Chapter 14 Dad, save me!
Mu Qingzhuo was so anxious that he thought ghosts were about to come in, but Duan Anluo was still eating melon seeds and talking slowly. There were two lives at stake here!
Duan Anluo: "Oh, just bite your finger, let some blood drip on it, yell 'Daddy, save me', and throw it out."
Before Duan Anluo could finish his words, Mu Qingzhuo bit his index finger fiercely. He was so nervous that he didn't feel any pain when he bit it.
"Dad, save me!" Mu Shao shouted and threw the bloody straw man out of the car window. The monster on the roof let out a scream and turned into black mist and pounced on the straw man.
With a "hiss", the straw man was torn into pieces in mid-air.
Mu Qingzhuo felt that what that thing wanted was not his legs, but his life!
The black shadow disappeared, and the taillights in front went from being vague to gradually becoming clear. Jiang Feng slammed on the brakes and avoided hitting them.
There were no bones in the car, no holes in the roof, and no blood dripping in. Everything seemed like an illusion to the two of them.
Jiang Feng found a place to park and pulled over to the side of the road. The two men collapsed on the seats and realized that their clothes were soaked with sweat. They were like two dying fish, gasping for breath.
After stabilizing his heartbeat, Mu Qingzhuo patted Jiang Feng on the shoulder and said, "I'll give you a raise when I get back."
Jiang Feng wiped his sweat and said, "Thank you, Master."
It was so exciting! He just wanted to be a slave, earning some money for his labor, not working for the young master. If the young master gave him more, he would just pretend he didn't say anything.
There were so many things going on these past two days that Mu Qingzhuo said, "Take me to Mr. Duan. I have something to ask him."
Jiang Feng: "Master, I was in such a hurry just now that my navigation broke. Is the next intersection left or right?"
Mu Qingzhuo immediately thought of what Duan Anluo said, remember the way and don't take the wrong door.
This dad is so scary, he had already calculated this!
Mu Qingzhuo called Duan Anluo again and said, "Send me your location and I'll come find you."
Duan Anluo asked him, "What is the spell?"
Mu Qingzhuo's mind was still blank, and he said directly: "Dad, save me!"
Duan Anluo said seriously: "Read it again."
Mu Qingzhuo tasted it and asked, "Are you kidding me?"
Duan Anluo said seriously, "No, I just want to make it more memorable for you. Whenever you're confused, just recite it like this and I'll guide you."
After hanging up the phone, Duan Anluo sent the location and laughed uncontrollably.
My eldest son loves it so much. He will collect a few more to play with in the future.
I don’t know where that Son of Heaven is now. In the original owner’s memory, Mu Qingzhuo was the oldest in their small group, not counting the uncle who cooked.
When they got to Duan Anluo, Mu Qingzhuo's face was still pale. Jiang Yuan poured a glass of warm water and handed it to him, "Drink some water and relax."
Mu Qingzhuo took the cup, his fingertips were cold, and his voice was trembling slightly: "Thank you."
He took a sip of water, and the warm water flowed down his throat, bringing a hint of warmth. Coupled with the faint aroma of incense filling the living room, he slowly relaxed from his tension all the way.
His eyes fell on Duan Anluo, and there was a hint of dependence in his tone that he himself could hardly detect: "I don't want to go home tonight."
After a moment of silence, he asked anxiously, "Where's my grandpa? Is he okay?"
Duan Anluo was slowly wiping his Soul Devouring Banner with a flannel cloth. His tone was calm, yet reassuring. "It's okay. His calamity has passed. Take good care of him. He has the face of a long life."
Mu Qingzhuo's tense shoulders finally relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."
After Duan Anluo finished wiping it, he hung the Soul Devouring Banner on the wall and asked a seemingly irrelevant question: "Did your uncle, the second son of the Mu family, ever leave home for a long time?"
Mu Qingzhuo was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "He went abroad for five years."
"Five years..." Duan Anluo repeated thoughtfully, "That's not a short time. Five years is enough to change a person beyond recognition."
Mu Qingzhuo sighed in sympathy, "Yes, the changes are too great. When he first came back, I almost didn't recognize him. For a while, I even suspected that he had been replaced."
Duan Anluo's lips curled up slightly as he looked at his eldest son with admiration, "This young man is teachable."
