Chapter 56 Faust (Part 2)

Chapter 56 Faust (Part 2)

"As you wish."

Faust danced excitedly, enjoying the sweet pain and anger, opened his mouth, and chanted words like a poem:

"One ceremony, ten times of gluttony, the bones of a hundred people, the eyes of a thousand birds and ten thousand poisonous snakes!

Died in a coffin, that's why we wept, Transformed from a hell, that's why we perish.

The shadow of rebirth will cling to its wings, and the dormant bird will fly into the sky! "

Snapped!

It was the sound of the armrest breaking, under angrily clenched hands.

Ai Qing gritted her teeth and did not speak.

His most precious treasure was only exchanged for a useless prophecy poem?

After the poetic excitement, Faust stroked his hair refreshedly, raised his head, looked down at those pupils, as if he could glimpse the raging lava under the ice, and grinned.

"You have one last question left."

Ai Qing didn't speak.

Faust waited patiently.

Until she finally calmed down and asked her final questions.

"...Astronomical Society, will anyone lose their lives because of this?"

Faust raised an eyebrow.

Holding on to his crutches, he moved forward and moved closer, carefully scrutinizing Ai Qing's face, admiring her calm expression, watching quietly, until he saw the desire for answers in those eyes, and then revealed Smile badly.

"Do you want to know?"

He giggled and looked at him with wide eyes: "Do you want to know? Do you really want to know?"

Ai Qing didn't speak.

"You should have better questions, what made you weak, little girl?" Faust admired her face in amazement, triumphantly: "I know who you want to ask, so there is no need to beat around the bush, I can tell you the answer."

"but--"

He paused, and said the almost joking price:

"—I want your tears."

"It can't be done."

In the silence, Ai Qing looked at him indifferently: "I don't have that kind of thing."

"Then you are destined not to get an answer. Haha, hahahaha, hahahahaha..."

Faust laughed, seeing the devil mocking his master: "Why do you still care about people other than yourself, little girl, don't you hate all of this? You hate the sublimated, and you hate the powerless The man who hates the strong hates the weak.

You hate those who have happiness, but those who lose everything cannot get your mercy.

Is your hatred really necessary? "

"Come on!"

He grinned grinningly, uncovering the last scar: "Isn't it you who you hate the most?"

Ai Qing didn't speak.

As if unheard of.

"You will suffer forever and never be relieved."

Faust grinned, and his forked tongue like a poisonous snake stirred vicious saliva from his mouth: "No one can save you, little girl, your heart has already been left in hell, in a place where even demons can't survive. Lonely place!"

"—You will suffer forever, just as you will be alone forever!"

"If it's just loneliness and pain, is there anything to be afraid of?"

Ai Qing finally raised her eyes, and said softly, "Since you're happy enough, it's my turn—"

At that moment, Faust's eyes widened.

bent over.

Staring at his abdomen in astonishment, the dagger that had entered without a handle.

The dagger was drawn.

Bright holy light emerged from the ridge of the dagger, evaporating drops of pitch-black blood with a hissing sound.

This is her well-prepared farewell gift.

Boom!

His body wobbled, and collapsed again, bit by bit turning into ink-stained mosquitoes and flies, being pulled back into the violently flipped book.

"Go back to your hell, Faust." Ai Qing looked at him indifferently, "Enjoy the eternal life and omniscience that your slaves will pity."

"No, I would expect—"

In agony, the demon casts one last mocking glance at the mortal world: "The next time you and I meet, the price you will pay..."

The figures dissipated.

The armored man's hand holding the sword tightened and loosened, and finally, there was no movement.

Although suspected of damaging border relics, Ai Qing never violated any precepts.

Thus, the pages of the book were closed, and the shackles came again.

His sealed eyes seemed to be looking at Ai Qing. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, turned around and left as a phantom.

In the silence, the study returned to silence.

For a long time.

Suddenly there was a phone call.

Caller ID - Unknown.

.

The phone rang persistently, as if waiting for her response, until she reached out and pressed the answer button.

"Which one?"

"Xiao Qing? It's me, Qi Wen, do you still remember Uncle Qi?"

There was a warm laugh on the phone, and a slightly old voice said, "I'm sorry, sorry, I called suddenly, I'm an idler, didn't I bother you?

I was shocked when I heard the old man said that you were in Xinhai. Why didn't you come and sit with me after so long? "

The old man on the phone said with emotion: "It just so happens that your cousin just came back from America a few days ago. You young people must have a lot of common language, so you need to communicate more... Why don't I ask him to pick you up tomorrow and come to my place for dinner? How was the meal?"

"..."

Ai Qing listened silently, enduring the unhappiness and gloom in her chest, she was really fed up with that guy who clings to the old and sells the old.

"Mr. Qi, you don't need to eat. I've been busy with work recently."

"Family, don't make such a mess. Are you still angry at home? Blood is thicker than water, what kind of enmity can't be resolved." Uncle Qi sighed melancholy, "I can't be more angry. Wouldn't it be nice for you to accompany me?

