Chapter 13: What's the rush? The ghost didn't sneak into your bed
In the past two days, Mu Qingzhuo asked people to dig out all the flowers in the house and found that there were things buried in the roots of many flowers.
The rotten flesh of the dead chicken was stuck to the feathers, and disgusting maggots were crawling on it. The unrotten fish bones pierced through the rotten eyeballs, staring ferociously at the people passing by.
There are even more unrecognizable animal remains, twisted claws, and pieces of flesh covered with fur, buried deep under the roots of every precious flower and tree.
Is it fertilizer? Or witchcraft?
Mu Qingzhuo asked several gardeners, and they said that flower growers do like to bury animal fertilizers at the roots of flowers, mostly fish intestines, small fish and shrimps, because it is cheap and does not burn the seedlings.
But this thing has a smell and is likely to attract small insects.
But before digging it out, there was no smell in the house, and no bugs.
The flower garden is thriving, with clusters of flowers in full bloom. Everyone who comes here will praise it, "Grandpa, you take good care of these flowers!"
Mu Qingzhuo walked up to an old gardener who was trembling all over. "Do you have anything to say?"
The old man's eyes were evasive, and anyone could see his panic. "Young Master, this is just ordinary farm fertilizer. It doesn't burn the seedlings, and the flowers bloom more vigorously."
"Does ordinary agricultural fertilizer need to be wrapped in red cloth?" Mu Qingzhuo kicked away a smelly thing at his feet. Half of the faded red cloth was wrapped around an unknown bone.
And those vases, from which he poured out three blood-soaked copper coins last night.
Someone used dirty Feng Shui magic to turn the Mu family into a man-eating cemetery and wanted to kill his grandfather!
And the person who did all this was most likely his closest relative besides his grandfather!
Old Master Mu stood at the second-floor window, watching Mu Qingzhuo digging holes all over the house. There was no expression on his face, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
The housekeeper told him, "Master dug all night last night."
The old man said: "Let him dig, let him do it."
"Did you sleep well last night?"
The old man sat on a chair by the window. "Yeah, I haven't slept so well in a long time. I didn't even hear him tossing and turning."
The housekeeper was making the bed. When he was pulling the sheets, he suddenly felt something warm under the pillow. He lifted it up and took a look, and was stunned.
A blackened talisman paper left a charred mark on the pillow.
"Old man, look at this."
Mr. Mu suddenly remembered that Mu Qingzhuo had sneaked in before he went to bed last night, and it turned out to be this.
His face turned cold, his thin back slightly bent, his eyes showing sadness, confusion, and a hint of relief. After a long moment, he slowly said, "Send it to Qingzhuo and ask him to investigate together. Tell him to go ahead and do it, I'll cover for him."
Not long after, the housekeeper returned with some surprising news. "I just heard from the hospital that the Second Master's illegitimate son was hit by a car. His legs were crushed and he can no longer stand up."
The old man was silent for a moment, then he sighed deeply, "What a sin!"
In the private hospital, Mu Jingyi, the son of Mu Boxin and his mistress, just woke up.
Knowing that his leg had been amputated, he clutched Mu Boxin's clothes tightly, his nails almost digging into his flesh. "The car didn't even hit me hard! It just scraped by! How did my leg get broken? And it got amputated?! Dad, why? That's not what you said at the beginning!"
His voice was like poison, and he asked viciously: "Didn't you say it was foolproof? Where is that damn master you found? Mu Qingzhuo is fine, but I am broken! My legs are broken!"
Mu Boxin frantically pried his hands apart and growled in a low voice, "Are you crazy? How can you say such things?!"
This hospital is the Mu family's private hospital. What happened here may be known to the old man.
He looked around and found that no one was paying attention to them, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
The woman next to him looked like a puppet with its soul sucked out. Her makeup was smudged from tears, and her body was shaky. The huge blow had left her with no strength left, and she couldn't even stand steadily. "My son won an international award for piano and was top of every subject. Now he has lost his legs!"
