Chapter 234. Teacher Fan Is Never A Fraud

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Dr. Song said that the best approach after entering the space was to slowly probe Ma You’s limits. Provocation was acceptable, but it had to be done carefully, otherwise, angering the other party would lead to disastrous consequences. Fan Jialuo knew he was right, but he also had his own considerations in the actual implementation.

Having experienced countless battles in his life, he could accurately grasp the mindset of any enemy. He knew how to completely crush a person, both physically and mentally, rendering them utterly demoralized. Therefore, upon entering the space, instead of employing a gradual, probing approach, he immediately caught Ma You off guard.

His vast magnetic field filled the narrow space to the brim, violently impacting, sweeping, and tearing it apart…… He knew, of course, that he would face death once the space shattered, but did Ma You know this?

The answer is, of course, no. Ma You had no way of knowing, because he had only hunted ordinary people before, and had never encountered a psychic or cultivator. He wouldn’t know what kind of strength these people possessed, or whether they could survive after the space shattered. He knew nothing about the power of others, and even his own power was only superficially understood.

This is why Fan Jialuo needs to capture him as soon as possible, otherwise, once he gains a clearer understanding of his own strength, he will become unrestrained and reckless. This world will become his hunting ground.

At this moment, Fan Jialuo was launching a fierce attack on this space. The rusty metal walls were deformed by his vast and boundless magnetic field, creaking and groaning as if they were about to collapse at any moment. His merciless attack intimidated Ma You, making him subconsciously believe that this person wanted to escape.

Ma You had no time to think, he almost immediately channeled all his strength into the space. He struggled to restore the dented metal walls to their original shape, and then, in the struggle, he was horrified to discover that this Fan Jialuo was truly extraordinary. What he said in the video was true, he was not an ordinary person, and he possessed the power to fight against gods.

Every arrogant person believes they are unique in the world. This is especially true of someone like Ma You, who is both arrogant and possesses bizarre abilities. Why does he call himself a god? Because he believes he is powerful enough to rule the world. When he discovers he is no longer the only one, or even the strongest, his rapidly escalating jealousy will drive him to pour all his power and consciousness into this battle. 

So he began to draw upon the power of other spaces to replenish this space, starting with just one or two, and later in batches. He couldn’t allow this person to escape successfully and then conduct another live broadcast, otherwise, he would lose face, and his authority as a god would be challenged like never before!

While Ma You was focused on fighting against Fan Jialuo, Zhou He’s daughter was already in the hospital receiving an IV drip. Her high fever had subsided slightly, and she had regained consciousness, sipping the porridge that the nurse had brought her.

Seeing that his daughter was showing signs of improvement, Zhou He’s anxious heart finally settled down. He covered his daughter with a blanket, told her not to touch the hand with the needle in it, then washed the bowl of porridge and took it back to the nurses’ station. Thanks to the nurses’ meticulous care and selfless help, otherwise, how would he, a grown man, have known that children need to eat something before getting injections?

He walked down the corridor, his eyes darting around, his ears perked up, his whole being tense and on guard. The hospital was noisier than usual today, with people constantly pushing stretchers and running around, their expressions unusually panicked.

Zhou He knew these people weren’t injured by Ma You, because Ma You would only capture people and bring them into his spatial dimension, either strangling them immediately or trapping them to death, never leaving a single survivor. These people’s visits to the hospital probably had other reasons, but they were more or less related to Ma You’s massacre.

Soon, Zhou He’s guess was confirmed. A middle-aged woman lay on a stretcher, crying and shouting, “Old Zhang, hold on! Our daughter has only been taken away, she’s not dead yet. The police said they will definitely rescue her. What will your daughter do if you leave first and come back to find you gone?”

The man, clutching his chest and with bluish lips, slightly raised his hand, then slumped it back down. He appeared to have a very serious heart condition.

Zhou He quickly pressed himself against the wall to let these people pass, then continued walking forward. As he walked, his eyes reddened again, and he squatted down and began to cry. His mother and wife had also been captured by Ma You and taken into the space, then instantly turned into countless pieces of flesh and blood, falling into the fountain pool. The others had three days to live, but they died without even understanding what had happened.

Thinking of this, Zhou He was overcome with grief, and he slumped down, clutching his hair and wailing. He had to feign gentleness and calmness in front of his child, and suppress his emotions in front of his father, but in this corridor full of strangers, he could freely vent his inner pain and despair. Everyone was a stranger, and everyone was experiencing their own misfortunes. He could cry as he pleased, and who would even glance at him?

