【ENG DUB】The Seven Relics of ill Omen EP18 | Liu Haocun / Song Weilong / Ao Ruipeng | YOUKU
[This is a work of fiction] [The Seven Relics of ill Omen] [Adapted from Weiyu’s novel,
The Seven Relics of ill Omen] [Episode 18] Let’s get out of here. I feel uneasy here. What happened to your hand? It’s nothing. Oh, this was a complete waste of time. You people just lie through your teeth, huh? You think you can walk away
without even an apology? This happened so suddenly. Shouldn’t we be forgiven for making a mistake? A mistake? You claim it was a mistake
when there’s surveillance footage. But what did you say
when there was none? You called him a murderer. What gives you the right, huh? Let’s just drop it
now that it’s cleared up. Why are you being so relentless, girl? Drop it? Why should I? My friend was framed for no reason. He’s traumatized! Can you take responsibility for that? Every single one of you just spews lies without a second thought! I’m suing you! Just you wait! Listen to you,
running your mouth like that. The person involved
isn’t even saying anything. Why do you have so much to say? What, you want a fight? Bring it on! What’s going on? You want to throw hands? I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Stop right there! Did I say you could leave? Come back anytime. Why are you stopping me? – Make yourselves at home.
– Enough. So infuriating. Let’s go. We need to talk. Does it have to be here? That cop just reminded me of something important. Why was I chasing him? Come on, he threw a hot pot at me! So why did he throw a hot pot at you? He told me he had a dream last night. He dreamed about… About that Zhang Tong guy. Then I made one extra comment. I shouldn’t have run my mouth. I said, “Well, it was just you and that woman on the bridge.” “You didn’t kill her, did you?” The moment he heard that, his face went pale. Then suddenly, he flung the hot pot at me. Shouldn’t I chase him? Then how did he get those injuries
on his face? He… This is it. I chased Ma Chao all the way, tripped, and my hands were covered in blood. Then I pinned him down. He was writhing in pain. His face had these blisters, like burns. In this shape. What is that? The character “ri” missing a stroke?
[*”Ri” means “sun” in Chinese] Looks like a tongue to me. A tongue? Think about it. The situation with Thirteen-Thousand and Mu Dai is kind of similar. They said they were the murderers. So everyone believed they were. A few careless words. Killing with speech. This is the ancient character
for “mouth”. Ancient script? The relic of ill omen? Is the relic of ill omen inside Ma Chao? Then it all makes sense. The relic of ill omen fears our blood. That’s why his skin had such a severe reaction on contact. But if the relic of ill omen
is inside Ma Chao, what about Song Tie and Wu Yuping? And there’s no way everyone
who accused Thirteen-Thousand has the relic of ill omen
inside them, right? Three o’clock. Still doing rounds this afternoon? You go at three. Alright. If someone’s possessed
by the relic of ill omen, their regenerative abilities
far exceed normal humans. There’s no way he’d remain unconscious. Where’s my access card? Are you okay? – I’m fine.
– Do you need help? You didn’t get burned, did you? Thanks. What are you doing here? Don’t trust me to handle it? Having backup is always reassuring. Is the relic of ill omen inside Ma Chao? Strange. It’s not inside him. But there’s no trace
of it leaving either. Yet he was clearly terrified of Thirteen-Thousand’s blood. I’m confused. We’ll figure it out. That optimistic? Or else? It’s always like this. From complete obscurity
to unraveling the threads. The truth always comes to light. Here, An. Have some more. Look how thin you are. You need to eat more to grow tall. Open your mouth. One more bite. One more. Mom, I’m hungry. Are you a bottomless pit? You just ate lunch! But I’m still hungry. Look over there. Go stand over there. Stand over there. Go! What a deadweight. Unbelievable. Some kids are precious ones. Some are just deadweights. Why? Maybe love comes in measures. There’s just a fine line
between trouble and love. If someone loves you deeply, no matter how much trouble you cause, you’re still their treasure. If they don’t love you enough, no matter how well-behaved you are, you’re just a nuisance. Get lost! Get out! Out! Mom! Here, your favorite fries. Yeah. Come on. Have you found your mom? People told me she’s dead. They said she jumped off a bridge. After everything that’s happened lately, I’ve come to dread
the phrase “they say”. Yeah. Mu Dai, do you need help? Having someone else around is nicer. Don’t forget. We still have our wild card, Wan Fenghuo. I don’t remember her name. She loved wearing red high heels. Lived in one of those round buildings
in the old district. But that place
has been abandoned for years. Later, she got sick. Terminally ill. She blamed the doctor for not curing her and stabbed the doctor. This makes things easier. Nantian isn’t big. We’ll start from the hospital. It shouldn’t be hard. But Mu Dai, have you thought about why you’re looking for her? Does there need to be a reason? I mean, are you trying to reclaim
lost family ties? Hoping to reunite? No. I just want to return to where I began and see the place I came from. And maybe ask her why she hated
