Chapter 2: Choubao, I am your father
Duan Anluo used his spiritual power to cut his finger, and dark red blood dotted onto Mu Qingzhuo's forehead.
The extremely yin and evil blood attracted all the black aura from the opponent's body, and then he gathered his five fingers together and absorbed it all into his own body without a trace left.
Several colleagues were frightened by Duan Anluo, "Are you trying to kill yourself?"
Duan Anluo had a smile on his face, and he was able to distract himself and talk to them: "Have you learned it?"
"A lunatic who doesn't care about his life!"
Taoist Priest Qi stamped his feet in regret, "What a pity!"
This method is to exchange life for life, and absorb all the negative energy from the other person into yourself.
This is not a good thing, especially the deathly aura, which not only brings bad luck to people, but can also kill them.
More importantly, this requires an abnormally strong mental strength. Even if someone wants to exchange his life for it, he does not have such abnormal control ability.
Duan Anluo has this ability at such a young age, which shows how talented he is.
Now that spiritual energy is reviving, ordinary people are suffering. After all, a mystic with such high talent has emerged, but he doesn't live long.
Taoist Priest Qi now understood why the ancestors in TV dramas were willing to die for their talented descendants. He wanted to exchange his life for theirs.
Duan Anluo's face turned increasingly pale. This kind of evil energy would be fatal to others, but for his current body, it was a great tonic. It was just that his physique was too weak to absorb it all at once.
After the evil spirit left Mu Qingzhuo's body, the plant on his chest quickly withered. Duan Anluo reached out to the Chinese medicine doctor, "Brother, can you lend me your needles?"
The Chinese doctor called "brother" subconsciously handed over the needle. Duan Anluo's fingers were slender, so thin that the shape of the joints could be seen clearly, but he inserted the needle quickly, steadily and accurately. In just two or three strokes, he locked the acupuncture points around the wound and squeezed a black seed out of the flesh.
The white spiritual energy that wrapped around the wound was no longer suppressed, and the wound healed quickly.
In his opinion, the person who cast the curse on Mu Qingzhuo was of average ability.
The person who saved Mu Qingzhuo's life from thousands of miles away with a trace of his guardian deity's spiritual energy was the one with real ability. If he had the chance, he would like to meet him.
Duan Anluo took the opportunity to touch the white spiritual energy. It was cold, hard, and slippery. The feeling of this... snake?
He used to have a big python named Xiaobai, which felt just like this. In the summer, he would let it coil up like a chicken coop on the couch under the grape trellis, and lean on it to keep cool. The effect was very good.
Unfortunately, when he died, Xiaobai had just begun to gain intelligence. After so many years, the chances of Xiaobai surviving are slim.
Duan Anluo touched the spiritual energy with a nostalgic look, "Bandage him, he'll be fine."
After saying that, Duan Anlu wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat directly on the hospital bed. He was already tired after just a few simple movements. His body was so weak that he had to be careful when eating, to be careful not to choke himself to death.
He didn't notice that the spiritual energy he touched seemed to be stimulated, rolling and jumping wildly on Mu Qingzhuo's wound, and finally disappeared along with the wound because it was too little.
The most obvious change in Mu Qingzhuo was that the numbers on the instrument began to jump towards normal values.
Duan Anluo held the seed and saw some images.
He raised his eyebrows. He had enough food and drink, but he was greedy and coveted other people's things, not hesitating to harm people's lives.
The person who casts the Gu will have his fate transferred in a lost form. However, it is not known whether the other party has learned another lost Gu technique to change his fate.
Since you don’t want to be a human being, just go wander around.
He said to the housekeeper, "Go find a stray dog."
The housekeeper was stunned. "Where are the stray dogs in the villa area?"
"Send someone to look for him now." Duan Anluo has a faint air of nobility, which emanates from his bones and is natural. No matter how sickly and lazy he looks, he cannot hide that air of nobility. When he is not smiling, his indifferent eyebrows and eyes have a sense of oppression that penetrates people's hearts.
The housekeeper didn't dare to ask more questions and quickly arranged for someone to look for him.
Duan Anluo put the seeds into a small porcelain bottle. Seeing that Mu Qingzhuo was still asleep, he slapped Haodaer on the face, and his spiritual power directly hit the sleeping soul, "Wake up!"
Mu Qingzhuo suddenly opened his eyes, his soul felt like it was slapped in the face, and his head hurt so much that it felt like it was about to split.
"He's really awake!"
"Qingzhuo!" The old man excitedly grabbed Mu Qingzhuo's hand, "Qingzhuo? How are you? Where does it hurt?"