She collapsed to the ground, her nails scratching the cold tiles. "His life is ruined... ruined!"
Mu Boxin held the collapsed woman in his arms and coaxed her softly, "I asked, and the master said he didn't sense anything. The Gu is still in Mu Qingzhuo, but I don't know why he woke up. Maybe Mu Qingzhuo is just too tough, and that's why it's backfiring."
He glanced warily at the empty corridor and gave Mu Jingyi a warning glare. "Don't say what you just said outside. Remember?"
"I don't care!" Mu Jingyi roared hysterically, grabbing Mu Boxin tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white.
His bloodshot eyes were filled with crazy hatred. The pale light of the ward shone on his face, and the expression on his face was so ferocious that made Mu Boxin feel uneasy.
"Jing Yi, calm down!"
"How can you expect me to calm down?!" He no longer cared. He had been completely ruined. Since he was going to hell, he had to drag Mu Qingzhuo with him!
"Dad!" Mu Jingyi gritted his teeth, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth, "Go and beg that master again! I don't want to exchange my life, I want him to die! If it weren't for him, how could I become like this!"
The monitor beside the bed emitted a shrill alarm, indicating that his heart rate was soaring. Mu Boxin quickly responded, "Okay, I'll go and beg him. Don't get excited."
Mu Jingyi was trembling. If he hadn't exchanged his life with Mu Qingzhuo, how could he have suffered such a terrible backlash?
A day ago, he was the youngest special recruit of the Finance Department at A University. He was praised as a genius by the teachers, and the gold-diggers in the school looked at him with hooked eyes. His father even patted him on the shoulder and said, "The future of the Mu family depends on you."
He is an illegitimate child, and because of his excellence, he can trample Mu Jingfeng under his feet.
The old man only has his father as his son, and Mu Jingfeng is also a waste. The master said that Mu Qingzhuo is lucky, and as long as he dies, everything in the Mu family will be his.
But now, his legs, his admission qualification, and his future are all ruined!
"Go find the Master right now!" He yanked the IV needle off the back of his hand and struggled to get up. "I'm going to make Mu Qingzhuo suffer ten times more than I did! I'm going to kill him!"
Before he could finish his words, he started coughing violently. The alarm on the monitor turned into a sharp long beep, and the hurried footsteps of a nurse could be heard in the corridor.
Mu Boxin didn't dare to continue the topic and coaxed: "I'll go now, just wait for me."
Mu Boxin felt bad too. His son was the heir he had personally cultivated. In terms of temperament and ability, he was several times better than the good-for-nothing at home.
It was like the jade he had carefully polished was now crushed by a car accident.
He was also unwilling to give up and contacted the master again.
But when I contacted them, I deliberately avoided the mother and daughter.
The master was an unkempt old Taoist priest with a hoarse, sinister voice. "This could only be backlash, or his ability was several levels higher than mine, so he was broken before I even noticed. But that's unlikely. I've never heard of anyone so powerful. I can only say that Mu Qingzhuo is incredibly lucky, and even the heavens are protecting him."
Mu Boxin’s first reaction was that it was a good thing that he didn’t get hurt, otherwise he would be the one who was disabled now.
"Try again, money is not a problem."
The old Taoist said, "I'll try again. Your son's legs have been amputated, and he can't stand up. I can only exchange his life for a better one, so that he can become a wealthy disabled person in the future."
Mu Boxin hesitated. What good was a good life? He was still a cripple.
If this son is not good enough, he can have another one and not consider the one at home.
Mu Boxin: "Master, please don't worry about my son for now. Mu Qingzhuo must die. Once he dies, there will be no hope for the old man."
Lao Dao: "It's cruel enough, I like it."
After dinner, Jiang Yuan brought Duan Anluo some water for washing his feet, "Master, I have to go to school tomorrow."
Duan Anluo said gently: "My dear grandson, eat more when you go to school."
Jiang Yuan said seriously: "I will study hard."
