Chapter 42 - You Want to Save Your Sister, Ye Fan? Then Kill the Goddess You Like First

Chapter 42 – You Want to Save Your Sister, Ye Fan? Then Kill the Goddess You Like First

“Want your sister to live? Then shut up.”

A low, hoarse voice. The tone was icy and cold.

Ye Fan was on the subway, heading home.

He’d only planned to go back, take a shower, and change clothes.

Who would’ve thought someone would sit right next to him on the train?

And even more shocking—

Judging from that person’s tone and words—

They knew who he was!

“Who the hell are you? How do you know—”

A glint of cold light flashed in Ye Fan’s eyes!

Right now, he was in a foul mood and full of pent-up rage.

Just as he was about to explode—

That person suddenly stood up and swiftly got off the train with the crowd.

“Wait—!”

Ye Fan was startled.

He tried to give chase, only to find that person had already vanished into the throng.

“Damn it! Who the hell was that?!”

Ye Fan bolted out of the subway car, but it was no use. The person was nowhere to be seen.

There were too many people in the station. Even with his Chosen One’s vision, it was a chaotic blur.

A normal person would’ve given up by now.

But a Chosen One was a Chosen One.

Ye Fan actually managed to spot that figure again in the crowd!

“There’s no way I’m letting you get away without some answers!”

Luck?

Or fate?

Ye Fan gave chase—he even managed to shake off the agents secretly tailing him.

In the blink of an eye—

The two Demon-Slaying Bureau operatives who had been following Ye Fan looked at each other in dismay.

“We lost him?”

“Hurry, report to Director Wei. Tell him we lost the target!”

“Damn it! Is that kid a rat? Blinked and he was gone!”

One of them cursed angrily. The other just shook his head.

Soon after—

Director Wei received the report, and also learned that a mysterious figure had made contact with Ye Fan.

They had already been investigating whether Ye Fan had accomplices.

Now, looking at the situation—

Well damn!

Zhang Chen had hit the nail on the head!

In truth—

The one who had secretly approached Ye Fan in the subway car was none other than Zhang Chen himself!

No one would’ve guessed—

That Zhang Chen would come find Ye Fan—and in such a mysterious way.

At that moment—

Somewhere in the subway station—

Zhang Chen was casually strolling toward the exit.

“Quite obedient, huh.”

He knew Ye Fan was tailing him—after all, he’d baited him on purpose.

It was easy to manipulate people’s curiosity and desire for answers, especially for someone pulling the strings behind the scenes.

“These lottery items from the system really come in handy.”

Why was Zhang Chen so confident that no one would uncover his identity?

Simple.

The Lin family had given him a billion yuan, and when he had nothing better to do, he spun the lottery.

And sure enough, he scored some useful items.

For example—

Paper Puppets!

That’s right!

The current Zhang Chen wasn’t his real self. He was controlling a paper puppet remotely.

It was a technique akin to “scattering beans to form soldiers” from cultivation novels.

Of course, this was the

Terror Revival

dimension—still a ways off from full-fledged cultivation.

But his system really did provide him with such handy tools.

“Too bad this thing’s only good for disguises. Can’t really do anything else.”

Right now, Zhang Chen was still in the hospital’s director office.

Yet through the system, he was controlling the paper puppet remotely.

And this paper puppet could take on any appearance.

Just like in a character creation game—you could make it look however you wanted.

Leaving the subway station—

Zhang Chen’s paper puppet hailed a cab and left.

Ye Fan chased after him.

Seeing the taxi pull away, he immediately flagged down another one!

“Follow that car ahead!”

Ye Fan jumped in and barked the order, face tense.

After all, this was about his sister’s life—he had to get to the bottom of it.

“Hey man, I usually drive safe and slow.”

The taxi driver looked hesitant—then suddenly grinned and said, “All depends on the fare!”

Without hesitation, Ye Fan whipped out a 100-yuan note.