how much I ate, how I dirtied my clothes, and how I splashed water out of the tub. I tried so hard, eating less, keeping myself spotless, and wiping the floor dry
after every bath. But she still threw me away. Love comes in measures. I know that. But those words still cut deep. Heaven gives every child a mother. Why couldn’t they come with equal love? I don’t understand. I won’t chop your hands off. Alright, let’s go home. Okay. Did you have fun today? Yeah. Want to watch cartoons
when we get back? Yeah. Let’s go home. Mu Dai. It’ll get better. The relic of ill omen
isn’t inside Ma Chao. That actually makes sense. If Ma Chao were a host, he’d be pathetically weak compared to the others we’ve seen. Look at you, so sharp. With those skinny arms of yours, no way you could take down someone
possessed by the relic of ill omen. I’m lean, not weak. Could it be
a fragment of the relic of ill omen? A fragment? Ever heard of Journey to the West? Sun Wukong can pluck a hair and create clones of himself. But they’re nowhere near
as strong as the original. So maybe Ma Chao had something like a fragment
of the relic of ill omen on him, which dissipated on contact with your blood? Hongsha’s theory is interesting. Then when was this “fragment”
placed on him? That’s the key. Mu Dai’s case seemed premeditated, planned. But Thirteen-Thousand’s was sudden. No way it was arranged in advance. So it had to be done on the spot? Let’s go back
and check the surveillance footage. Might find some clues. If Hongsha’s theory is correct, should we test those who accused Thirteen-Thousand and Mu Dai with our blood? Give me that. Thanks. I’ve already told you everything I know. I just have some new questions. Don’t worry. You’ll be paid. Alright. Who did this? Have you seen them before? I’ve never met any of these three girls. Think harder. I really don’t remember. Last time, you said you had. Last time? Do you remember
when you went to the bridge? How many girls were there? Do you remember their faces? I’ve never met any of these three girls. Think harder. I really don’t remember. Just as we thought. After contact with our blood, they all retracted
their earlier statements. Thank you for turning yourself in, cooperating with our investigation, [Nantian Public Security Bureau]
and providing such crucial leads. We’re aware of the recent situation. Just sign here and you’re free to go. We appreciate your cooperation. We may contact you again if we have further questions. Perfect. Ma Chao is now under police supervision. Just need to wait for him to wake up. But, well, Dai’s name has been cleared anyway. Congratulations. Whether Ma Chao wakes up or not
doesn’t even matter. Now we just wait for Thirteen-Thousand. Hope it’s good news. What good news? How did it go? What do you think? The Traffic Management Office refused, saying that regulations
forbid showing the footage. But! Remember who I am? I switched tactics and went door-to-door checking security cameras along the street. And sure enough. Persistence pays off. Hand it over. Pause. See that? Everyone’s watching the show. Except her. She looks like she doesn’t care. Doesn’t care? If she really didn’t care, she wouldn’t have gone near it. She clearly approached,
then walked away. Any other angles? Here. Isn’t that her? Dressed head to toe in red. Creepy. Yeah. Her fashion sense is something else. It’s indeed a bit weird. Do you think the fragment
of the relic of ill omen came from the woman in red? That should be my mother. Mu Dai, you haven’t seen your mother
in over twenty years. And the footage is too blurry to make out her face. Are you sure? Just a feeling. In my memories, she always wore red high heels. Every single pair was red. And even though I can’t
see her face clearly, the moment I saw her, I felt something. Is there anything else I need to do? You’ve already done a great job. So, no. Stopping so soon? But I haven’t had enough fun yet. The game shouldn’t always
be yours to play alone. Others are waiting for their turn. Others? People like me? Will I get to meet them? Yes. Because you’re not alone. One day, we’ll never be apart again. Ding Guohua, a doctor with a PhD
from Changqing Medical University and the academic leader in dermatology
at the county hospital, quit his job to open a bookstore. A bookstore? A promising doctor like him
just opened a bookstore? There’s more. Keep reading. He was stabbed by your mother. Shortly after, he resigned. But he never pressed charges
against her. Also, your mother’s surname is Xiang. Xiang Silan. Xiang Silan? Would he know where my mother is? There must be some connection between him and your mother. Don’t worry. [Guohua Bookstore] Storewide 20% off. Feel free to choose. Excuse me, is Dr. Ding Guohua here? Who are you? What do you want? You’re Dr. Ding Guohua, right? What do you want? We’d like to consult you on some medical matters. Medical consultation? This way. Come on. Here. Have a seat. Who needs medical consultation? I’m here for my mother. Who? I’m here for my mother. How long has she been ill? A long time. Then have her come in now. You treated her before. Diagnosed her
