The Crazy Son-In-Law

“You are my wife, and I am willing to give everything for you.” Xiao Shun said softly, tightening his embrace around Yao Cen.

Listening to the sweet words in her ear, Yao Cen felt as if her heart was filled with honey, sweet and soothing.

While the two were immersed in their affection, someone else was feeling a chill down their spine.

Leaning against the wall behind the bed, Wang Fugui was trembling all over. Through the moonlight outside the window, his eyes were fixed in terror on a corner of the bedroom.

In that dark corner, a figure had eerily appeared. Dressed in a gray robe that moved without wind, it looked incredibly frightening.

When Wang Fugui got up in the night, he was startled by this ghostly figure and ended up wetting the bed. He had no idea how long this figure had been in his room. Judging by its appearance, it must have been quite a while.

What terrified him the most was how this figure had come to be there. Wang Fugui always locked his doors and windows before sleeping. Both the window and bedroom door were tightly closed and locked. How did this ghostly figure appear here?

As this thought crossed his mind, Wang Fugui’s teeth began to chatter. A cold chill swept through his heart, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Could it be…

Just as Wang Fugui was on the verge of collapsing, a ghostly voice echoed from within the bedroom: “Boss Wang!”

Wang Fugui pulled the blanket over himself despite its foul smell, trembling as he asked, “Are… are you human or… or ghost?”

A faint laugh sounded, chillingly eerie in the silent night. The voice from the shadow spoke again: “I mean no harm; I only came to ask you something.”

No harm? Didn’t he see that he had scared me so much I wet myself? Wang Fugui thought bitterly.

His eyes fixed on a shadow at the figure’s feet, and his fear began to subside slightly. He turned on the bedside lamp with a click.

The sudden light hurt Wang Fugui’s eyes, but he dared not close them. He forced himself to look towards the corner of the bedroom.

There stood a person in a gray robe. The large robe covered their body and face entirely, making it impossible to discern their build or features.

Seeing such an oddly dressed person in his bedroom made Wang Fugui’s heart sink again. He nervously moved back until his back was against the wall and said in horror, “You can take anything from my shop; just don’t hurt me!”

“I am not here to rob you,” said the robed figure calmly. “I came late because I was delayed by something. Hearing your loud snoring from outside, I didn’t want to disturb you and entered uninvited. Please forgive me.”

Though apologetic in words, the robed figure’s tone carried no hint of remorse but rather an air of superiority.

Hearing this calmed Wang Fugui somewhat. At least this mysterious person had not harmed him yet and had spoken politely so far.

Feeling slightly reassured, Wang Fugui asked tentatively, “May I know why you have come so late?”

The robed figure smiled faintly: “You may call me Gray Robe.”

Wang Fugui nodded: “Mr. Gray Robe, what brings you here at such an hour?”

“This golden Buddha is a treasure from Lingyin Temple in Xishan,” Gray Robe said matter-of-factly. “It was once part of a pair. I came to ask where the other one is.”

Gray Robe reached into thin air and instantly produced a golden Buddha statue glowing brilliantly.

Wang Fugui was dumbfounded. Is this guy a magician?

His expression changed again as shock replaced confusion. That statue wasn’t it kept in a bulletproof glass display case?

To protect this valuable golden Buddha, Boss Wang had commissioned a special display case resistant to bullets and explosions-a fortress for his treasure.

But now that precious item was in Gray Robe’s hand, having appeared out of nowhere.

A drop of sweat rolled down Wang Fugui’s cheek and fell onto his trembling hand-cold as ice!

“Sir,” he pleaded desperately, “consider this Buddha my gift to you; please don’t kill me! I have family to care for…”

As he spoke, Wang Fugui knelt before Gray Robe, kowtowing frantically.

Gray Robe raised a hand slightly, and an invisible force lifted Wang Fugui back onto the bed.

Am I seeing things? Is this man some kind of deity? Wang Fugui stared wide-eyed at Gray Robe in disbelief.

“Mr. Gray Robe,” he stammered, “I found this golden Buddha in an underground vault in Shanhai Desert. There was only one; I truly don’t know where the other one is!”

“I see…” Gray Robe murmured thoughtfully as he examined the golden Buddha in his hand.

Then he did something that made Wang Fugui’s blood run cold-Gray Robe clenched his bony fingers tightly, and the golden Buddha crumbled into gold dust on the floor!

Wang Fugui was stunned beyond words. This was undoubtedly the most terrifying thing he had ever witnessed!

That Buddha statue was solid gold-not as tough as some special alloys but certainly not something one could crush by hand!

Yet Gray Robe had effortlessly turned it into dust with just a squeeze.

Is this even humanly possible?

“As I suspected,” Gray Robe muttered to himself. “This is indeed an illusionary Buddha; the real one is made of refined gold stone…”

He stopped mid-sentence and asked Wang Fugui again: “Where is Shanhai’s residence?”

Without hesitation, Wang Fugui provided the location of Shanhai’s estate. Faced with such power, he dared not lie!

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“Mr. Gray Robe,” he began again…

But when he looked up at where Gray Robe had stood moments ago, there was nothing but empty space.

Where did he go?

The corner of the bedroom was empty-no trace of Gray Robe remained.

For Wang Fugui, it felt like waking from a nightmare-except for that pile of gold dust proving it all too real.