BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 153 Sun Desheng’s Fury

Che Qianzi interrupted the woman:

“Hold on a second. Are you two siblings or husband and wife? One moment siblings, the next moment married couple—what is this, some kind of switch-up? Isn’t that illegal if you mix it up like that?”

The woman shot him a glare.

“I and He Kun are both siblings and husband and wife. That is the rule of our Ghost Dao lineage. When children are born, the elder among them—regardless of gender—must preserve their youthful appearance through anti-aging methods and remain in a child’s form for life. The younger one, in turn, is bound to marry them…”

What she described was a bizarre tradition of the Indonesian Ghost Dao branch, designed to cultivate assassination specialists from childhood. After all, no one would take a “child” seriously.

In such a system, the individual could never live a normal life, marry, or have children like ordinary people. To continue the bloodline, they could only marry close relatives within the family, and their offspring would be raised under the same system. If only one child was born, it was considered divine mercy. If a second child was born, the eldest’s nightmare-like fate truly began.

When she mentioned the Ghost Dao, Yang Xiao’s expression darkened.

He finally couldn’t listen anymore and interrupted her.

“There is no such rule in Ghost Dao Sect. You are descendants of He Youchang, aren’t you? I am Yang Xiao of the Ghost Dao Sect. If I had known you were his descendants, I would have been a bit more courteous earlier…”

The woman looked at him in confusion.

“We are the He family of the Indonesian Ghost Dao branch. We are not part of any Ghost Dao Sect, and we don’t know anyone named Yang Xiao. He Youchang is indeed our ancestor, but that was more than a hundred years ago during the Qing dynasty. He has long been dead. You must be mistaken…”

Yang Xiao frowned.

“So He Youchang still holds a grudge…”

He ignored her and turned to Sun Desheng and the others.

“He Youchang was once the left protector of our Ghost Dao Sect. He was my disciple. But later, he committed the taboo of marrying his own elder sister and even had children. Even within our sect, this was unacceptable. So I expelled him. I heard he went to Southeast Asia with his wife-sister and children afterward. What happened after that, no one knows. I didn’t expect he would establish his own Ghost Dao lineage there…”

After explaining his connection to the He family, Yang Xiao turned back to the woman.

“So it makes sense now. The corpse-controlling curse was passed down by your ancestor, correct? You use that technique to control spirits and kill people…”

“What corpse-controlling curse?”

The woman shook her head in confusion.

“When have we ever used spirits to kill anyone? Someone gave us a 1.5 billion Indonesian rupiah deposit to hire us to kill two people. There would be another 5 billion after completion—but we had to follow the client’s script exactly.

First, we were to control a woman named Gao Yanlian and send her to Xiaobei Prison, where she would transmit a ‘madness curse’ onto a person named Jiang Zhi (an informant). That would create the illusion that Jiang Zhi escaped prison and was killed.

After that, we would kill Gao Yanlian to silence her…”

“But this time, the client was extremely strict. We had to follow his script exactly. Normally, we could have killed Gao Yanlian easily, but instead we were forced to use curse-drawing on a bus to commit dismemberment.

Since the price was high, we had no choice but to comply. We even disguised ourselves as a mother and son from out of town…”

“Wait.”

Sun Desheng suddenly understood something.

“You’re saying the people trying to kill Ren Rong these two times… weren’t you siblings?”

He quickly pulled out his phone and called Lao Mo from the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Once the call connected, Sun Desheng spoke first:

“Old Mo, listen. From now on, don’t let Director Ren go anywhere—”

“What? His wife was in a car accident this morning? And now Old Ren has already taken your Second Division to the hospital?”

Hearing this, Sun Desheng turned on speaker so everyone could hear.

Lao Mo’s voice came through:

“Don’t worry, Big Sun. Old Ren just went to the hospital. He almost emptied out our entire Second Division. Brother Xiong and Da Guanren took more than sixty men fully armed to protect him.

And it’s broad daylight—no ghosts would dare try anything like that…”

“Old Mo, I’m not joking.”

Sun Desheng cut him off sharply.

“Call Da Guanren back immediately. If you can’t, send someone to intercept them. I’ve been lured away. This is a diversion tactic—I don’t have time to explain. I’ll tell you everything when I get back.”

He hung up immediately.

Turning to the others, Sun Desheng said:

“I’ve been played again. Old Ren has definitely been ambushed. Against an opponent like this, even Da Guanren and Brother Xiong would be useless. Director Wu, Yang Jun, and Old Yang are all not in Beijing. Only Tu An is left—and he’s been sent to protect my wife and child…”

Everyone immediately understood the seriousness of the situation.

Xiao Yifeng spoke first:

“It’ll take at least three hours to get back to Beijing from here. Big Sun, maybe you should have Tu An go instead. Director Wu isn’t in Beijing—only you can command him.”

Reluctantly involving his wife’s bodyguard, Sun Desheng hesitated.

But after a moment, he still prioritized the situation.

He stood up and called Shao Yiyi.

After a long wait, his wife finally answered:

“Fatty, what’s wrong? I’m at the hospital… It’s Xiao Wu’s vaccination day. The community clinic ran out of vaccines, so I had to come here instead. Hurry up if you’ve got something to say—he’s almost up next…”

The background was noisy—clearly a hospital.

Before she could finish, another voice suddenly came through the phone:

“Sister-in-law, you’re at the hospital too? What a coincidence—my wife just had a car accident, I came to check on her…”

It was Ren Rong.

“I’ll trouble you to explain things to Sun Director for me. It’s all organizational arrangement… I still need to thank him for last night’s matter. Let’s find a day when both families are free and I’ll treat you all to a meal…”

Sun Desheng’s face instantly changed.

It was the worst possible coincidence.

Then—

A massive explosion sounded through the phone.

Followed by screams—adults and children alike.

Sun Desheng collapsed onto the sofa.

“One One! Are you okay?! One One, answer me! One One!!”

No response.

Only chaos, crying, and screams from the other end.

For the first time, Sun Desheng completely lost control. All his usual calm and scheming vanished. He just kept shouting his wife’s name into the phone.

Shen La stepped forward, snatched the phone from him, and immediately called Tu An on his own device.

After the call connected, he handed it back.

“Talk to him yourself.”

Before Sun Desheng could speak, Shao Yiyi’s trembling voice came through:

“La Zi… give the phone back to Fatty…”

“Fatty, you scared me to death… I just saw Director Ren. We were talking when a few dying people suddenly rushed in and an oxygen tank exploded… Someone seems injured…”

“Fatty… Fatty, are you there?”

Hearing his wife was safe, Sun Desheng finally let out a breath of relief.

He comforted her a few words, then told Tu An to escort them home.

Only after hearing her get into the car did he hang up.

Then he dialed another number.

When the call connected, his expression turned cold.

“Old Ren, good—you’re still alive. Listen carefully. Do exactly what I say from now on. This isn’t just targeting you anymore…”