Chapter 243

What the devil didn't expect was that this was just the beginning.

There were many people performing tonight and the huge theater was filled to the brim. It was said that the price of a ticket was sky-high.

Of course, the devil didn't need to buy a ticket. After the lights dimmed, he walked out from the shadows and stared intently at the stage in the distance.

Even though Magician had reminded him to stay in the hotel and not cause any trouble, Lin Yiqian didn't know what to do.

But would the devil listen? Obviously not. Zong Jiu was the only one who was worried. He was afraid that the devil from hell would be released to wreak havoc in the human world.

There were many people in the theater and whispers filled the entire theater.

"I didn't expect Mr Zong's hand to recover. I thought he would leave the stage forever when I read the news. I didn't expect a miracle to happen today."

"Yes, I'm so happy to see him on stage again. I really like him."

"I hope there won't be any problems and that the performance today will be successful. All the best, Mr Zong!"

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

On the stage, the white-haired Magician revealed a practiced smile. The magic wand in his hand danced and the cards were suspended in the air. It looked as though they wouldn't fall no matter how hard he tried.

The lights shone down from above and dyed his hair with a warm glow. It made him look even more dazzling. He was like a luminous object with its own light source. He was unbelievably good-looking.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him. They exclaimed and applauded with each of his unexpected actions. There were even people who were blushing and screaming for their husbands. They reached out to catch the cards that Magician had scattered below the stage.

The devil was in a terrible mood.

He hated it when Magician was stared at like this. It was as though someone was coveting something that belonged to him. He was furious.

These people were obviously ordinary souls in the devil's eyes. They weren't even worth a second look in the crowd. With just one look, the devil could see the vulgarity hidden under their skin.

Magician always paid attention to these ants and placed his attention on unnecessary people.

On the other hand, Zong Jiu was in a good mood today.

He didn't know why but even though it had only been a month, he felt as though he had been away from the stage for a long time. It was so long that it felt like a lifetime.

Although he was in a good mood, he didn't feel as fired up as he usually did on stage.

It was really strange. Performing had always been his favorite thing, so why would he have such an illusion?

It was as if … this performance was nothing compared to something else that was even more exciting.

"Thank you for watching."

After the performance, he saluted toward the bottom of the stage. Amidst the cheers of the audience and the sound of hats being taken off, the red curtains hanging on both sides of the grand theater slowly began to fall.

When he looked up, he saw the devil leaning against the corner of the wall, blending into the shadows with an unfriendly expression.

Strangely enough, even though there were so many people below the stage, Zong Jiu only needed to glance at them to fix his gaze on the other person.

If he was a source of light, then the demon was a black hole. At a glance, he was the most out of place.

Zong Jiu was speechless.

He knew that this person wouldn't be so honest. Sure enough, he still followed him.

Magician shot the other party a warning glare and walked towards the backstage.

Zong Jiu sincerely hoped that the demon wouldn't cause any trouble.

This performance was more important because it was the first performance after the resumption of work. Many media outlets and industry insiders had their eyes on this performance. Hence, Zong Jiu had specially arranged for some flashy moves. He had even used a set of card tricks that no one had ever deciphered up until now, pushing the atmosphere to the peak.

After this performance, the entire magic circle would be shaken up.

Of course, after the performance, Zong Jiu still had to attend a small press conference in the ballroom upstairs. After the press conference, he still had to chat with the sponsors.

"Brother Jiu, the media is already waiting."

The manager hurriedly walked over and handed over the jacket in his hand.

Zong Jiu put on the jacket and hurried upstairs through the special passageway backstage.

There were many sponsors' representatives who were there to judge this performance. The media had been waiting for a long time and were all waiting upstairs.

The moment the white-haired Magician walked in, the flashes and microphones followed closely behind, squeezing in front of him.

"Mr. Zong, may I know what happened to your hands? A few days ago, related sources revealed that there was no possibility of your hands recovering. Are they completely healed now? "

"Mr. Zong, may I know if what you just performed on stage was the mysterious magic trick that no one had deciphered in the past hundred years?"

"Sir …"

The manager separated the media from the reporters. "Sorry, please ask one by one."

However, no matter how many people there were, they couldn't stop the enthusiasm of these people.

In the next second, the impatient Zong Jiu threw out a few cards and nailed them in front of them.

Looking at the cards that were embedded in the wooden floor, the small conference room fell into silence.

The manager hurriedly wiped his sweat. "Hahaha, this is magic, a small magic trick."

It wasn't just the media. Even Zong Jiu stared at the cards on the floor.

