No One Is Allowed To Lay Eyes On The Evil God’s Precious Beauty - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Qing-qing, You’re So Big

“This… this…”

Li Qingquan’s very first professional gig had spiraled into a massive disaster. He stared wide-eyed, offering a dry, frantic explanation: “I had a firm grip on it!”

But in the blink of an eye, it felt as if something had darted past him, directly pushing the statue over.

It really wasn’t him!

Cen Yue stared fixedly at the shattered pieces on the ground, her body beginning to tremble slightly.

“Master Li, are you being sincere?”

Li Qingquan screamed ‘injustice’ in his heart, but since the statue had broken while in his hands, he found it impossible to defend himself. “Ms. Cen, I am truly sorry. How about… I commission another one for you?”

“You can’t commission another,” Cen Yue’s voice was icy, her shoulders heaving as she struggled to suppress her rage.

“Mother.”

Fu Liuye strode over, placing an arm around Cen Yue’s shoulders and patting her comfortingly. “Master Li didn’t do it on purpose.”

Standing to the side, Wu Yi suddenly noticed something strange about the way Fu Liuye walked. He wasn’t putting weight on his left foot, as if… he were injured.

Wasn’t he fine just a few days ago?

Cen Yue took a deep breath. “What do we do now?”

Seeing them look his way, Li Qingquan quickly suggested, “Gather the fragments with a red cloth and place them on the altar. Then, burn incense to ask the Deity for forgiveness.”

With no other choice, Cen Yue went back into the house herself and brought out a piece of red velvet.

“Master Li, please don’t touch anything else. My son and I will handle this.”

Li Qingquan was beyond embarrassed. He stood up straight, his mind racing with calculations of how much money he was going to have to pay in damages. In his peripheral vision, he saw Wu Yi, who had been standing quietly in the corner, suddenly step forward and pick something up from the ground.

“What is this?”

Cen Yue gasped and stood up hurriedly. “Little Master, don’t touch that! Give it to me.”

But the usually obedient Wu Yi lost his sense of propriety today. Instead of listening, he gripped the small tea cup tightly and took a step back.

Fu Liuye also stood up, his face darkening as he looked at the boy. “What are you doing?”

“I just want to ask, what is this?” Facing the two of them, Wu Yi was actually a bit flustered, but with Qing Zhu present, he didn’t feel afraid. He held up the pure black tea cup. “I saw this fall out of the statue.”

Li Qingquan’s gaze also fell on the strange cup. He couldn’t help but say, “Are you sure you saw right? Why would there be junk inside the statue?”

“Maybe it’s not junk,” Wu Yi’s voice was soft but firm.

When the statue shattered, Cen Yue had felt the world go dark. Now, seeing this boy causing trouble, she nearly lost her footing.

“What exactly are you trying to do?”

Fu Liuye frowned deeply, supporting his mother. When he turned back to Wu Yi, however, his eyes didn’t hold much hostility. His voice was actually quite gentle.

“Put it down first. These are things you shouldn’t touch.”

Meeting his calm eyes, Wu Yi felt a surge of guilt. After a moment, he whispered, “I just want to know the origin of this item. If you tell me, I’ll give it back. Otherwise…”

He wasn’t used to making threats, especially since Cen Yue and Fu Liuye had always been so polite to him. Taking such a stance made him feel incredibly uncomfortable.

But he had promised Qing Zhu. He had to grit his teeth and push through.

“Otherwise, I’ll smash it.”

Li Qingquan was dumbfounded. “What’s gotten into you?”

Cen Yue’s patience snapped. “Liuye.”

At her call, Fu Liuye released her shoulder and strode toward Wu Yi.

Without thinking, Wu Yi raised the tea cup high. Just as he was about to let go, Fu Liuye accurately caught his wrist. The grip was so strong it made Wu Yi’s bones ache.

“I’m sorry,” Fu Liuye apologized politely, but his action of prying Wu Yi’s fingers open to take the cup was irresistible. “This is very important to our family. We cannot give it to you.”

Seeing his mission failing, Wu Yi remembered that Qing Zhu could clear people’s memories if needed. He decided to stop beating around the bush.

“Can you really not listen? What if… I can make your family’s situation even better?”

Fu Liuye paused. Cen Yue’s expression became complex.

Wu Yi took a breath, wriggled out of Fu Liuye’s hold, and stared at him earnestly.

“That little sheep… did you throw it away?”

Fu Liuye’s pupils flickered. He didn’t need to think twice to know what the boy was referring to.

“It’s in the study.”

His voice was suddenly husky. When he spoke again, the shock was gone, replaced by a sense of relaxation, as if he had been expecting this.

“It was you.”

Wu Yi felt a bit embarrassed by his intense gaze and looked away. “I really just want to know those things. It has something to do with my friend. Is it really impossible to say?”

Qing Zhu wasn’t the reckless type. If he broke the statue, he must have sensed something. That tea cup likely held a special meaning.

Cen Yue also realized something. She stepped forward, her face filled with apology.

