"That flower angrily scolded my husband, saying that he had trampled on her foundation and that it was not easy for her to cultivate until now."
"After saying a lot of things, the flower even warned my husband that she would never let this matter go and would come after him once she had repaired the problem!"
"But, but Master Jiang, this flower..."
The woman spoke awkwardly, seemingly unconvinced. "I know there are ghosts and goblins in this world, but isn't it a bit far-fetched that a flower can cultivate into a spirit?"
"If my husband said that it wasn't a flower but a vixen, then I would believe him."
"What can this flower... do?"
Friends: "..."
The netizens were simply speechless!
What can a flower do?
Can't a flower cultivate itself into a spirit?
Then, may I ask, where did the flower fairies in the ancient myths and legends of Daxia come from?
There are not only flower fairies, there are also flower gods, flower demons, flower elves, flower monsters, flower spirits and flower ghosts!
A flower can definitely be cultivated into a spirit!
"Your husband knows exactly what a flower can do."
Jiang Ye answered, looking at her: "Also, although your husband was in a near-death state because of that flower, the course of events is completely different from what he said."
"In other words, your husband lied."
"Lie—" When the woman heard this, she subconsciously denied it because of her blind trust in her husband.
But Jiang didn't want to listen either.
Jiang Ye raised his hand to seal her mouth, and only after she was quiet did he continue: "Listen to me first."
woman:"……"
"Not only did your husband lie to you, he also hid his wealth from you and lived happily ever after."
What?
The woman was stunned when she heard this, her eyes widened and her breathing became slightly rapid.
Money, money is pouring down like rain?
This, no, this is impossible, this is impossible!
All the money in the house was kept with her. If her husband used the money like that, how could she——
"I said, the money was earned by him, not taken out from his home."
Before she could continue to deny it in her heart, Jiang Ye's voice rang out again.
Jiang Ye looked at her, her expression filled with astonishment, and said, "Your husband, Yang Baocai, did indeed encounter a flower half a month ago. To be more precise, he encountered a flower spirit that was cultivated from azalea flowers."
"The azalea spirit lived in the mountains behind Yang Baocai's construction site, in a cave that no one dared to visit and whose existence was only known through word of mouth among the villagers. Yang Baocai was tired and wanted to escape, so he went up the mountain to cool off."
"But he was destined to meet the azalea spirit. Not long after ascending the mountain, he stumbled into the cave. He lay down in the cave to rest and saw fruit offerings there, so he took some and ate it."
"Those fruits weren't offered by anyone. Instead, they were conjured by the azalea spirit after it sensed someone approaching. It then injected its own essence and blood into the fruits, allowing them to seduce and deceive others."
"After Yang Baocai ate the fruit and was about to take a nap, he saw the cave suddenly transformed into a magnificent temple filled with incense and incense. In front of the temple, there was a glittering statue."
"Yang Baocai was shocked when he saw it, thinking he was hallucinating. He was so scared that he wanted to leave. But before he could leave, the statue seemed to come alive and spoke in human language, asking him if he had any wishes."
Having said this, Jiang Ye suddenly stopped, raised his hand and started playing the replay.
On the screen, it was exactly the same as what Jiang Ye said:
A glittering statue asked Yang Baocai if he had any wish.
wish?
Yang Baocai was so scared that he wanted to run away, but when he heard these two words, he immediately stopped.
His narrow eyes narrowed as he looked back at the talking, glittering statue. He felt that the statue looked very much like the gods seen in mythological TV dramas, and he was the protagonist who was very lucky and had met an immortal!
Thinking of this, Yang Baocai was no longer afraid.
Not only was he no longer afraid, he rolled his eyes a few times and quickly knelt down in front of the statue. He clasped his hands together and said greedily, "Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I have a wish, I have a wish to make!"
"Speak," the statue replied.
When Yang Baocai heard this, he became even more certain of his idea.
Immediately, he nodded with great excitement and expressed a series of unrealistic wishes!
For example, he wants to be the richest man in the world, or he wants to be the leader of Daxia, or he wants to be a god...
In short, the statue fell silent after hearing this. His wishes were really too unrealistic!
It can't help him accomplish any of these, okay?
If it could accomplish this, would it have needed to trick him into coming here?
It might as well just deify itself!
So the statue rejected Yang Baocai and said, "Young man, remember not to be greedy. You can only make one wish, and don't make too many."
Can’t be too much?
When Yang Baocai heard this, he immediately lost interest.
He frowned and was about to speak, but then, as if suddenly remembering something, he nodded hastily at the statue. "The immortal is right! The immortal is right! Well, then, I don't want those wishes anymore. I just want a box of money. I want a whole box of money!"
"One hundred thousand, one hundred thousand is not too much, right?"
One hundred thousand?
After hearing this, the statue thought about it for a moment and felt that it was not that excessive.
If it works hard and wastes some energy, it can still turn out one hundred thousand yuan.
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