with squamous cell carcinoma. Said it was terminal. Incurable. What… What was her name? Xiang Silan. You treated her before, didn’t you? Do you know where she is? There! Xiang Silan. Squamous cell carcinoma. From diagnosis to prescription. Nothing wrong. I cured her! I cured her! Why are you saying I didn’t? You’re slandering me! What do you want? What are you doing? Calm down. I can’t say. If I do, I’ll make a mistake. I can’t say. Dad? Dad! I’m his daughter. Dad, it’s me. Actually, he’s always been ill. But I’m busy with work, so I keep him with me to look after him. He rarely has episodes now. Just gets disoriented occasionally. When he’s like that,
he insists on treating patients. People just humor him. So when did his condition start? About twenty years ago. Back then, he began misdiagnosing every patient. He said whenever he saw medical records, he felt an uncontrollable urge to lie. And at the time, he was a renowned doctor. So he misdiagnosed many people. Including your mother, Xiang Silan. Well, your condition will only deteriorate. I’ve done all I can. So you’re saying it can’t be cured? Currently, there aren’t any better options for your illness in the medical field. It’s fine. It’s alright. It can’t be cured. What happened after that? After you found out, did you just
let it continue? One night, my father suddenly realized
what was happening. He was horrified. He said he’d take
all the misdiagnosed records to the hospital director. But the next day, he was like a different person. Cunning and shady. He even tried to keep lying. I was too young back then. I couldn’t do anything. Every day, I just watched him swing back and forth
between those two states. Your mother was the worst case. Her treatment was delayed until it was too late. Then one day, my father… Did you see it? See that? Who is that? Look at her face! Careful. Disgusting. How dare you show your face here? She actually has the nerve to come back. Covered up like that. Too ashamed to show your face? You’re not leaving
until you explain yourself! Tell us the truth! Explain yourself! – Don’t go!
– Don’t go! – Stop her!
– Don’t let her go! Behave! You want to see it? Then take a good look. Listen here, you shameless wretch! What did you put in people’s food? Your blood is disgusting. Exactly! You being dirty is one thing. But dragging
everyone else down with you? That’s just evil! You’re despicable! You’re lying! You’re all lying! Did you see it? I saw it! Did any of you see it? You lifted every lid on those pots. What else could you do? Spat in it or dripped your blood, right? – That’s right!
– Absolutely! Then sue me! Have the police arrest me! – We’re calling the police!
– We’re calling them! You claim I spat and dripped my blood. Now I’ll… You’re vile. Ms. Xiang, put the knife down. No, no. Stay calm. Come on. Your condition is treatable. No, it’s not. Not after all this time. Even if it were treatable,
it’s too late now. It is treatable. It is. I’ll find you another doctor. I’ll make sure you’re cured. Put the knife down. This isn’t contagious. Stop this! Just go home. It’s incurable. Incurable. – What are you doing?
– What are you doing? Don’t move! Let me go! Let go of me! It was urgent. I rushed him to get his wounds treated. The doctor told me a large patch of skin on his back
was missing. But he’d only been slashed once. So you never saw her again after that? A long time later, I thought I spotted someone
who looked like Xiang Silan near the Flying Horse Statue. But it couldn’t have been her. Her skin was flawless. The Flying Horse Statue. The Flying Horse Statue. We’re using a thermal imager
to detect life signs. What’s wrong? Head! What? Head! The head! Head? Yeah. The wind just flattened the grass. And I saw a huge head flash by. Are you hallucinating? – Cao.
– No way. – See it?
– A mass. A head flashed by? That’s ridiculous. No way. You think we’re filming a TV drama? Even if we were, you’d be in charge of comedy. Horror isn’t your department. Was I just imagining things? Look. It’s Wu Yuping. Never thought she had a rebellious youth. [Wu Yuping]
Such an honest person actually checked in
at the Flying Horse Statue. Look for the check-in records
of Song Tie, Ma Chao, and the people
who accused Thirteen-Thousand. Right. Ma Chao’s here! Song Tie! This one. Liu Yile. [Liu Yile]
I remember clearly because it sounds like
“Happy Children’s Day.” He was one of my accusers. I get it now. Everyone who came
to the Flying Horse Statue was touched by the wind. That wind is the key. Wind? The illusion
caused by the relic of ill omen also started with a strange gust. This wind must be some kind of marker. People thought they were checking in at the Flying Horse Statue Instead, they got checked and tagged with the fragment
of the relic of ill omen. Fragment of the relic of ill omen? I’ve got a plan to lure it out. Well, from where I’m standing,
the Flying Horse Statue looks just like a grand altar. Chubby’s kneeling there like he’s paying homage. Quite ceremonial. What kind of plan is this? Just throwing me to the wolves, huh? Here it comes. The head looks bizarre. It’s orange. The rest is pitch black. The chest is like a swirling vortex. Utter darkness. Cao Yanhua, get down! After it! Are you okay? Master. I’m not okay. Don’t leave! Mu Dai! Stop chasing. It’s gone. The imager has a limited range. Don’t worry. She might come back. Let’s go. Oh no. Cao. Oh my gosh. What’s wrong? – I was hit by the wind.
