Being beaten
Ye Jing'an began to show his acting skills to the master again. After shouting in pain twice, he pursed his lips, relaxed his body, and pretended to be dead without moving.
His blue and white school uniform was covered in blood and mud, and there were several large scrapes on his arms and calves that were still bleeding. It looked quite serious.
Liu Muze actually believed it, walked over to Ye Jingan, gently wiped the blood off, and picked him up: "You got beaten for being naughty, you have to learn a lesson."
Ye Jing'an felt someone picking him up, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, his eyes narrowed.
White clothes!
"Hey, I finally caught you!" Ye Jing'an reached out and grabbed the Grandmaster's collar, and put his other arm around his waist. "I told you you were here, and I caught you."
"Huh?" Liu Muze was stunned. He didn't expect that this kid still had the energy to move after being beaten like this. "Blast me."
"Hehehehe, I knew you would come out to save me." Ye Jing'an stared at him with a silly smile.
Liu Muze was so angry that he laughed and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts so much, it hurts so much..." Ye Jing'an looked at him pitifully with a sad face, "Do you have any magic pills to give me?"
"Of course, I'll take you there." Liu Muzhe held back his smile and took a taxi to take him to the hospital.
"What?" Ye Jing'an's eyes widened when he saw Liu Muze take out his cell phone. "Gods also use cell phones?"
Seeing that he looked like he had never seen the world before, Liu Muzhe shook his phone and showed him the screensaver.
"Ah?" Ye Jing'an was stunned. This phone was better than the one his father used.
A car arrived soon, and the driver asked, "Are you going to the city hospital? What's the last digit of your phone number?"
"Well, 3567." Liu Muzhe said.
"What?" Ye Jing'an opened his mouth in disbelief. The Grandmaster knew how to go to the hospital, and... he knew how to use his phone to call a taxi?
The amount of information was so great that Ye Jingan was so shocked that he really began to doubt whether he was dreaming, and even his worldview collapsed.
This ancestor looks different from the immortal gods in Journey to the West. Not only does he wear different clothes, but he can even use his cell phone to call a taxi to go to the hospital!
Ye Jing'an pinched his face with his hand and made a hissing sound. It hurts, it's not a dream! Then this ancestor must be a fake. A god can't be like him! Thinking of this, he reached out to pinch Liu Muze's face again.
"What?" Liu Muzhe grabbed his hand.
"Who are you? How dare you impersonate my ancestor!" Ye Jing'an roared.
This made the driver laugh: "You are quite funny kid, and you are the ancestor."
"Oh, this kid got beaten for being naughty when he was a kid and now he has a mental problem. It seems like there's something wrong with his brain. He keeps yelling about seeing gods and fighting monsters. Look, he's been beaten again." Liu Muzhe raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Ye Jing'an.
The driver sighed, "What a shame! What a cute child."
"You are the one with a problem in your brain!" Ye Jing'an glared at him.
The driver said, "Hey, you have quite a temper!"
Liu Muzhe smiled but said nothing.
"I just asked you a question. Who are you?" Ye Jing'an asked, grabbing his collar.
"I am your ancestor." Liu Muzhe stared at him with a faint smile, took his hand away, and straightened his wrinkled collar.
"You are not. My ancestor is a god. He can fly on clouds! Who would take a taxi like you?!" Ye Jing'an obviously looked down on gods who took taxis.
Human trafficker!
This thought suddenly popped up in Ye Jing'an's mind. He immediately placed his left and right hands together in front of his abdomen, his strong hand gently grasping his weak wrist, and raised his forearms slightly, alert to Liu Muze.
After all, he didn't remember what the ancestor looked like. He was careless just now and naturally thought that this person was the ancestor in his excitement.
"Okay, okay, I'm not." Liu Muzhe looked at his posture with amusement.
"You're quite patient in coaxing him." The driver laughed.
"There's nothing we can do. He's a poor child." Liu Muzhe sighed lightly.
Ye Jingan couldn't stand it any longer and opened his mouth to curse, but Liu Muze covered his mouth and stretched out his hands and feet to hit him.
Liu Muze didn't expect that this kid still had the strength to hit others after being beaten up like this. He sneered and grabbed him, holding him in his arms. He pinched his face and said, "If you move again, don't move."
Ye Jingan: “…”
The two of them remained in this position all the way to the hospital.
"What's your father's phone number? I'll ask him to pick you up." Liu Muzhe said.
"You dead human trafficker, don't even think about extorting money from my dad!" Ye Jing'an turned his head away.
"You have a high sense of security." Liu Muzhe raised an eyebrow, picked up the phone and dialed 110, and deliberately turned on the speakerphone so that he could hear it.
"Hello, this is the 110 Emergency Service Center, number xxxxxx, please."
"Hello, I found a child. He's currently in Room 302 of the Municipal People's Hospital's inpatient department. He was hit on the head and has become mentally retarded. He keeps arguing about who his ancestors are and who is a monster. Could you please help me find his parents?"
Ye Jingan felt that he was not stupid, but he was almost mad at him. He threw a tantrum on the hospital bed and wanted to get out of bed to hit Liu Muze, but was grabbed by the doctor and nurse.
"Goodbye, you unlucky kid." Liu Muze waved to Ye Jing'an. Seeing a child that no one else could handle suffer at his hands, he felt a sense of accomplishment.