The old man will turn 100 in a few months, so don't be angry with him anymore. Every time during the holidays, the old man would always ask, is Xiaoqing back? Is Xiaoqing back yet? I call you, but you always don't answer - no matter how important work is, is it important to have family?

Besides, wasn't the old man doing it for you back then? You see, in the end your father succeeded in ascension, and even you have the tendency to awaken the essence..."

snap.

There was a crack in the pen in Ai Qing's hand.

In the silence, Ai Qing's eyes drooped, and she could no longer conceal the gloom and anger that penetrated into her bones.

Let the person on the phone chatter for a long time until he shuts up.

"Mr. Qi, it's enough to stop the boring family talk here. I still have work to do, so let's leave it at that."

She said, "Finally, please remember clearly, my name is Ai Qing."

"—Ai Ye's Ai, the sky is fine."

"...Since you think so, I have nothing to say."

In the silence, Qi Wen didn't say anything else, but just sighed: "The old man often tells us something - children who don't go home will suffer outside."

The busy tone came.

The phone hangs up.

Ai Qing calmly put down her phone, expressionless.

If the good news is like the doves that always arrive late, the bad news is like the crows that always come in flocks, and then keep dropping foul-smelling feces, leaving a disgusting mess.

They will explode in one place.

When you least expect it, where you least expect it.

Now, not only are the work problems from the people who have returned to the net and the vicious fables left by Faust, but also the pressure from the family has blocked her when it should not have happened.

Even if this pressure has long been expected by her.

She has long recognized how precious she is as a puppet.

No matter from the standpoint of the family or her personal judgment, she will not allow herself to be outside the Yin family.

After nearly a hundred years of decline, the current Yin clan has managed to regain its strength, but it is far away from its original prominent position. I don't know how long it will take to restore the former glory.

Compared with those foreign nobles who have a long heritage, decades may be short-lived, and there are many examples of returning to the peak of power after bearing the burden of humiliation for hundreds of years.

Of course, there are even more people with no bones left.

It's a long, all-out gamble where every chip counts. In other words, in order to achieve this goal, every clansman, whether they are the main house or the side branch, is an incomparably precious consumable.

What's more, now that Ai Qing has become the inspector of the Astronomical Society, even if she is just a newcomer, the hidden power behind her can reach an astonishing level when necessary.

It can be predicted that the Yin family is already preparing to participate in this struggle between the Sovereign faction representing Wuchang and the Frontier faction representing the border within the Astronomical Society.

Might have already placed a bet.

And what role will I play in their plan?

Forcibly driving her tired brain to work, during the long silence, Ai Qing actually began to envy the fat professor.

At least he can find plenty of heat whenever and wherever he needs it.

It's not like myself, who can only add sugar cubes that are too sweet to make people feel tired again and again.

It wasn't the family that made her wary, at least not yet.

It was this phone call.

What does it represent?

a warning? A warm notice to save the family? or something else?

It should be more than that.

Unreasonably, she had this premonition: Qi Wen might not represent only the Yin family.

Even though the Yin family has supported him so much all these years, but think about it with his heels, how could Qi Wen, an old ghost who holds a lot of potential energy in one hand, be so obedient that he even flattered the Yin family's heels in such a matter?

Is his purpose really that simple?

No matter how sincere her words were, she still felt something else from Qi Wen's body, as if something was hidden.

Even those seemingly sincere persuasions seemed to be testing something.

Even though she has never had any contact with them, she still knows how powerful the Qi family is in this declining small city.

Almost like the Huai family back then.

On the surface, the Qi family has been focusing on shipping and logistics for these years, but in the dark, smuggling may be indispensable.

But is this rare?

It can be said that it is commonplace, but it is a bad street when it is said that it is a bad street. Relying on so many coastal routes and not smuggling, is that still human?

This kind of thing can't be stopped, and with Qi Wen's sophistication, he will definitely not end in person to leave any excuses for others.

So, what is he testing?

What do you want to get from this inspector who is almost like a decoration?

She pondered in silence for a long time before she let out a long breath. It seems that no matter what, all hidden dangers must be checked...

In addition, the necessary precautions should also be put on the agenda.

After pondering, she picked up the phone.

"Hello, Municipal Library Archives Management Office, who is it?"

"Professor?"

Ai Qing asked, "In addition to the investigation of the Savior's Church, help me find out all the movements of the Qi family in the past few years, and hurry up."

There was the rustling sound of writing on the other end of the phone, and soon, a deep voice replied: "Okay, it has been recorded and filed, the price is still the old rule, and there is a 30% increase for urgent mail, is it okay?"

"It's up to you, I just want the result."

"One day."

The professor replied, so the phone was hung up.

Ai Qing put down the phone expressionlessly, but the uneasiness in her heart became more and more intense.

After a long time, she closed her eyes and sighed wearily.