"Grandpa?" Seeing the old man's white hair, Mu Qingzhuo's nose felt sore. "I'm fine. I'm sorry to have worried you."
The old man's eyes were red with excitement. "It's good that you woke up, it's good that you woke up. Come on, thank Mr. Duan, he saved you."
"Thank you Duan..." Mu Qingzhuo turned around and was slightly stunned when he saw Duan Anluo. What a beautiful pair of eyes, he seemed to have seen them somewhere.
The old man was puzzled, "Do you know each other?"
Mu Qingzhuo shook his head and said, "I don't know him."
Duan Anluo: "It doesn't matter if I don't know you. Let me introduce myself, Choubao. I'm your father. Call me daddy."
Mu Qingzhuo frowned, his face already showing annoyance. "I don't like such low-level jokes."
Duan Anluo was not angry with his son, "I'm not kidding you."
The old man said slowly: "Qingzhuo, he is really your adoptive father."
Mu Qingzhuo was confused. "Grandpa, what are you talking about?"
Grandpa Mu knew that his grandson couldn't accept it, and no one else would be able to accept it.
But once something is said, you must keep your promise.
The old man said seriously, "Acknowledging him as your adoptive father was a condition for him to save you. He almost risked his life to save you. Grandpa taught you since you were little that you must not be ungrateful or go back on your word."
Mu Qingzhuo's mouth twitched. What was going on?
Duan Anluo looked at Master Mu's reaction with a smile, and reminded him good-temperedly: "Good boy, call me daddy."
Mu Qingzhuo still couldn't accept it, "How many years older are you than me?"
Duan Anluo said righteously: "Age is not important, what matters is the bond between father and son. I've calculated, and you lack a father in your five elements. I just happen to be able to bring you good luck."
Mu Qingzhuo was so angry that he laughed. It was outrageous that his mother opened the door in an outrageous way. It was outrageous to the extreme!
Now that he has such a young father, how will his brothers view him in the future?
What do his peers in the Mu family’s business circle think of him?
The point is, he doesn't look like his father at all, and his face is even younger than his!
Duan Anluo saw his son's reluctance and said considerately, "Good boy, if you really don't want to, it's not impossible to change the conditions."
When Young Master Mu's surprise showed on his face, Duan Anluo slowly told him, "I'm sworn brothers with the old man. I'll ask your father to recognize me as his godfather. It's not impossible for you to call me Grandfather."
Mu Qingzhuo gritted his teeth and said, "Impossible!"
His father has been dead for so many years, no matter how much of a bastard he is, he can't find a father for his father.
Duan Anluo suppressed his laughter and said, "Silly boy, you will know in the future that it is not wrong to call me dad."
After he finished speaking, he slowly stood up. He was tired and wanted to rest.
The housekeeper noticed his fatigue and immediately came over to help him. "Mr. Duan, the guest room has been cleaned up. Would you like to go and have a rest? I'll send someone to take you back tomorrow."
First of all, this is the new father of their heir, and the Mu family must treat him as a guest.
Secondly, the young master had just woken up, and the Mu family didn’t dare to let Duan Anluo go. If anything happened, he would be held responsible.
Duan Anluo did not refuse. He took two steps and suddenly stopped. "Fellow Daoists, please pay the tuition."
A copper bell was handed to him, and Taoist Qi said with a smile: "Although I haven't learned your method, it's not for nothing. This is my tuition."
Taoist Master Qi cherished his talent, and he personally carved the Taoist motto on the bronze bell. He kept it on display at the venue for 49 days, originally intending to give it to his young disciple for self-defense.
Now it seems that it would be more appropriate to give it to Duan Anluo.
Taoism emphasizes the law of nature. It was heaven's will that he came here, it was heaven's will that he met Duan Anluo, it was heaven's will that Duan Anluo needed this thing, and giving it to Duan Anluo was in compliance with heaven's will.
As for the apprentice, he definitely doesn't have a connection with this thing.
Dao Ye is so casual!
When the others saw that someone was really taking the things, they all ran away like cunning villains.
Duan Anluo didn't force it and took the bell naturally, "Thank you."
This thing has a little magic power, which he can't use, so it's more suitable for little waste.
Duan Anluo then took out a small straw man from his pocket as a return gift, "The Northwest is not at peace. At the critical moment, a drop of blood on it can save your life."
Taoist Priest Qi took it subconsciously. The little straw man was only about ten centimeters long, and it was twisted so crookedly that the arms and legs could not be distinguished. There was a quail egg-sized tumor at one end, which should be the head.
It looks like a voodoo doll. Generally speaking, it is used by people with evil intentions to harm others. I didn't expect that some people would use voodoo dolls to save people.