“I thank you for what you did before, but we truly cannot tell you about this. The story is too old. Moreover… those are memories from long ago. My husband has passed away, and his most important dying wish was for us to guard this thing. I hope you can understand.”

Fu Liuye kept his eyes on Wu Yi, seeming as if he wanted to say something.

“What if I told you that I know the Deity you worship?” Wu Yi’s words were shocking.

Cen Yue’s eyes dimmed instantly. “Impossible.”

She spoke with absolute certainty, but seeing Wu Yi’s bewilderment, she softened her tone. “It’s impossible. You must have seen wrong.”

But it’s true!

Wu Yi looked at their stubbornness, at a loss for words. He felt like a bratty child throwing a tantrum, while the two elders were maintaining their grace and manners, making him look like a lunatic.

Curse you, Qing Zhu, making me do all the dirty work.

“There is something beneath the shrine,” Qing Zhu’s voice echoed in his mind again.

Wu Yi: “…”

Aaaah! I’m going crazy!

He took a deep breath. Looking at the solemn expressions of the mother and son, his courage failed again.

“How about… we come back and dig it up secretly at night?”

He was probably better suited for sneaky things like that.

“That is my property. Why should I steal it?” Qing Zhu’s voice was cold. “Take it openly.”

Then why don’t you do it yourself!

Wu Yi felt wronged to the core. He took another deep breath and forced himself to speak: “If you don’t tell me, I’ll have to dig up what’s buried under the shrine.”

At such an insult, even Cen Yue’s politeness began to crumble.

“Little Master, does our Fu family have a grudge against you? Why must you come here to cause trouble on this day?”

“I’m sorry.” Wu Yi bit his lip. He looked at Li Qingquan, who was watching the drama in shock, and decided to take a gamble. “Li Qingquan!”

Li Qingquan panicked visibly. He looked at his employer, then at Wu Yi’s determined eyes. Suddenly, driven by a strange force, he grabbed a pickaxe nearby, aimed it at the base of the shrine, and swung it down hard.

“No!” Cen Yue’s pupils shrank. She lunged forward without thinking.

Suddenly, a blinding white light erupted from the backyard. Wu Yi instinctively covered his eyes, unable to see for several moments.

A sharp, piercing whistle echoed in his ears, making his eardrums ache. But it didn’t last long; the sound receded like a tide.

It was so quiet.

The noise seemed to vanish the moment he closed his eyes. It felt like a long time passed—long enough for Wu Yi to feel like he’d had a full night’s sleep.

When he finally opened his eyes and felt the noon sun on his eyelids, he realized only a few seconds had passed.

Li Qingquan was still holding the pickaxe. Cen Yue stood dazed behind him. Fu Liuye stood by Wu Yi’s side, staring at the smashed base of the shrine.

The light faded, revealing a plain black cloth buried beneath.

Li Qingquan felt a chill run down his spine. “What is that?”

Seeing the object, Wu Yi felt relieved and wanted to go check it out.

But in the next second, Cen Yue turned toward him. Her eyes widened as she stared at the space behind him, as if seeing something incredible.

Li Qingquan noticed the silence and turned around. “Holy crap!”

Wu Yi was confused, but seeing Fu Liuye’s stunned expression, he finally realized something was behind him.

He turned around. Black mist was billowing behind him, covering the entire sky above the backyard.

It was far larger than anything he had seen in recent years. The thick mist gathered and rose; at such a close distance, he could clearly feel the immense power within it—it was on a completely different level than usual.

This was…

With a thud, Cen Yue knelt without hesitation. “Liuye, kneel.”

Fu Liuye didn’t hesitate, dropping to his knees.

Li Qingquan blinked, feeling completely out of place. He swallowed hard. “Do… do I have to kneel too?”

No one answered him.

Wu Yi was oblivious to the movement behind him. He looked at the black mist—now larger than himself—with wide-eyed wonder. He couldn’t help but let out a beautiful smile, tilting his head back to catch the drifting tendrils of smoke at the edge of the mist.

“Qing-qing, you’re so big.”

The black mist gradually coalesced into a blurry human figure, tall and imposing.

At first glance, it was dangerous; anyone else would have fled. But Wu Yi didn’t seem to notice. He even stepped toward it, reaching out to touch the edge of the mist.

It was icy to the touch, feeling surreal, like a cloud of vapor.

A force gently grasped his hand. It was light, but it still left a small, faint red mark on his soft, pale forearm.

“Not afraid?”

Wu Yi heard the teasing reminder of when he had nearly been scared to tears before. He couldn’t help but pucker his face. “I’m not that much of a coward.”

After speaking, he ignored Qing Zhu’s mockery and leaned in to hug him.

“I like it like this.”

Finally, he wasn’t just a tiny cluster. And… he vaguely sensed that Qing Zhu’s personality had changed slightly.

He seemed even quieter than usual.

Was it because of the thing under the black cloth? What was in there that could give him so much power?

As he wondered, he suddenly remembered the three people behind him. He quickly let go and turned around, freezing at the sight.

“They…”

The black mist gathered and pressed against his shoulder, signaling him to be silent.

Wu Yi quieted down and stood obediently behind him.