense of fear surged in Yang Zi's heart, and she shouted loudly, "I control my own destiny. I don't need to accept your arrangement."
"Haha," the voice echoed in her mind, "everything in the world cannot escape my arrangement as the Guardian of Fate. Neither can you. Come, for the sake of the man you love, Lin Chuan, coming back to your side, you should accept me."
If Lin Chuan could come back to her side, Yang Zi wouldn't regret doing anything. She said, "Can you really make Lin Chuan come back to me?"
"Lin Chuan is also a man. He is also subject to my arrangement of fate. I will surely fulfill your wish." The voice echoed.
Yang Zi bit her lip slightly, her eyes filled with determination, and said, "Alright, Guardian of Fate, I am willing to accept your arrangement."
As soon as the words fell, Yang Zi felt her body tremble, and a mysterious power entered her body.
This mysterious power entered Yang Zi's body and flashed through her mind. She woke up suddenly, only to find herself still in the café, with Xia Meng smiling at her from across.
"What's going on? What just happened?" Yang Zi asked Xia Meng.
Xia Meng smiled gently and said, "Nothing much, you just had a dream."
Not far away, on the table where Xia Meng had been sitting, a few lines of text suddenly appeared on the blank page of a laptop. The general meaning was that Yang Zi was willing to accept the Guardian of Fate's arrangement for her, becoming the 920th Guardian of Destiny.
Someone asked what fate really is. Even the most learned people might not be able to answer. Whether a person's fate can be dictated by oneself, Xia Meng's answer is only one sentence: I am the Guardian of Fate; no one's fate escapes my arrangement.
Who is Xia Meng, really, and why can she control a person's destiny? What does it mean that Yang Zi became the 920th Guardian of Destiny, and what will her eventual fate be?
All these things are like a mystery.
...
Meanwhile, in another part of Xichuan City, something else was happening.
As an ordinary primary school teacher, Fu Xi has lived the same routine for thirteen years: going to work, coming home, shopping with his wife, cooking for her. His life is truly simple, to the extent that it cannot be any simpler.
Fu Xi and his wife Nie Qianqian have been married for seven or eight years now, and they still don't have a child, but Fu Xi treats his wife very well, taking care of her attentively.
This afternoon, after school, Fu Xi, as always, packed up his things and intended to go directly to the market to buy groceries.
The market is not far from the school, just crossing the school playground.
After leaving the school gate and turning a street, Fu Xi arrived at the playground. There were few people on the playground, with a few children playing football in the distance.
At dusk, as the sun set, everything seemed peaceful. And just then, the air around suddenly solidified. The children playing football froze in various poses like puppets, and time seemed to stop at that moment.
Fu Xi didn't move, but although he didn't move, a glint appeared in his eyes.
"I have waited for you for hundreds of years, finally you've appeared." Fu Xi raised his eyes and said slowly.
Everything around remained still, even the swaying treetops froze, but Fu Xi's voice shattered the stillness and conveyed far and wide.
"Yes, I am here. I have sought you for hundreds of years and finally found you." In the frozen space, a clear voice floated out.
Fu Xi moved his hands, causing the frozen space to shake immediately. With his hands clasped behind his back, he began to move, rising suddenly, his steps barely a meter above the ground. With each step, the frozen space quaked wildly.
"Fu Xi, though noble as the Human King, you cannot break through my frozen space." The clear voice sounded again.
Fu Xi's lips curled slightly, his hands behind his back suddenly slicing an arc in the frozen space.
As Fu Xi's hands passed through, it was as if the frozen space was torn open, revealing a person, a woman, and no less than an exquisitely beautiful woman.
Her skin was snow-white, her long hair jet-black, covered with a white hood, her slender figure wrapped in a flowing red dress that reached the ground.
She appeared noble, possessing an indescribable aura — an aura that could make any woman bow before her. To put it simply, this aura was like a fairy untouched by the world's dust.
"It's been thousands of years, can you still not let go?" Fu Xi, stepping within the frozen space, looked at the woman and sighed.
Anger surged across the woman's exquisite face as she said, "You know it's been thousands of years, do you understand how I lived all these years? I have searched for you for hundreds of years, just to exact revenge."
Fu Xi sighed again, saying, "Nuwa, why must you put yourself through this."