That's the craft, hey!
Eh? No, how did he know I was going to the northwest? He didn't even know.
Taoist Priest Qi wanted to chat with Duan Anluo for a while, but when he looked up, he found that Duan Anluo had already left. He only had time to see his thin but straight back.
Taoist Priest Qi stroked his newly grown short beard, looking like an immortal, a hermit. "Never mind, we'll meet again if fate allows, hey."
After everyone left, Mu Qingzhuo asked seriously, "Grandpa, do you think Mr. Duan's eyes look like someone else's?"
Seeing his expression, the old man naturally became serious. "Who?"
"The hottest star, Duan Jingge."
"...Spicy chicken? You want spicy chicken? You just woke up, so you can only have porridge."
"Big stars! Super popular! They both have the last name Duan, are about the same age, and have similar eye color."
The old man raised his hand, gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. If his grandson had not just woken up, the slap would have definitely hit his back.
"Stop hanging out with the wrong crowd. Look at the scientists, entrepreneurs, philanthropists, and those who have made contributions to their country and their people. They are the ones you should be chasing! At your age, you should learn more and make more progress!"
Mu Qingzhuo didn't want to make his grandfather angry, so he quickly smiled and said, "I will learn in the future. Besides, don't we still have Second Uncle?"
His second uncle has loved him since he was a child and has spent even more time with him than his father. Although he was not very smart and did wrong things when he was young, in Mu Qingzhuo's heart, his second uncle is still the second uncle who loves him. The feelings formed from so many years of companionship cannot be changed.
When this was mentioned, the old man became even angrier, "That's the family business your father left behind, so naturally you should take over."
It is said that the youngest son and the eldest grandson are the lifeblood of the elderly, but that is not the case with Mr. Mu.
He has relatively traditional ideas. No matter how much he loves and pampers his children, the family business will still be passed on to the eldest son, and then to the eldest grandson after the eldest son passes away.
Besides, he knew very well what kind of person his youngest son was. The bastard had a woman outside and had a child with her. When he found out, he beat her up and kicked her out of the house.
If the eldest son had not passed away early and there was no one left at home, and even the second son's wife had forgiven him and accompanied him to plead for him, he would not have let him come back.
"That Xiaofeng from your second uncle's family is also a good-for-nothing. Stop hanging out with him, or I'll break your legs!" His second daughter-in-law is just too soft-hearted. She had a miscarriage years ago, so she dotes on Xiaofeng. The bastard they're raising is a year older than Xiaofeng, and he's been specially recruited by a prestigious university, while Mu Xiaofeng is still enjoying himself! He's taught her so many things, but she won't listen!
He's old and tired, and he can't take care of things any more. Especially recently, he's probably been frightened by his grandson's illness, and he's been restless. He's had nightmares and often has trouble breathing in his sleep. When he wakes up, he can't find anything wrong, and he's extremely exhausted.
Seeing his grandfather's current state, Mu Qingzhuo was frightened. "Don't worry, I will study hard in the future. Don't be angry."
Duan Anluo lay on the bed in the guest room and breathed a sigh of relief.
The negative energy he absorbed was slowly nourishing his body. The hunger in his soul was gone, and the pain in his body was gone.
This body is quite interesting.
I just don't know if the pure spiritual energy of Xuanmen can cover up the strong evil energy after the body recovers. One of the reasons why the original body was hunted down and killed was that he was full of evil energy, and it was obvious that he was deeply sinful.
But it’s not a big problem. As long as we kill all the enemies, there will be no enemies in the world.
Just after taking a short break, the housekeeper came, and behind him was someone pushing a cage with a half-grown puppy in it on a cart.
The housekeeper asked nervously, "Mr. Duan, we've found the stray dog you were looking for. We were short on time, and we only found one that had been hit by a car and is dying. Can we use it?"
This puppy has been wandering for more than a day or two. He is so skinny that you can even see the shape of his ribs.
I don't know what kind of bloodline this mixed dog has. His body is earthy yellow with a few black spots. His eyebrows are woven together to form an inverted eight, which makes him look ugly and cute.
Its hind legs were twisted unnaturally. The pain and hunger had left it without the strength to struggle. It lay huddled in the cage, with blood still lingering around its mouth.
A pair of big black eyes, when looking at people, show innocence, helplessness, confusion and defense, but it can't do anything now. What it wants to express is only a painful whimper and instinctive twitching.
Duan Anluo squatted down and looked at its miserable state. He gently lifted its chin with his fingers and spoke in a much gentler tone than when talking to people. "So you also have someone you want to wait for. Unfortunately, he is no longer in this world. But don't worry, you will have a new family soon."
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