“Just catch up! I’ll pay more if it’s not enough!”

“You got it! Buckle up!”

And credit where it’s due—this driver had skills.

Zipping between cars and overtaking with ease, he drove fast yet steady!

They managed to stay right behind the first taxi the whole time.

Ye Fan finally let out a sigh of relief.

More than half an hour later—

He saw the car ahead stop in front of an office building.

The man from the subway got out and walked straight in.

“Young master, the kid went in.”

The taxi driver who’d just shown off his skills wasn’t some random guy.

He was one of Zhang Chen’s men.

His mission: make sure Ye Fan could follow the trail to where they wanted him to go.

Meanwhile—

Zhang Chen’s paper puppet entered the office building, which housed dozens of companies and business offices.

He took the elevator up.

Ye Fan quickly caught up and forced his way into the elevator just as the doors were closing.

“Who the hell are you?!”

Inside the elevator, there were only two people: Zhang Chen’s paper puppet and Ye Fan.

No, to be precise—

Ye Fan was alone. In the eyes of others, the puppet appeared to be a middle-aged man in his forties.

Zhang Chen’s paper puppet remained silent, as if he hadn’t heard him.

That sparked a flash of anger in Ye Fan’s eyes!

Chosen Ones were often hot-tempered.

They thought the world should revolve around them.

“What did you mean by what you said on the subway?! Tell me!”

Ye Fan’s voice brimmed with fury—he looked like he was about to explode.

And right then—

Zhang Chen, through the puppet, calmly spoke: “Kill Lin Xi.”

Ye Fan couldn’t believe his ears.

He instinctively blurted out: “That’s impossible!”

Just then—

Ding

—the elevator reached its floor.

Zhang Chen’s puppet stepped out and entered an import-export company.

The receptionist saw him and quickly stood up.

“President Wang.”

Ye Fan followed Zhang Chen into one of the offices.

Now that they were alone—

He gritted his teeth and growled, “Who the hell are you?!”

“Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is whether or not your sister can be saved.”

Ye Fan was momentarily speechless. Then he flew into a rage: “Tell me how to save her!”

“Kill Lin Xi.”

“That’s impossible!”

Kill Lin Xi? She was the goddess Ye Fan had secretly admired for ages.

There was no way he could lay a hand on her.

And that’s the thing about Chosen Ones—they were selfish.

If it were Zhang Chen—

Faced with a choice between the only family he had left and a crush?

He’d choose family without hesitation.

A crush wasn’t even his real girlfriend. Just someone he liked from afar—basically a stranger.

How could that compare to one’s own flesh and blood?

Zhang Chen smirked, his gaze filled with contempt. It was almost like he was mocking him.

He said nothing. Just calmly watched Ye Fan.

Watched him wrestle with himself. Watched him torn in two.

This kid’s really got no backbone,

Zhang Chen thought with a silent click of the tongue.

Finally—

It looked like Ye Fan made up his mind!

He raised his head and said, word for word: “Give me a reason! Why do you want Lin Xi dead?”

“And! If I agree—how can you prove you can save my sister?!”

Well now, he’s not completely stupid.

Still just overthinking it.

Footnotes:

气运之子 (qì yùn zhī zǐ) –

Child of Fate / Chosen One

.

A trope in xianxia and modern-fantasy stories, referring to a character who is “favored by the heavens”—everything tends to go their way, and they often have protagonists’ auras, luck, or destiny-altering plot armor.

撒豆成兵 (sǎ dòu chéng bīng) –

Scattering beans to form soldiers

.

A mythical Daoist technique said to animate inanimate objects into an army. Often used in cultivation or magic-themed stories to refer to summoning puppets, soldiers, or golems from seemingly ordinary items.

老人头 (lǎo rén tóu) –

“Old man head”

, slang for the portrait of Mao Zedong on Chinese RMB banknotes, usually referring to a 100-yuan note.