Shocking the Whole Internet! You Are Not a Psychologist at All! - Chapter 475

Chapter 475: Chapter 475 What Part of The Body is Most Susceptible to Attracting Disaster?

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Wracked with guilt, Zhao Shandong recounted his transgression.

He’d defied his family’s principles, succumbing to the allure of a bargain and acquiring the burial item.

He’d displayed it in his shop for a while, fabricating a story about it being a family heirloom, all with the intention of selling it later for a hefty profit.

“The Guanyin is worth 20 million yuan,” Chen Yu pointed out. “Since the grave robbers are desperate for cash, why’d they practically give it to you for 4 million? Doesn’t that seem too good to be true?”

Speechless, Zhao Shandong considered this.

He’d never dealt with grave robbers before and wasn’t familiar with their practices.

“Think about it,” Chen Yu continued. “There are other antique shops nearby. Why wouldn’t the robbers try selling it to them first?”

“Why you?”

A seed of doubt sprouted in Zhao Shandong’s mind. “Are you saying something’s off about the grave robbers?”

“Grave robbing is a heinous act,” Chen Yu stated. “Their chances of survival are slim.”

“Even if they were desperate, they wouldn’t undervalue their loot so drastically.”

“They know the worth of artifacts just like you do. This is their livelihood.”

“Why did they come to you specifically, someone with no experience dealing with them?”

Chen Yu’s repeated questions quickened Zhao Shandong’s pulse.

Blinded by greed, he’d focused solely on the supposed windfall, ignoring any red flags.

Now, under Chen Yu’s scrutiny, the more he looked at the Guanyin, the more unsettling it felt.

“Dr.Chen,” he said hesitantly, “I’m certain the Guanyin is authentic, from the Northern and Southern Dynasties.”

“The problem… is it the grave robbers?”

“The grave robbers are certainly suspicious,” Chen Yu agreed, “but the Guanyin itself is even more so.”

“Consider the industry adage passed down for generations.”

“It holds the answer.”

Realization dawned on Zhao Shandong, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

The Guanyin was a dark artifact, a source of malevolent energy.

Fear and loathing washed over him.

What if it harbored evil spirits besides the dark energy Chen Yu mentioned?

He berated himself for his greed and for overlooking the obvious clues.

Chen Yu’s questions weren’t particularly complex, but blinded by the prospect of immense profit, Zhao Shandong had seen only opportunity.

He’d envisioned quadrupling his investment within a year or two.

The Guanyin was a double whammy—a burial object and ancient jade­violating two cardinal rules of the antique trade.

“Dr. Chen,” Zhao Shandong stammered, “is the Guanyin… possessed?”

Chen Yu offered a curt nod.

“You could say that.”

“Scientifically speaking, jade has a unique magnetic field.”

“Upon death, a person emits a specific energy wave.”

“This wave can be trapped within the jade’s field, forever bound to the object.”

“Oh my god!” Zhao Shandong cried, his heart pounding in his chest.

His worst fears were confirmed.

What special magnetic fields and energy waves? Chen Yu was clearly describing how the tomb’s ghosts became trapped within the Guanyin.

Panic rising, Zhao Shandong grasped Chen Yu’s hand and slowly rose.

“Is there… a ghost… inside it?” he croaked.

A thought struck Zhao Shandong as Chen Yu prepared to answer.

“If a ghost resides within,” he muttered, “why target only my son?”

“Shouldn’t it seek revenge on me, the one who bought it from the grave robbers and displayed it in the shop?”

A flurry of questions swarmed his mind.

He’d made the deal; he’d placed the Guanyin in the shop, and he was the one who meticulously cleaned it himself, keeping his son and employees away to prevent any damage.

Why was he unscathed after prolonged contact with the evil object?

Driven by puzzlement, Zhao Shandong laid bare his questions, pleading with Chen Yu for an answer.

He was prepared to accept any explanation, recognizing his actions had brought this misfortune upon his son.

“You’re right on the last point,” Chen Yu acknowledged. “You did bring the trouble upon your son.”

“Let me ask you this,” he continued, a curious smile playing on his lips, “What part of the body is most susceptible to attracting disaster?”

Zhao Shandong furrowed his brow in confusion.

Then, a sudden realization dawned on him.

“The mouth!” he exclaimed. “As the saying goes, trouble comes out of the mouth.”

“Precisely,” Chen Yu said with a knowing smile.

“While you excel in many areas, your tolerance for alcohol is lacking.”

“Every time you drink with someone, you become unrestrained with your words.”

“The Guanyin merely served as the instrument of your son’s misfortune.”

“The true root of this disaster lies in your speech.”

“Your words have brought prosperity to your shop, but they’ve also turned friends into enemies, ultimately leading to your friend harming your son.”

Chen Yu patted Zhao Shandong’s shoulder sympathetically. “You and your wife had a mutual friend, someone you grew up with.”

“He was once attracted to your wife, but her heart belonged to you.”

“Though unsuccessful in his pursuit, it didn’t affect your friendship. You two remained close.”

“Wang Kang!” Zhao Shandong roared.

“It’s Wang Kang! He hurt my son! But why? He’s my son’s godfather!”

The story unfolded.

Zhao Shandong, his wife, and Wang Kang all grew up together.

Both men fell for the same woman, and Zhao Shandong emerged victorious.

Their happiness was short-lived, however, as Zhao Shandong’s wife died in childbirth.

Wang Kang, a pillar of support during that difficult time, even became his son’s godfather, initially showering the boy with affection..