His weeping seemed contagious, those who had been walking along the corridor with stern faces suddenly found their eyes reddening, and some even tilted their heads back, trying to hold back their tears. Several nurses rushed over to comfort Zhou He, but when they opened their mouths, only short, sobbing sounds escaped their lips.

“Stop crying, the police are preparing to rescue the hostages, hurry and watch the live broadcast!” A doctor rushed out of a ward and ran towards his office.

“What? People who have been captured and trapped in another space can be rescued?” Many people expressed their doubts.

“It’s true! Hurry back to your rooms and watch TV! The police are already making preparations!” A patient poked his head out of his room and shouted excitedly.

“Really? Come on, let’s go back and watch TV!”

All the hospitalized patients ran back to their rooms, while more people converged on the lobby, where a huge LED screen was broadcasting the rescue operation live. Zhou He, supported by two nurses, anxiously tried to run back, but was swept away by the crowd and ended up squeezed into a corner of the lobby.

He looked up at the big screen and saw that it was filled with images, each showing a monk holding a talisman and standing in a certain place, surrounded by many police officers, soldiers, and medical staff.

The scene was noisy and chaotic, making it impossible to see what was happening. No reporters stepped forward to provide commentary, and only a line of text kept scrolling at the bottom of the screen——Police are rescuing the hostages. Please rest assured, justice will ultimately prevail over evil!

Panicked, Zhou He counted the small images that kept changing frame by frame and found that there were exactly forty-seven, which matched the number of missing persons reported by the police.

Could they really rescue them all? A glimmer of hope had just risen in his heart when it was quickly crushed by pessimism. How could humans possibly escape from demons? The power of the two was simply not on the same level! Thinking this, tears streamed down his face again, as did many others watching the big screen with tears streaming down their faces.

Time ticked by, and in the small image at the very top, an old monk suddenly glanced at his watch, then picked up his walkie-talkie and spoke. The monks in the other images also raised their walkie-talkies to reply, then stared intently at their own watches.

Their movements were so synchronized that Zhou He glanced at his watch. It was 9:03 AM. Was there some special significance to this time? Many others, like him, unconsciously looked at their watches, their faces filled with confusion.

Two minutes later, their doubts were answered. The monks threw the talismans in their hands into the air, caught them with their palms, closed their eyes, and a dazzling white light burst forth from their palms, which quickly condensed into a door. With a gentle push, the door opened.

Behind the door, narrow, eerie green spaces appeared, each containing one or more young girls lying on the verge of death. Contrary to the police investigation, the number of people rescued was far more than forty-seven, but rather fifty or sixty.

Only then did reporters appear amidst the chaotic scene. They rushed towards the rescued girl while quickly providing commentary.

“Hello viewers, this is reporter XX from XX TV station reporting for you. Previously, the police forbade anyone to discuss our rescue plan to prevent Ma You from learning about it. But now that the hostages have been rescued, we can interview them. Comrade, how are you now? Are you feeling alright?”

The girl being questioned by the reporter hugged another girl who was also imprisoned in the same space, crying as she said, “We…we want water, is there any water? That beast made us kill each other, drink each other’s blood, and eat each other’s flesh. He said that only in this way could one of us survive. Waaah, he’s a devil!”

The reporter handed them bottles of water that had already been opened, and they immediately snatched them and gulped them down, tears streaming down their faces as they drank, trembling as they went. Other scenes showed similar expressions, some even bit their wrists and drank their own blood. If it weren’t for the government’s timely rescue efforts, their fate would have been unimaginable.

Those watching this scene in the hall suppressed the cheers that welled up in their throats, replaced by an indescribable fear. To lock people together and force them to kill each other, only the devil could conceive of such an idea!

Insults such as “beast,” “animal,” and “may you die a horrible death” echoed throughout the hall, while Zhou He stared intently at the large screen, his eyes almost bursting out of their sockets!

In that fleeting glimpse, he thought… he thought he saw his wife! He quickly put down his bowl and forcefully pushed his way forward, shoving the people around him. Those he stepped on or pushed complained, and he shouted, “Excuse me, please make way! I think I saw my wife!”

Upon hearing this, everyone swallowed their complaints and not only made way for him but also escorted him to the front of the large screen. At the same time, the hostage list compiled by the police was released, updated from forty-seven to sixty-six, and Zhou He’s wife’s name was prominently listed.

