Chapter 063 The Gentle Head

Very good. It looks like he not only didn’t eat, but he probably didn’t even drink a sip of water before rushing back.

Was she afraid of being caught by him, so she ran back without having time to tidy herself up?

Zhang Moyu sighed silently in his heart, and spoke slowly and gently:

"Is there nothing you want to tell me?"

Hearing Zhang Moyu's tone, which was the same as usual, or even more gentle, Zhang Qiling couldn't help but feel a skip in his heart. His spirits tensed up and the hairs on his body stood up.

Not sure if this was the silence before Zhang Moyu's outburst, Zhang Qiling observed Zhang Moyu's expression with his peripheral vision and found that he looked calm, with no sign of joy or anger.

After hesitating for a moment, feeling that the more he said, the more mistakes he would make, Zhang Qiling finally chose to lower his head and pretend to be deaf and dumb, preparing to be scolded.

"I'll make you some noodles."

After a few seconds of silence, Zhang Moyu stood up and walked towards the kitchen, saying something to Zhang Qiling as he left.

"Think carefully about what to say and where you went wrong."

Zhang Qiling followed his receding figure with a confused look and a hint of uneasiness.

Fifteen minutes later, Zhang Moyu brought a bowl of steaming noodle soup and placed it in front of Zhang Qiling.

Seeing that the child was at a loss, Zhang Moyu simply grabbed his wrist and picked up the chopsticks with his other hand and stuffed them into his hand.

"It's quite late now. After you finish eating, clean up yourself, then go take a hot bath and have a good sleep."

Letting go of Zhang Qiling's wrist, Zhang Moyu had already checked his physical condition.

He must have suffered some minor injuries on this trip and had been out of medicine for a few days. It seemed that he had remembered his "threat" in his heart. Now he is much better than before, when he would get covered in blood every time he went to the tomb.

However, he was not at the scene, so it was difficult to say whether Zhang Qiling had to bleed due to special circumstances or was injured due to poor training.

Well... there is some foul air invading the body, but it is all a minor problem. It should be that I encountered a corpse monster or zombie with some magical powers.

Zhang Moyu rolled up the sleeve of Zhang Qiling's hand and saw a small blue-black handprint on his forearm.

The skin on the outermost circle of the handprint is a little red. This is the Qilin blood expelling the evil spirits on its own. If it relies entirely on self-healing, it will take at least a month to completely clear it.

Zhang Moyu directly covered the small handprint with his own hand, and then gently kneaded it. Under the thin spiritual energy gathered in his hands and the unique suppression of the Mo Qilin bloodline, the small black handprint was quickly eliminated without leaving any trace.

After doing all this, Zhang Moyu placed one hand on the top of Zhang Qiling's head and gently rubbed his head with a gentle and soothing voice.

"That's it for today. We can talk about it tomorrow if there's anything else."

The current situation was very different from what he had imagined. It felt like Zhang Moyu seemed very angry but also not angry. His gentleness made Zhang Qiling doubt his life a little.

So even though he was rubbed unexpectedly, the expression on Zhang Qiling's face still looked a little dazed. He looked up at Zhang Moyu without blinking, his eyes seemed to be shining with a faint light.

"Have a good rest, good night."

Seeing his rare dazed look, Zhang Moyu couldn't help but smile and patted him on the head twice.

Zhang Qiling came back to his senses after being slapped by him. He dodged his hand and lowered his head to make an imperceptible "hmm".

After finishing all the work for the day, Zhang Moyu turned around and went back to his room with light steps, lying on the bed and closing his eyes to rest.

Although I told myself not to be angry, but...

I'm still angry after all!

Zhang Moyu opened his eyes in the darkness and stared at the ceiling with a dim gaze.

He actually didn't object to Zhang Qiling going to the tomb.

There are many evil things in the tomb. Even if Zhang Qiling doesn't go, he will find a chance to clean up all those things sooner or later.

Accidents are unpredictable, and it is not unacceptable to get injured or bleed a little when encountering danger.

The worst that could happen is that he got injured due to poor skills and had to come back for more training.

Zhang Moyu was not angry about these things. He was angry that Zhang Qiling made plans on his own and went to a dangerous place.

As the clan leader, he put himself in danger, not only did he not inform him, he also sent him away and assigned someone to watch him!

Is this reasonable?

If this had happened in the past, the entire clan would have had to pay for the clan leader's willfulness!

Everyone takes turns kneeling in the ancestral hall!

In addition, everyone must write a deep reflection and send it to the patriarch, who will then reflect on it carefully!

To put it bluntly, if something really happened and we don't even know where the person is, not only would rescue be too late, but we might not even be able to find the body.

The more Zhang Moyu thought about it, the darker his eyes became.

He knew there was a saying that goes, "If jade is not polished, it will not become a useful object!"

If a young tree is not pruned, it will not grow straight; if a person is not disciplined, he will be in trouble!

If this little brat dares to lie tomorrow, he must fulfill his duty as an elder and teach the rebellious leader a lesson. He has no choice but to do so!

Time flies and it’s the next day.

After Zhang Qiling finished cleaning up last night, he lay in his room with his eyes open until dawn.

Zhang Moyu's words kept circulating in his mind, and he had to think about what to say tomorrow. His mind was so messed up that he couldn't sleep at all.

When I get tired of thinking, I just sit there for a while, then continue thinking, and before I know it, it’s dawn.

Zhang Qiling, who had not slept all night but did not feel very tired, got up, washed, and then took the initiative to make breakfast. When Zhang Moyu pushed the door open, Zhang Qiling had already set the table and was sitting obediently waiting.

The Zhang family has the habit of not talking while eating or sleeping, and the whole table of food was eaten in silence by the two of them.

Zhang Qiling took the initiative to clean up the dishes. When he was about to take the dishes to wash, Zhang Moyu reached out and pressed down the stacked dishes to stop him.

Then he nodded slightly towards the chair next to him, indicating that he should sit there.

What is coming is coming...

After thinking about it all night, Zhang Qiling still hadn't figured it out, and his face looked a little heavy.

"Let's talk."

Zhang Moyu originally wanted to wait until after morning exercise to talk about it, but seeing how tense Zhang Qiling was early in the morning, it would be better to talk about it sooner rather than later.

"I... shouldn't have gone to the grave alone... shouldn't have gotten hurt..."

"stop!"

Zhang Moyu rubbed his eyebrows and spoke in some confusion.

"Why do you feel like it's your fault that you shouldn't be hurt?"

After thinking about it carefully, Zhang Moyu felt that Zhang Qiling had some misunderstandings about him.

"I'm not some feudal patriarch. I told you that if you get hurt, I'd put bitter medicine in your medicine. It's a constraint on you. From what I saw before, you really didn't care about your body at all.

And because of the Qilin blood, we are immune to many medicines, and sometimes we are particularly sensitive to some medicinal herbs. The bitter medicine I added is indeed conducive to wound recovery.

You have to understand that everything we as Zhang family need to do is very dangerous, and sometimes getting hurt is unavoidable. Even if we take a step back, accidents are always a thing in this world, and no one can avoid getting hurt forever."