Mu Qingzhuo was stunned. He waved his hands hurriedly, "No! I'm talking nonsense! How is this possible?"
However, Duan Anluo's expression turned serious, "I'm serious."
These five short words hit Mu Qingzhuo's heart like a heavy hammer.
"Face-transplant surgery?!" Mu Qingzhuo struggled to utter this word, a word he had only seen in movies and TV dramas, his voice dry. "Impossible, it's too fantastical."
Duan Anluo shook his head. "I don't know what the solution is. You need to find out for yourself."
Mu Qingzhuo felt a chill running from the soles of his feet straight up to the top of his head. He didn't even notice it himself. He didn't doubt Duan Anluo's words at all and believed them directly. "Then, what about my real second uncle? Where is he?"
Duan Anluo: "He's dead. I saw him being buried. I just saw it."
"Dead?" Mu Qingzhuo asked in disbelief, as if struck by lightning. "The second uncle who played with me when I was a child?"
"Yes," Duan Anluo nodded affirmatively, "The one who died was him."
Mu Qingzhuo was completely dumbfounded. The immense sadness, anger, fear and helplessness were like an invisible hand strangling his throat.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Only tears rolled uncontrollably in his eyes. No wonder he felt his second uncle was so strange. No wonder his second uncle wanted to harm him and his grandfather.
He lowered his head dejectedly and said, "Don't tell my grandfather. I'll find out first."
He looked at Mu Qingzhuo who was trying hard to suppress his grief and praised him: "You are growing up very fast."
This sentence is a kind of recognition.
He doesn't keep idle people, doesn't accept useless people, and doesn't accept his son if he has poor abilities.
Except Yuaner.
The atmosphere in the living room was suffocatingly oppressive. Jiang Yuan broke the atmosphere with a dazed look: "Well, it's late. How about I clean up a room for you?"
Mu Qingzhuo had no intention of sleeping at this moment. He looked as wilted as an eggplant hit by frost.
Duan Anluo stood up and said lovingly, "I really can't do anything about you. You still need someone to coax you when you're this old. Sleep with dad tonight."
Mu Qingzhuo widened his eyes in shock. He wasn't, he didn't!
Duan Anluo grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him away.
Mu Qingzhuo couldn't struggle free. He couldn't understand why Duan Anluo, who was so thin and looked half-dead, had hands like eagle claws?
Jiang Feng looked around. There were seven or eight rows of ancestral tablets hanging on the wall, as well as statues of the Three Pure Ones and the angry-eyed Vajra. This environment was not an ideal bedroom.
He didn't even dare to sleep in the car because it was even scarier there.
He paused and looked at Jiang Yuan: "Master Jiang, can I sleep on the floor in your room?"
Being called Master, Jiang Yuan felt like he was electrocuted, and even the base of his tail felt comfortable. "Okay! Uncle, don't be afraid, I'll protect you!"
Mu Qingzhuo lay on the cold, hard floor, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The horrific scenes he had just experienced and the cruel truth he had just learned about his second uncle spun and tore through his mind like a revolving lantern, and he couldn't sleep at all.
Duan Anluo thought that his turning over was too noisy, so he stretched out his finger and tapped Mu Qingzhuo's forehead lightly.
Mu Qingzhuo only felt a black screen before his eyes, and he lost consciousness instantly without even a sound.
Duan Anluo was satisfied. "It's good to be young. You can fall asleep right away."
Just at this moment, Jiang Feng, who was carrying bedding and preparing to sleep on the floor in Jiang Yuan's room, passed by the door and saw Duan Anlu knocking Mu Qingzhuo unconscious.
His eyes widened instantly, and his arms, which were holding the quilt, froze.
Duan Anluo turned his head to look at the door and asked politely, "Brother Jiang, do you need any help?"
Jiang Feng took a step back and bowed in Duan Anluo's direction almost reflexively. "I can sleep by myself! No need to trouble you!"
After saying that, he ran away with the bedding in his arms.
Duan Anluo sighed, "It's great that she's still so energetic at over 40. Unlike him, he looks like he's had chicken plague, sick and nauseous!"
The early morning sunlight shone through the broken window onto Mu Qingzhuo's face.