– A stroke? That was no ordinary wind. My skull is ice-cold, and my spine’s gone numb. Hongsha, you’re on watch. Got it. Master, I feel awful. If I’m right, the fragment of the relic of ill omen
is a misnomer. Xiang Silan influences people through that cold wind. To put it simply, it’s like infecting someone
with a virus. A virus? Normally, there’s no sign. But once activated,
it takes effect immediately. Virus of the relic of ill omen? Virus of the relic of ill omen? Then we’re fine. We’re immune. Exactly. We’ve got an edge. Right. So why are you suffering? Do you still feel that chill
in your skull and numbness in your limbs? I’m feeling much better. Go on. What virus did you just mention? What’s its effect? An enhanced version of rumor-spreading. It makes the rumor-mongers truly believe their own lies as if they’d personally witnessed or experienced it. I need to sort this out. Take my case as an example. When the car crash happened, there were many people at the scene. Chances are one or two of them had been to the Flying Horse Statue and were already affected. Xiang Silan was also there. She immediately activated those people. Even though they didn’t know each other and couldn’t have colluded, they still gave identical testimonies. Mu Dai’s case is similar. It was even more advanced. At least you were at the crash site. But Mu Dai wasn’t even on the bridge. Yet Xiang Silan
still used Mu Dai’s image to influence them. So when Luo said my master seemed to just appear out of nowhere, it was image implantation. Even the fiercest won’t harm its own. You’re her daughter. And she used such tactics on you. You’re wrong. Mu Dai’s been away for years. Xiang Silan had no idea
of her true identity. She targeted her simply because she was exposed. When was I exposed? Both you and Zhang Tong came here. Zhang Tong got infected. But you remained unaffected. Xiang Silan must’ve seen you
as a threat. And you, your blood got on Ma Chao’s face. That exposed you too. I was exposed? So that’s why she pulled out
all the stops against us? Earlier, you said it felt like an altar. I agree. Those lured by curiosity are seen as worshipping
the relic of ill omen and marked in the process. All these years, and all these names. Xiang Silan must’ve frequently
wandered around the town, appearing harmless. But no one knows what kind of words she sowed or what horrors festered from them? It’s here. Where? Where? What’s the direction? One o’clock. Stay with me. Let’s pretend to write like this. A hundred meters away from us. Fifty. Forty. Thirty. Twenty. Ten. Mu Dai. Never thought it’d be more fun after he left. Mom! You deadweight. Why aren’t you dead yet? Do you know how to live properly? No! What are you doing? Some kids are precious ones. Some are just deadweights. Love comes in measures. I know that. But those words still cut deep. ♪The sky splits the dawn’s horizon♪ ♪Telling me the end♪ ♪Is about to gently appear♪ ♪Like a whisper in my mind♪ ♪A fleeting touch across my face♪ ♪And I remain in darkness♪ ♪Every hand has two sides♪ ♪One offers blessings♪ ♪One waits in silence♪ ♪This game has no ending♪ ♪Following the traces left behind♪ ♪If you were me♪ ♪You’d understand every tear of mine♪ ♪The reason they fall♪ ♪If I were you♪ ♪I’d feel each breath you take♪ ♪Then we’d move forward♪ ♪The sky splits the dawn’s horizon♪ ♪Telling me the end♪ ♪Is about to gently appear♪ ♪Like a whisper in my mind♪ ♪A fleeting touch across my face♪ ♪And I remain in darkness♪ ♪The sky splits the dawn’s horizon♪ ♪Telling me the end♪ ♪Is about to gently appear♪ ♪Like a whisper in my mind♪ ♪A fleeting touch across my face♪ ♪And I remain in darkness♪ ♪The sky splits the dawn’s horizon♪ ♪Telling me the end♪ ♪Is about to gently appear♪ ♪Like a whisper in my mind♪ ♪A fleeting touch across my face♪ ♪And I remain in darkness♪