Duan Anluo still said the same thing: "Just try your best, it's okay if you can't learn it."
Some people are suited to studying literature, others to martial arts, and some, though neither is a natural or ideal choice, can learn a trade. Building a house, repairing a car, raising fish... every profession requires skill, and as long as you can support yourself, anything is worthwhile.
His profession has been considered the lowest class since ancient times, yet he still created such a large family fortune... although those prodigal sons failed to keep it.
Duan Anluo touched the little disciple's head and said, "It's okay. Grandmaster, please accept a few disciples and let them support you for the rest of your life."
Jiang Yuan blushed, but the thought of his grandfather wearing open-crotch pants gave him a headache, so he still wanted to give it a try.
Duan Anluo didn't point it out, letting him try. Maybe the child could really make a big splash and become the top scorer in high school? Although he himself didn't believe it.
Jiang Yuan instructed: "Master, I have already told the workers that you don't have to worry about them tomorrow. They will do the work on their own."
Duan Anluo waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, there will be people to do the work tomorrow."
"Who is it?"
Duan Anluo put his phone on the table and watched Pleasant Goat vs. Big Big Wolf while soaking his feet. "It's almost there, don't worry."
Mu Qingzhuo went out to find a private detective to investigate his second uncle. He came back at night. When he got on the overpass, he suddenly found that he could not see the road ahead and there was something on the glass.
Jiang Feng stepped on the brakes in panic and found that the car had broken down.
Mu Qingzhuo remembered what Duan Anluo said, that he would get into a car accident and break his legs, and he would be in great shape.
Jiang Feng's fingers, gripping the steering wheel with such force that they turned white, uttered through gritted teeth, "Master, the navigation is completely black!" Cold sweat streamed down his square face. "If I weren't a veteran driver with twenty years of experience, we'd already be drowning in the river."
"Click...hiss..." A festering face outside the window was pressed tightly against the glass, and the sound of nails scratching the glass was clearly heard by Mu Qingzhuo.
Mu Qingzhuo gritted his teeth and turned his head to see an empty eye socket with a nest of red worms twisting and crawling inside.
"Ugh..." Mu Qingzhuo's throat tightened and he vomited.
Fortunately, he always carried the straw man that Duan Anluo gave him. Mu Qingzhuo took it out and gestured at the ghost, as if he was using a cross.
"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"
Unfortunately, it's useless.
Jiang Feng almost vomited blood. "Young Master, have you watched too many movies? What the hell is going on?"
Mu Qingzhuo was also anxious. How to use this thing? Duan Anluo didn't say!
Immediately afterwards, the rotten bones suddenly penetrated the iron roof, and black sticky blood dripped onto Mu Qingzhuo's leather seat. Like sulfuric acid, the seat hissed and emitted white smoke.
Jiang Feng didn't dare steer. He couldn't see the road ahead clearly and was afraid of crashing into other cars. Based on his experience, the traffic light was green when he got on the overpass, and there was not much traffic on the bridge. At this speed, the next light would also be green. As long as he could keep the car steady and drive straight, the chances of a collision were low.
However, when people are blindfolded, they tend to turn corners out of habit.
Just when he was getting anxious, Mu Qingzhuo reminded him: "Autopilot!"
Jiang Feng was usually afraid that autonomous driving was not as reliable as his own skills, so he drove it himself and forgot the functions of the car.
Just when he felt relieved, he saw a layer of black mist coming in from the air conditioner vent. In the moment of life and death, Jiang Feng no longer cared about Mu Qingzhuo's identity as a young master, "What are you still standing there for? Ask your godfather!"
Mu Qingzhuo reacted and quickly called Duan Anluo. After answering, before Duan Anluo could say anything, Mu Qingzhuo shouted, "How do you use the straw man?!"
His voice cracked from his anxiety.
The crisp sound of crackling melon seeds came from the receiver, and Duan Anluo said slowly: "Why are you in such a hurry? The ghost didn't sneak into your bed."
"Daddy! It's coming in!!!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