He opened his eyes with difficulty while lying on the floor. All the bones in his body seemed to be taken apart and reassembled, and they were sore and stiff.
He sat up, rubbing his swollen temples. The heaviness brought by last night's shock and cruel truth had not completely dissipated. He was still a little dazed. Why did he sleep so deeply last night?
The aroma of food wafted through the air. When he walked into the hall, he saw Duan Anluo sitting at the broken eight-immortal table, leisurely enjoying his breakfast.
Golden fried dough sticks, snow-white and smooth tofu pudding, thin-skinned and generously stuffed dumplings, emerald green rice dumplings, and salted duck eggs cut in half and dripping with red oil.
The food is quite rich.
The phone was still playing a cartoon, this time it was Peppa Pig.
"Awake?" Duan Anluo didn't even raise his eyelids as he dug out the greasy duck egg yolk and placed it on the small plate in front of him.
"Yeah." Mu Qingzhuo agreed in a muffled voice. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Where's Jiang Feng?"
"After buying lunch, he went to help with the roof repairs. Your driver is really capable." Duan Anluo pointed outside, where several workers were unloading their tools. They were repairing the roof today. Jiang Yuan went to school with Han Zhen this morning, and Jiang Feng took the initiative to supervise the work.
Duan Anluo calmly placed the egg white in front of Mu Qingzhuo, "Here, eat this, duck eggs can suppress evil."
Mu Qingzhuo subconsciously wanted to refuse. He usually hated eating such salty things.
But at this moment, in the simple hall filled with the smell of old wood and incense ash, looking at Duan Anluo's eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything yet remained calm, he reached out and took it as if possessed by a ghost.
He was stunned: Why was he so obedient? Was this cheap dad a bewitching demon?
He had been victimized so many times that he developed a bit of paranoia, feeling that there were only ghosts and monsters around him and no normal people around him.
However, thinking of Duan Anluo's help to him, he took a bite with difficulty. It was too salty. He quickly took a basket of dumplings, sat opposite Duan Anluo, and said sincerely: "Thank you."
Duan Anluo handed him another egg white with the yolk removed, "Why are you being so polite? I'm your father after all."
Mu Qingzhuo looked at Danyan and his mouth twitched again and again. You are such a good father!
Taking advantage of this moment of peace, Mu Qingzhuo finally asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time, "What is your purpose in adopting me as your son? A master like you should have everything you need. I heard my grandfather mention that you even shortened your lifespan to save me."
Duan Anluo said calmly, "Want to hear the truth?"
Mu Qingzhuo nodded vigorously: "Yes!"
Duan Anluo smiled and said, "You have great luck and can extend my life."
"Extend your life?" Mu Qingzhuo was stunned. He hadn't expected this answer at all. He subconsciously asked, "Is it extended? You won't really die next year, will you?"
"It's been extended," Duan Anluo said seriously, "You even gave me an extra year. You're such a blessed child."
Mu Qingzhuo: "..."
For some reason, except for matters of life and death, he felt that anything else Duan Anluo said was unreliable.
"Okay, stop thinking about it. You stay here and watch the workers clean up the roof for me. I'll help you deal with the master your uncle found. Then you can go back and deal with your fake second uncle, it will be much easier." Duan Anluo was full and wiped his mouth. He was going to kill another one today.
But I have to find someone who can help me and get the medium left by the master from Mu Qingzhuo's uncle.
No, it’s that concubine.
Duan Anluo lit a stick of incense and looked around to see if there were any passing spirits or demons nearby who could help him run errands.
He can pay for it.
The incense stick was almost over when Duan Anluo heard a "click" at the door. He was startled. What did he summon?
A large white goose swaggered to the door, stretched its neck, and asked, "Is this the errand boy you called?"
Duan Anluo: "...goose?"
It’s an old goose that has been around for so many years. It can be spiritual. It’s either because it’s old or it has great luck.
Duan Anluo swallowed his saliva. It must be so delicious.
Big Goose was in a bad mood, his mouth full of the taste of spicy soup. He said to Duan Anluo, "Hey, Ni'er, I'm talking to you. Are you looking for an errand boy? I'm not cheap."
The one who answered it was Duan Anluo's size 42 slippers, "You are Ni'er, all nine of your clans are Ni'er!"
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