Chapter 74: Weight Is a Hard Flaw [First Update]

Aside from the three lines of information above, there was one final entry.

[Midwife: Zhan Xuefen]

So, what was recorded inside this file was actually information from Yan Yu’s mother’s childbirth?

With a heart full of unease, Yan Yu opened the file and found several photographs inside.

All of them were in black and white.

One photo showed his mother, Tang Xinyi, lying on a hospital bed, looking utterly exhausted, with blood soaking the bedding.

The other photos featured only a newborn baby.

The infant had just entered the world, the long umbilical cord still attached to his belly, his eyes squeezed shut, mouth contorted in a cry.

Yan Yu’s pupils contracted suddenly.

The baby in the photograph—

had no left hand!

This was a deformed child; all his other body parts appeared healthy and whole, but his left hand was missing!

“Is… is that me?”

Yan Yu questioned himself, glancing at his exposed left arm, then muttered softly, “That… is me!”

His left arm was a Yin-Yang limb, akin to Su Han’s Yin-Yang eye.

In this world, there exists a special group of people whose bodies, from birth, attract Yin energy and resentment to certain parts, resulting in strange transformations.

Su Han’s Yin-Yang eye was one such gift, likely innate, but Yan Yu’s Yin-Yang arm was acquired later.

Resentment is a force with tremendous power, capable of affecting reality itself. It can accumulate not only in objects but also in human organs.

In ancient times, the executioner’s blade was an object of concentrated resentment; one swing could cause lesser spirits to scatter in terror.

Yan Yu’s Yin-Yang arm was also a vessel of resentment, but he did not possess it when he was born.

In other words, he gained this Yin-Yang arm after birth.

But—

If Yan Yu had been born without a left arm, Xia Liu, who wished to adopt him, would have certainly known. Yet when Yan Yu first met Xia Liu, she showed no reaction whatsoever.

This meant that, not long after his birth—perhaps even before his first month—the Yin-Yang arm had already been attached to him.

Looking back, ever since Yan Yu could remember, his left arm had always been there. It was only as he grew older that Master Lin Xuan taught him how to unseal its powers.

The Yin-Yang arm was formidable, immensely strong, brimming with resentment; ordinary spirits stood no chance against it.

Because he carried such a dark artifact, Yan Yu had never feared Yin energy entering his body; no matter how much entered, the ghostly hand would devour it all.

Yet, the use of the ghost hand was not without limits.

Master Lin Xuan had warned him: the Yin-Yang arm was a profoundly evil thing. Using it would inevitably incur Heaven’s wrath.

When he was young and ignorant, Yan Yu had used it once. Upon learning this, his master flew into a rage, scolded him harshly, and then used a fortune-shifting ritual to transfer Yan Yu’s punishment onto himself.

That night—

Lin Xuan was arrested for visiting prostitutes, broke his leg trying to escape, and spent two full months unable to get out of bed.

From then on, Yan Yu understood: the consequences of using the ghost hand were dire… yes, very dire…

Aside from the photos, the file contained nothing else. Once again, Yan Yu’s trail had gone cold.

He was certain his mother had been to the internet addiction center and had undergone electrotherapy with Yang Yongsheng. But after his birth, where did she go?

Only Yang Yongsheng would know.

Yan Yu put away the photos and decided to return to the office and question Yang Yongsheng directly.

He passed through the narrow stairway and had just arrived at the office when he saw Fatty Hao Zhuang and his companions lying on the floor, and Yang Yongsheng, who should have been tied to the office chair, was nowhere to be found!

“Not good!”

Yan Yu’s expression changed, and in the next instant, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, his consciousness slipping away.

“You think you can bring me down, Yan Yu? Impossible… impossible! Hahaha!”

Yang Yongsheng’s sinister laughter echoed in Yan Yu’s ears. He felt himself being dragged back to the basement.

His vision blurred, but he vaguely saw Fatty and the others being dragged in as well.

After a while, Yan Yu regained consciousness, his head throbbing, his face sticky—it was covered in blood.

“Fatty! Big Guy! Feng Liang!” Yan Yu shouted loudly.

Fatty and Hao Zhuang slowly woke. When they saw their surroundings, Fatty immediately turned pale with fear. “We’re done for… we’ve been caught… we’ll be electrocuted, stuffed into jars…”

“Calm down! What happened?” Yan Yu demanded.

Fatty replied, “It was Feng Liang. As soon as Big Guy and I crawled back to the office, Feng Liang trapped us—he wanted to kill Yang Yongsheng himself!”

Hao Zhuang added, “But Yang Yongsheng suddenly woke up, and somehow subdued Feng Liang. We tried to warn you, boss, but…”

Yan Yu’s face darkened as he glanced at Instructor Yan lying on the floor, uncertain whether Feng Liang still inhabited his body.

At that moment, Yang Yongsheng descended the shadowy stairs, sneering at Fatty. “Don’t be afraid, little Fatty.”

“You… you won’t kill me?” Fatty stammered.

Yang Yongsheng shook his head. “No, I will kill you. I like men and I like women—just not fat men. Besides, there’s no jar big enough for your corpse here.”

Fatty was so distressed by this remark that death almost seemed preferable.

“Yan Yu, I never expected you to almost fool me.”

Yang Yongsheng approached Yan Yu, carrying a bucket of water, which he poured over Yan Yu’s body.

Only then did Yan Yu realize he was strapped to the electric chair!

“Soaking your body ensures the current reaches every corner—death will be that much more painful.”

Hao Zhuang shouted, “Yang, you villain, we’ve already called the police! Even if you kill us, your crimes won’t stay hidden!”

“Do you think I care about that?”

Yang Yongsheng ignored Fatty and Hao Zhuang, smiling as he addressed Yan Yu. “I should have known—you’re that child.”

“You know me?” Yan Yu asked in a low voice.

“The child of Tang Xinyi—how could I not recognize you? At the very least… I know your arm,” Yang Yongsheng said, gently stroking Yan Yu’s arm, sending chills down his spine.

“You’ve returned—fate itself. Once I electrocute you, I’ll preserve you in the finest glass jar, place you among my collection, and admire you every day… hahahaha!”

Yang Yongsheng let out a sharp, grating laugh, then pressed a wet towel over Yan Yu’s face.

“Boss!”

Fatty and Hao Zhuang cried out in terror.