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Chapter 249. The Schemer

At this time, in Haidu, near the headquarters of Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals.

Dawn was like blood, soaking the entire desolate forest.

The withered branches whimpered softly in the wind, like the lingering echo of some ancient musical instrument.

A young man stood among the jagged shadows of the trees, leaning on a cane. The hem of his dark brown coat was lifted by the wind, revealing a dark red velvet lining underneath.

The light brown top hat was tilted slightly, with two raven tail feathers sticking out from the brim, trembling gently as he looked up.

The silver head of the cane gleamed coldly in the morning light, sinking deeply into the soil piled with decaying leaves.

The sunlight illuminated his clear features, his deep red eyes like embers from a burning campfire, his tangled black hair pressed down by the brim of his hat, revealing only two ruby ​​earrings sparkling on his earlobes.

"Cough...cough..."

The young man coughed as if he had been choked by the wind, and a figure in a white trench coat stepped out from the side and blocked his way.

"Your Excellency, the blind master says that you are not yet fully recovered and should not stay outside for long."

Feng Shiman stood still, speaking numbly.

He could feel a sticky, cold sense of being watched creeping up from behind his eyes, like a snake slowly burrowing into his optic nerve.

The blind master's gaze, passing through his eyes, was fixed on every inch of the image.

For more than 20 years, he lived this kind of life—his retina became someone else's monitor, and every blink, every movement of his eyeballs, could not escape the eyes that parasitized his vision.

The feeling of suffocation was ever-present, like a transparent membrane tightly enveloping his breath.

The young man in front of me is also a key figure in Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals, serving as the strategist of this organization and known to outsiders as a "conspirator".

Feng Shiman had little interaction with him because, although he had suffered a lot of mental abuse in his childhood, he was basically in contact with the light who had a strong ability to control minds.

This powerful figure in the sphere is a strategist; he lacks control but possesses foresight and is adept at orchestrating events.

If the blind master hadn't sent him here today, he wouldn't have come into contact with this "scheming manipulator."

"It's ok."

The young man glanced at him, as if speaking to him, or perhaps to the person behind his eyes:
"I won't die. Master Blind must still have things to finish. You are the Crown Prince's right-hand man. If the mission is not completed... he will blame you."

Feng Shiman's breath hitched slightly.

—That sticky feeling of being watched suddenly vanished, like a thorn being violently pulled from a nerve.

His vision suddenly became clear, as if the fog that had been obscuring his eyes had been blown away by the wind.

A breeze stirred in the woods, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and earth, gently brushing against his cheek.

He instinctively closed his eyes, savoring a brief moment of freedom—no surveillance, no prying eyes, only the pure sound of the wind and the light of dawn.

The young man glanced briefly at his relaxed expression.

"Are you the Lord of the Sky?"

He pronounced his name accurately.

Feng Shiman paused, then said cautiously:
"Yes, Your Excellency the Schemer."

Having suffered years of mental abuse, he instinctively feared any powerful figure, even if they were simply standing there silently.

The young man had his hands in his pockets, his silver cane tapping the ground at an angle, and the shadow under his hat brim covered half his face, yet the sense of oppression spread silently, like night enveloping a wilderness.

“Carefully blow the ashes off this grave.”

The young man raised his chin and said.

Feng Shiman turned around and noticed a grave in front of the young man. A line of neat characters was engraved on the white tombstone:
[Predicting the location of one's family grave]

He saw the name, paused slightly, then raised his hand to manipulate the wind, blowing it as the conspirator had instructed.

"call--"

After a gentle breeze, the smoke and dust dissipated.

The young man lowered his hat brim, coughed twice, and then took out two withered red roses from his pocket and placed them in front of the grave.

Feng Shiman paused for a moment, then asked in a low voice:
"Your Excellency, schemer... how about I go out and buy a bunch of white chrysanthemums?"

The young man smiled, and unlike the wise and profound demeanor of the Bright Giant, he had a gentle appearance, and his smile carried a bright and tender quality.
"No need. White chrysanthemums are only given to friends who pay their respects. I am her enemy, so giving her red roses would be just as bad luck for her."

The young man's voice was soft and elegant, sounding calm and pleasant.

Feng Shiman had only ever heard of dancing on an enemy's grave, never of placing roses on a grave, so he dared not say more.

The young man ignored his silence and simply changed the subject:

"Does the Lord of the Sky know about Shen Ye's escape?"

Feng Shiman nodded slowly.

Both had their will crushed by the mind control of Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals. The latter was even worse off, being assigned to a mental hospital, but that person escaped, while he himself is still barely surviving under the gaze of the blind master.

When Feng Shiman heard the news, a bitter taste and shock surged in his chest, like a dull knife slowly carving into his heart.

His Adam's apple bobbed, but he was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound.

The young man didn't look at his expression, but simply gestured with his chin towards the solitary grave:
"Want to know how he escaped?"

"It was this person who helped."

Feng Shiman followed his gaze to the tomb, and heard the schemer's meaningful sigh:

"The one who can foresee sequence number 1, the wisest person who is closest to the truth... what an enviable ability."

He slowly knelt down, his slender fingers gently stroking the two red roses on the grave, his movements as tender as if he were straightening the collar of a deceased person.
"I can't outsmart you, and I can't kill you, so I can only bring you bad luck."

He remained crouched, oblivious to the wind whistling around him, and whispered to the tombstone:

"These two red roses, one is a token of my affection, and the other is for the blind teacher."

"She broke a good knife because of you, so she'll naturally spare no effort in making things difficult for you."

The forest was utterly silent, save for the rustling of leaves in the wind. The schemer crouched before the grave, his gaze fixed intently on the tombstone, as if in a deep conversation with an old friend:

“I knew you weren’t dead… I wanted to find you and finish this game, but I didn’t expect Jun Yunqi to spend his entire fortune and use the power of the God of Wealth to wipe your trail clean.”

"Even the God of Wealth's representative is on your side... You're truly something else."

He suddenly coughed violently, and when he opened his palm, he saw a glaring red stain. He slowly stood up, pulled his hat brim low, and gazed at the distant horizon, his voice tinged with self-mockery:

“I don’t have much time left. In your eyes, the future is long and boundless, while my life… is as thin as a piece of paper, not even a passerby, and not worth your attention.”

The young man smiled faintly:

"It's okay. At least before I pass away, I've made a good move and am waiting for you ten years from now."

"To have amazed the fortune teller for even a moment, my life, which is as fragile as paper, can be considered to have been brilliant once."

There's a problem with the clothing in Yin Ju's video. When I asked Doubao to generate an executive jacket, it seemed to not know what an executive jacket was, or perhaps it couldn't generate it at all. Anyway, I tried several times, and it could only generate a black jacket. It's barely acceptable, because the artist really can't draw.

No update tonight, double update tomorrow~ My darlings, go to sleep early~