The little Dai Wang was babbling and making a fuss in the ward. Liu Muzhe was really afraid that the nurse would not be able to control him and let him run away, so he sat outside the ward and waited for the police to arrive before leaving.
When Ye Zhuoran heard that his child had been beaten brain-dead, he rushed to the hospital in fear and took Ye Jingan to various departments for examination for an entire afternoon. The result was that there was nothing serious and he only suffered some minor skin injuries.
This made Ye Zhuoran very angry. He felt that he had worked in vain for the whole afternoon, so he scolded Ye Jingan.
Ye Jing'an turned his head away and ignored Ye Zhuoran. It was the trafficker who had said that he was mentally ill and that was why he got scolded. However, he didn't dare to tell Ye Zhuoran that there was a liar pretending to be the founder, otherwise he would be beaten again.
Ye Jingan was furious. All the scolding and beatings he had received recently were related to this ancestor, so he secretly cursed the ancestor in his heart for not being a good person!
After being beaten for the whole morning and scolded for the whole afternoon, Ye Jing'an was so tired that he went home and fell asleep immediately.
The next day, he still felt pain all over his body when he woke up. He lay in bed groaning, "Ouch, ouch." Thinking of the "liar" from yesterday, Ye Jingan found that he couldn't remember what he looked like. It seemed that only the ancestors could do this.
He is truly the Grandmaster!
Alas, I finally caught him, but he ran away...
It turns out my grandpa knows how to use a phone. I can add him on WeChat. If I had known yesterday, I would have told him my dad's phone number so I could call him back.
"Tsk!" Ye Jing'an felt a wave of regret. He repeated the same trick many times, using various methods to trick the Grandmaster out. Liu Muze no longer believed him and hid to watch him act out.
The second year's sacrificial ceremony began, and Ye Jing'an planned to take this opportunity to find him. He sneaked into the forbidden area at night like he did last year, thinking that the ancestor would still be drinking in the stone pavilion as before.
"Ah? He's not here." Ye Jing'an looked around and searched everywhere in the forbidden area, thinking that the ancestor must have hidden himself.
Unfortunately, Ye Zhuoran saw that Ye Jingan performed well today, so he bought his favorite barbecue as a reward in the evening and sent it to his room.
"Jing'an, look what daddy brought you. Open the door quickly." Ye Zhuoran stood at the door for a long time, but he didn't see Ye Jing'an come out. He opened the door, the quilt was folded neatly on the bed, and the man was gone again. "This little bastard!"
Ye Zhuoran ran out to look for him. When he reached the outside of the forbidden area, he saw flashlights flashing around inside and heard Ye Jingan yelling nonsense inside.
"Grandmaster, come out! Let's add each other on WeChat."
"If you don't have WeChat, you can add other contact methods. Or leave a phone number?"
"Where are you? I'm coming to find you."
…
Ye Zhuoran was practically pissed off when he heard this. This kid must have been on his phone too much and gone crazy. He actually added the Grandmaster on WeChat and even left his phone number!?
"Ye Jing'an, come here!" Ye Zhuoran went up and slapped him again.
Ye Jing'an ignored him and ran while shouting. He was determined to get the contact information of the ancestor today.
"What's going on?" Ye Yu rushed over after hearing the noise.
"Dad! Look how you've spoiled this brat. He disturbed the Grandmaster so late at night and even insisted on adding the Grandmaster on WeChat!" Ye Zhuoran was both angry and absurd. How did this kid even think of asking for the Grandmaster's WeChat? Why did he have so many outrageous ideas in his head...
"What?" Ye Yu was also stunned. Seeing his little grandson actually yelling at the top of his lungs to add the grandmaster on WeChat, "Let's go find a stick!"
When the two returned to the forbidden area, they had two iron rods in their hands...
"Ah! Grandmaster, save me! This is made of iron, it can kill people!" Ye Jing'an was being chased and beaten. As he ran, he vaguely saw a man in white clothes standing by the altar in the distance in the moonlight.
"Grandmaster!" He ran over with his head down, but after a few steps, he was caught by Ye Zhuoran and hit hard on the buttocks. Ye Jingan looked at the man in white clothes who seemed to be smiling and waving at him, the same wave he made in the hospital!
This made him so angry that he shouted in front of his father and grandfather: "Liu, you watched someone die without helping!"
"What? How did you call the Grandmaster just now?!" Ye Zhuoran and Ye Yu widened their eyes.
This lawless kid doesn't know the rules.
“You deserve a beating!”
"Ah! Grandpa, I was wrong, ah..."
Ye Yu usually doesn't take action, but when he does, it's extraordinary. Ye Jing'an was beaten to a pulp, locked in his room for three days, and forced to draw 100 demon-killing talismans. Most importantly, his phone and computer were confiscated, forbidding him from touching them.
Ye Jingan lay on the bed sulking: "Grandmaster is not a good person. He hurt me like this!"
"Why am I not a good person?" Liu Muze chuckled, "You were the one who asked for it, how can you blame me?"
"Where are you?" Ye Jing'an jumped out of bed and looked for him everywhere in the room, shouting angrily, "Come out!"
"I'm right outside your door. Can you come out?" Liu Muzhe knocked on the door.
"Mr. Liu, open the door for me!" Ye Jing'an kicked the door hard several times.
"Liu?" Liu Muzhe said with a sneer, "If you like being beaten, just shout Liu more often. I like to watch it, hahahahahaha..."
"Just wait for me!"
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