Chapter 128: Like a Tiger with Wings, the Eye of Karma

Wang Song hurried to the living room, only to find that his youngest son had already fallen. He saw only Wang Lei standing by the balcony, crying.

Wang Song’s youngest son died on the spot. Wang Lei explained that it was his day off, and he had just finished his homework and was about to come out to watch television. His younger brother, as usual, had begun to hit and scold him. Wang Lei was accustomed to this behavior and paid it no mind, but as the hitting continued, he suddenly saw his young brother walk toward the balcony on his own. According to Wang Lei, before his brother jumped, he looked at him and said in an eerie voice that he would wait for him below, that he would definitely come to take him away, and that he would make Wang Lei feel the pain of his suffering while he was still alive.

Wang Lei’s brother was three years his junior and only in the second grade. How could a second-grader say such things? Consequently, no one believed Wang Lei, especially his mother, who insisted that Wang Lei had pushed his brother off the balcony. Since ancient times, it seems most families favor their youngest child. No matter how Wang Lei explained himself, his mother refused to believe him, and the incident eventually led to her divorce from Wang Song.

Wang Song did not blame Wang Lei excessively, not only because Wang Lei was his son, but more importantly, he trusted the police evidence. All physical traces confirmed that Wang Lei’s brother had indeed jumped on his own. Yet, no one could understand why such a young child would jump. Although Wang Song trusted Wang Lei, he did not believe the story Wang Lei told.

Wang Song was frantically pulling at his hair, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at me and Song Zhong. "Gentlemen, he is my only son left, my only kin. I truly cannot watch anything else happen to him. Please, I beg you, save him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Song knelt before us. He began kowtowing to us, his movements in stark contrast to his burly physique and tattoos. Song Zhong glanced at me and quickly helped Wang Song up. "Mr. Wang, what are you doing?"

Wang Song had been skeptical of us at first, but after I demonstrated my abilities upon opening the door, he had come to view me as a person of divine talent.

"Mr. Wang, we accept this case," I said, tapping the table. "When will Wang Lei be back?"

Wang Song checked the time and told me Wang Lei would be out of school in half an hour. I pondered for a moment and told him not to bring Wang Lei home after picking him up, but to take him directly to my shop instead. Before Song Zhong and I left, I placed a "Curse-Breaking Talisman" on every door and bed in Wang Song's home.

Back in the car, Song Zhong gripped the steering wheel with one hand and asked, "Jiang Huai, I think it’s very likely that Wang Song’s youngest son has returned for revenge."

"Revenge?" I asked, puzzled. "What makes you think he returned for revenge?"

I paused, then added, "And how are you so sure that Wang Lei killed him?"

Song Zhong started to speak, but I interrupted him. "Instructor, the police haven't reached a conclusion on this case, so let’s not speculate. Let’s just do our job and get back to the shop."

Song Zhong muttered something under his breath as he drove. I leaned back in the passenger seat, smoking, my mind replaying everything Wang Song had told me. Ultimately, I needed to see Wang Lei, the person involved. I was also curious: who was that person standing in Wang Lei's room, staring at me?

An hour later, Wang Song brought Wang Lei into our shop. "Mr. Song, Mr. Jiang, I’ve brought my son."

Despite Wang Song’s burly appearance, his son, Wang Lei, looked remarkably thin and small. His thighs were thinner than my arms. Wang Lei stood timidly behind his father, sweat beading on his forehead; he seemed to dislike this place intensely.

Wang Song stroked Wang Lei’s head and sighed deeply. "He wasn’t like this before. Since he started feeling unwell, he hasn’t been able to sleep at night, and his nerves are frayed to the extreme."

Wang Song looked helpless. "I originally planned to let him stay home, but someone told me it would be better for him to be at school with his friends, and that places with many people have more 'yang' energy, which would be good for him."

They were right about that. In my opinion, if Wang Lei had stayed home without social contact, coupled with that unknown presence, he might truly have been unable to stand again.

"Come here, come here. What is there for a boy to be afraid of? Let your big brother have a look." I felt it was fine for Wang Lei to call me 'big brother'—if I were still in school, I would only be a freshman in university.

I reached out to pull Wang Lei toward me, but he instinctively shrank back, his brows furrowed and cold sweat forming as he stared at me. Just as I was about to speak, Wang Lei suddenly pointed at me and said, "There is someone behind you who has been following you."

I was startled. Not just me, but Song Zhong turned around to check as well. Yet, after looking for a long time, there was not a shadow of a person. There was no one, not even a ghost—and I had already opened my spiritual eyes.

"What kind of person? Can you tell your big brother?"

Wang Lei’s eyes darted around; he was genuinely afraid to look behind me. After a moment, he slowly raised his eyes and said, "It’s a very, very fierce monk. He has no eyes, but he seems to be crying constantly..."

Wang Lei’s words sent a shock through me. I turned my head quickly to look again, but I still saw nothing. I didn't need to guess who Wang Lei was talking about—it could only be Yu Nie! But why couldn't I see him?

"You... can you really see him?"

Wang Lei nodded.

I stood up, took a deep breath, and tried to steady my breathing. I asked Song Zhong to keep them company for a while and went back to my room. I pulled out my phone and called my grandfather without hesitation.

"Grandfather."

Once the call connected, I immediately told him what Wang Lei had seen. My grandfather didn't seem surprised at all.

"Is that not normal? Everyone's eyes are different. You and Yu Nie have a relationship; you are entangled in his karma. Until that karma is resolved, will he not always follow you? Besides, Yu Nie is not just your karma, but your inner blockage. Why are you making such a fuss?"

My grandfather's words were filled with disdain, but he also told me this wasn't the main point. The point was that I was lucky to have encountered someone with "Karmic Eyes."

Karmic Eyes, as the name suggests, allow one to see the deepest karma and obsessions within a person. I had heard my grandfather talk about this before, but I had always thought it impossible. After all, having such eyes would be incredible. If someone in our profession possessed them, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.