Nuwa, could this woman be the legendary mother of humans, the creator Nuwa?
Nuwa's face grew increasingly resentful, her anger causing her exquisite face to appear somewhat distorted. She let out a sharp scream, her fair arms raised high, causing the once still space to start shaking violently.
Fu Xi stood within the space, his body swaying alongside the movements.
Within the violent tremors of the space, countless powerful energy waves materialized from between Nuwa's hands, attacking Fu Xi's body.
A pale cyan light emanated from around Fu Xi's body, forming a protective shield. Countless strong energy waves collided with the pale cyan shield, producing a series of bangs.
Fu Xi's body was shrouded within the shield. He started moving toward Nuwa, with arms outstretched, shouting, "Illusions and shadows, shatter!"
Bang...
The trembling space emitted a tearing sound, like glass being shattered, and the entire space broke apart.
"Fu Xi, I will never let you go." Nuwa's exquisite face was filled with intense spite as she vanished without a trace.
With space shattered, everything around reverted to its original form, the children nearby seemingly oblivious to what had just happened, continuing their joyful soccer game.
Fu Xi stood there, a touch of sorrow on his face, sighing softly as he walked slowly.
The setting sun illuminated his silhouette, making it appear so lonely.
...
Zheng Hongmei, in recent days, had been kept in the detention room, awaiting legal judgment for hiding Yang Zi.
Zheng Hongmei did not regret her actions; Yang Zi was her lifesaver, without whom Zheng Hongmei wouldn't have what she has today.
Zhang Wenhui and Song Xiaojia had interrogated Zheng Hongmei several times, but she refused to utter a word.
At this moment, Zheng Hongmei sat alone in the detention room, staring blankly at the light streaming through the small window.
It was dusk now, and the setting sun's rays shone in, illuminating Zheng Hongmei's face, her fine hair, her delicate nose, resembling a clay figure.
The door of the detention room rattled and then opened, a police officer entered: "Zheng Hongmei, come out."
Zheng Hongmei glanced at the officer, got up, and followed him out of the detention room.
In a room inside, Zhang Wenhui stood there, looking at Zheng Hongmei, saying, "Zheng Hongmei, someone has bailed you out. We hope you won't leave Jiangbei City during this time so that you can cooperate with our investigation into Yang Zi's situation at any time."
Someone bailed me out, Zheng Hongmei felt puzzled, few knew of her arrest in Jiangbei City, not even her employees, so why would someone come to bail her?
Zhang Wenhui kept staring at Zheng Hongmei, seeing her silent, he continued, "Zheng Hongmei, if there's no problem, sign this paper and you can leave."
Silently, Zheng Hongmei went over, signed her name on a document, and without glancing at Zhang Wenhui or the other officers, she exited the room.
A few days back, with Lin Chuan's assistance, Zhang Wenhui had caught two puppets, but Yang Zi was still missing, and there wasn't a single clue about the true culprit behind the police murder case.
Puppets were crafted from the dead, and no matter how skilled Zhang Wenhui was, he couldn't make dead people speak.
He had hoped to gain some leads on Yang Zi through Zheng Hongmei, but she stayed tight-lipped, leaving him no choice but to ask Director Hu to release Zheng Hongmei and maintain 24-hour surveillance on her, hoping to find Yang Zi in this manner.
Director Hu initially thought that with Lin Chuan's arrival, the series of heinous crimes occurring recently would be solved, but days had passed without even a shadow of Lin Chuan being seen, except for the two talisman-affixed corpses sent by Zhang Wenhui, with hardly any other progress.
Upon hearing Zhang Wenhui's suggestion, Director Hu also found it feasible and agreed with it, opting to let Zheng Hongmei go, using her to locate Yang Zi.
Zheng Hongmei exited the detention center, glanced around, finding nobody present.
Standing dazed for a moment, Zheng Hongmei walked forward alone, along the cement road, and finally made it to the nearby highway after about ten minutes.
She stood waiting for nearly half an hour before finally catching a taxi, whereupon she asked the driver to take her directly back to Emperor Nightclub.
Upon entering Emperor Nightclub, her employees spotted the boss who hadn't been seen for days and greeted her with smiles.
Zheng Hongmei tried her best to muster a smile, entered her office, shut the door, and sank into her office chair.