Old Man Mi's expression softened a bit: "I was wondering before how you were able to resist the power of the Howling Whip, but now it seems you endured it with great willpower. This kind of mentality is truly rare."
Zuan was cursing inwardly. Was this "Rich Woman's Happy Ball" a counterfeit product? Wasn't it supposed to be immune to pain? What was going on?
However, he quickly realized that the ball had an effect lasting for one hour, and now an hour had passed. Although he was immune to the ten times the pain caused by Chu Huanzhao's Howling Whip, the wounds left by the whip were still there. After the effect wore off, he would still inevitably feel the normal pain from the wounds.
"You're lucky, kid. If that girl had lashed you one more time, you would be dead." Old Man Mi said, checking his injuries with a smug look. "It's strange that your frail body could withstand so many lashes."
Zuan then thought of another effect of the "Rich Woman's Happy Ball". It seems that when a rich woman inflicts a fatal wound, there is a residual health lock function. Hmm, wouldn't that give him a great advantage when fighting against women who are richer than him in the future?
Bah, bah, bah, what ambition! What kind of skill is it to try and seduce a woman? The key issue is that with all these restrictions, its practical application is far too narrow.
Old Man Mi took out a bottle of medicine, and with a flick of his sleeve, he evenly sprinkled the powder inside onto the wound: "Take these two bottles of medicine, one for external application and one for internal use. Take good care of your injury these days, and don't lose your life."
Zuan felt a cool sensation on his wound, which made him feel much better. He was deeply moved and said, "Grandpa, I really don't know how to thank you."
Old Man Mi chuckled twice: "Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough." He left with a chilling smile, then hunched over and left the room.
Zuan didn't think much of it and instead began to take stock of his gains.
I just received 1444 anger points from Chu Huanzhao, which is enough for 14 lottery draws. Thinking about this, my impression of that girl has greatly improved.
This girl has the potential to be a cashier.
Since he had nothing better to do than lie in bed, Zuan decided to start a lottery.
Fortunately, he was able to operate the keyboard entirely with his mind; otherwise, given his current condition, he probably wouldn't even have the strength to hold the keyboard.
I mentally pressed the start lottery button, watching the cursor spin rapidly across the keyboard, hoping to draw something good this time.
To his surprise, the lottery cursor only moved back and forth between the number keys and the space bar this time, without moving to the letter section. He then remembered that there seemed to be a previous notification that the lottery system was only partially open, and the first three draws were as a newbie gift pack reward without any restrictions. He figured that he would have to wait for later features to be unlocked before he could draw from the letter section.
Wait a minute, I remember the first three draws mentioned a significant increase in the odds of winning, but I still only won a "thank you for participating" prize. So, the normal winning odds now are...
The result was exactly as expected:
Thank you for participating!
Zaun was speechless, but this was expected, so he didn't pay too much attention and continued to spend 100 anger points to start the lottery.
Thank you for participating!
Thank you for participating!
...
He clicked "thank you for participating" eight times in a row!
Holy crap!
Zaun almost jumped up and smashed the broken keyboard, but unfortunately the keyboard couldn't collect his anger points, otherwise his anger points would have been off the charts.
He planned to wash his face like before to try his luck, but unfortunately, he was too badly injured and couldn't even move. He had no strength left to get up and wash his face.
He was unaware that a pair of eyes were coldly watching him from outside the window. If he had seen them, he would have recognized the pretty figure as Xue'er, Chu Chuyan's personal maid.
"Is this guy crazy?" Xue'er's beautiful eyes showed a hint of doubt as she watched Zu An's expression twist and turn, raising his hands and kicking his feet.
After a careful examination, Xue'er was shocked to see the bloodstained wounds on his body: "The Howling Whip?"
She naturally recognized the infamous murder weapon of the second young lady of the manor, and her expression became extremely strange: "It's better to die at the hands of the second young lady, so that I won't give myself away by doing it myself."
She knew that with this useless son-in-law's weak and sickly body, he absolutely could not withstand so many blows of the wailing whip, and was destined to wait to die in bed.
Thinking this, she turned and left, returning to her room. Once she was sure no one was around, she took out paper and pen while munching on sunflower seeds and quickly wrote down the following in a special code:
"To my esteemed son: Miss Chu remains as pure as ever, and the two have not consummated their marriage. Furthermore, please rest assured that I will eliminate Zu An as soon as possible, and I expect you will hear good news soon."
She initially wrote about Zuan's impotence, but hesitated for a while before deleting it because she found it difficult to explain the cause and effect, and subconsciously did not want the young master to know that she had been touched by another man.
Thinking of how that bastard Zuan had groped her by the pond earlier that day and then done those things to her in the room, she was filled with rage. She cracked a few melon seeds, thinking that it would be too good for him to die at the hands of the Second Miss. She had originally planned to make him wish he were dead tonight.
The memory of Chu Chuyan asking her to serve her in bed tonight flashed through her mind again. She bit her lip and added a sentence to the secret letter: "Also, I don't know if I'm overthinking it, but I feel that Miss Chu seems to suspect me. Please hurry up and implement the plan."
After finishing writing, she sealed the encrypted letter, then summoned a beautiful little eagle and placed the letter in her anklet: "Take this to the young master quickly."
The little eagle seemed to understand human nature; it flapped its wings and quickly disappeared into the night sky.
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