He clearly knew that this wasn't a magic trick. He nailed the cards into the wooden floor with just the strength of his wrist.

But that wasn't the most important thing. The most important thing was that Zong Jiu was sure that he didn't have any interest in playing cards before.

And … at that moment, countless blurry images seemed to flash through his mind.

There was the image of him coldly throwing a card and cutting off the black-haired demon's hair. The demon pressed him against the door and stuffed a black room card into his hand. There were also countless cards scattered on the floor. The demon bit one of them and looked up provocatively. And him …

The images flashed back and forth like a merry-go-round. But when Zong Jiu wanted to take a closer look, the images disappeared and hid in the depths of his mind. He couldn't find a trace of them. Instead, his head started to hurt like needles, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

What were these … If they had happened before, why didn't he have any memory of them? But if they hadn't happened before, why did he feel that they were so familiar? So familiar that it made him dizzy?

"Brother Jiu, Brother Jiu?"

His manager's voice brought him back to reality. "Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to take a break?"

Zong Jiu raised his hand, indicating that he was fine. He waited until the fragmented images in his head disappeared before he looked up again.

"Let's begin."

He said to the dark camera in front of him.

.....

Next was the meeting with the sponsors.

Although Zong Jiu hated socializing, in this world, no matter how much he hated social relationships, he couldn't avoid socializing with people of the same kind.

Maybe it was because he didn't look well, but the sponsors expressed their concern.

Without a doubt, Zong Jiu's commercial value was enough for them to treat him with respect. Therefore, after some discussion, the sponsors decided to postpone the tour indefinitely and rest for two months before making a decision.

There were two reasons for this. First, all the doctors who consulted Zong Jiu said that even if his hands miraculously recovered, he wouldn't be able to perform any intense activities in such a short period of time. In order to ensure that the money tree could continue to make money, the hand injury naturally had to be treated with 855% of the attention.

The second reason was that after this incident, Zong Jiu's fame once again skyrocketed internationally. Even some people who weren't interested in magic had heard of the great magician's story of how his hands recovered. Not to mention that this time, Zong Jiu also showed a better ability than before. It was better to retreat in the face of the current and rest for two months to whet the appetite of others, which could also raise a wave of commercial value openly.

Zong Jiu agreed.

He drank two glasses of wine with him and then left in a hurry.

The night in Wyn was a bit cold.

In February, the average temperature here was in the single digits. At night, one could feel the chill from the sky.

Zong Jiu walked around the bustling crowd and aimlessly walked to the Danube River.

In order not to be recognized, he was fully dressed. Not only did he put his hair in a bun, but he also put on sunglasses and a mask.

The colorful lights hanging from the trees were strung together with golden tassels. The theater in the distance was brightly lit.

Zong Jiu remembered the last time he came to this city. It was a few years ago when he came to attend the New Year's concert alone.

This memory wasn't fake. Then which memory did he lose?

"Big Brother, this flower is for you."

Just as he was deep in thought, a soft voice came from behind him.

Zong Jiu turned around and saw a little girl holding a flower basket. Her head was tied with a cupid's scarf and her face was red from the cold.

Looking at the bright red roses in her hand, the magician was dazed for a moment.

Because he was immersed in his thoughts, Zong Jiu didn't notice that there were couples walking on the street. The shops by the street were also filled with roses and hearts.

It was February and Valentine's Day was in a few days.

"Big Brother?"

Seeing that he didn't respond, the little girl raised the flower basket in her hand over her head with trembling hands. "Just now, a big brother bought all my flowers. He asked me to give them to you."

The white-haired magician looked up abruptly.

Under the streetlights in the distance, the black-haired devil was leaning against a pole in boredom as he looked over lazily.

Even though they were far apart, Zong Jiu was certain that the demon had revealed that mysterious, devilish smile again.

"Thank you."

He retracted his gaze and bent down to take all the flowers in the little girl's basket.

Seeing that he accepted it, the little girl looked up curiously. "Big Brother, is the big brother over there your lover?"

Zong Jiu froze for a moment before he quickly replied, "No."

"But roses are only given to people you like. Since you aren't lovers with that big brother, then the big brother must like you. That's why he bought these flowers for you."

The little girl counted with her fingers in distress. "These roses are very expensive."

Then I'm sure he didn't pay.

Zong Jiu opened his wallet with a frown. He patted the little girl's head and stuffed the bills into the basket.

He wanted to refute but didn't know how to.

In the end, he could only say, "We're not lovers, we're …"

Two words quickly flashed through his mind, and he almost blurted out, "It's an enemy, an old enemy that won't rest until one of us dies."