She didn’t die! She and a young woman were locked in a space together, simply because Ma You wanted to watch them kill each other. Having grown tired of the previous games, he was constantly developing new ones, his cruelty allowed more people to survive.

“It’s my wife, it really is my wife! She’s not dead!” Zhou He shouted, pointing at the screen, his face contorted with ecstasy.

The crowd, who had been suppressing their grief and anger, erupted in thunderous cheers. After experiencing so much death and terror, the news of the hostages’ rescue was undoubtedly a shot in the arm for them!

Amidst the enthusiastic cheers, the middle-aged woman who had just been running crying down the corridor suddenly swung her legs like lightning, plunging headfirst into the crowd and shouting, “Make way! Make way! My daughter has just been rescued! I need to get her! My daughter isn’t dead!”

A look of wild joy spread across her face, but tears streamed down her face.

Zhou He quickly followed her, but then heard a dignified voice coming from the large screen, “Families of the hostages, please do not panic. We will immediately send them to the military hospital for treatment. This is the hospital’s hotline. You can register by calling this number. Once we have verified the identities of the family members, we will arrange for you to meet them. If we determine that the hostages are not in any danger, you can take them home whenever you wish.”

Military hospital? Isn’t this the military hospital? Zhou He and the woman, who were rushing forward, quickly turned back and were pushed to the front of the big screen by the enthusiastic crowd.

A middle-aged man in military uniform was being interviewed by a reporter; judging by his shoulder insignia, he was a general. He looked haggard, with large bags under his eyes, clearly indicating he hadn’t slept in a long time. When the reporter asked who planned the rescue operation, he didn’t mention the government, army, or police. Instead, he took the microphone, looked at the camera, and said in a serious tone, “This rescue operation was planned by Teacher Fan Jialuo. While the hostages were being rescued and the deceased were being comforted, Teacher Fan was currently engaged in a life-or-death struggle with Ma You in the spatial dimension. Without his restraint, we simply couldn’t have opened these spaces to rescue the hostages.”

The middle-aged man pointed at the camera and said, word by word, “I know that opinions about Teacher Fan have always been mixed, but I want to tell you all here that Teacher Fan is not a fraud, not a charlatan, and certainly not a madman! He is a spiritual medium, and also a hero who rescued these sixty plus hostages, and even the entire city of Beijing! He will definitely come back safely, and we are waiting for him here!”

The middle-aged man handed the microphone back to the reporter, gave a military salute, and then hurriedly walked away.

The interview footage shifted slightly, focusing on the solitary armchair still positioned in the center of the square, surrounded by numerous cameras. The general, the soldiers, the police, and the frontline workers all walked towards the armchair, silently awaiting the hero’s return.

Zhou He was stunned, tears streaming down his cheeks without him even realizing it. Behind him, he could hear the whispers of the crowd.

Some people said, “So Fan Jialuo really is a psychic! I always thought it was fake. Then that video he filmed provoking Ma You wasn’t just trying to gain attention or create hype, but was actually cooperating with the government’s rescue operation? He’s so brave!”

Before official recognition, no matter how it’s broadcast on television or verified in reality, people will always find various reasons to question this person. Zhou He understands their feelings because he used to feel the same way. Some people are just so narrow-minded, they can’t tolerate those who are different from themselves, nor can they stand being unconventional.

If everyone thought this way, if no one could accept each other’s uniqueness and differences, would there still be people like Fan Jialuo in this world? Would anyone still stand up for someone in danger? Thinking of this, Zhou He couldn’t help but feel a chill of fear.

While he was still in a daze, his best friend sent him a voice message, “Hey Zhou, Zhou, have you seen the latest news? That idiot Fan Jialuo actually dared to challenge Ma You! He’s definitely not coming back this time, aren’t you happy? Let’s chip in and buy him a wreath, hahaha…”

Clearly, this guy is also a die-hard black fan of Fan Jialuo. He’s just criticizing for the sake of criticizing, without considering what the common people would suffer under Ma You’s extremely brutal rule if Fan Jialuo failed.

Zhou He, who had assumed the voice message was a blessing, clicked on it in public. Upon hearing its contents, his expression froze. The middle-aged woman standing beside him, whose daughter had been rescued, looked at him with astonishment, then violently knocked his phone away, shouting insults, “You SOB! Teacher Fan saved your wife, and you still want to send him a wreath? You’re a fucking ungrateful beast!”

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