Chapter 273: I'm Sorry, Money and Silk Are Moving
Huan'er reluctantly said, "Dad fell and got hurt. I was just about to go buy some plaster for him."
The young master let out a breath and said, "Let's get a doctor to see him later."
Huan'er looked at the two people behind the young master carrying something covered with red cloth and asked, "What are you doing?"
The young master waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about it, go back quickly."
When Huan'er walked in, the old shopkeeper immediately opened his eyes wide. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Huan'er slowly shaking her head.
The old shopkeeper immediately understood everything. He sat on a stool and watched the young master carry the thing covered with red cloth into the main hall and place it on the table.
The red cloth was torn open, revealing five statues with different expressions.
Despite the intense heat, the old shopkeeper felt a chill in his heart, as he felt the main hall suddenly become cold and damp.
He pointed at the young master, who said, "I invited the Five Gods home to worship them."
The old shopkeeper felt dizzy and collapsed all of a sudden.
Huan'er hurried over to help him up and took him back to his room. The old shopkeeper lay on the bed, mumbling.
Huan'er leaned in to listen, only to hear him laboriously repeating, "I'm sorry."
Huan'er's tears suddenly fell. She looked outside the door. The door seemed like a black hole where no light could be seen. She didn't know what kind of monsters were hiding in the black hole.
"Dad, you haven't let me down." Huan'er wiped her tears and said, "I still have to serve you and mom. It's okay."
Tears rolled down the corners of the old shopkeeper's closed eyes.
The young master bought fine wine and delicious food and placed them on the altar of the Five-Directions God. He knelt before the statue and begged, "Thank you, Five-Directions God, for your guidance. This has allowed me to return to my family."
There was a rustling sound in the main hall, and a shrill voice rang out: "You have already received your inheritance, what else do you want?"
The young master said, "I want money! I want the secret of Mingyue Ice Room's ice making!"
The rustling sound continued to ring out, as if five voices were entangled together and constantly discussing.
After a moment, the shrill voice sounded again: "Anything can be offered as an offering?"
The young master's eyes turned red and he said, "Anything is fine!"
"Then exchange it for good deeds." The shrill voice laughed, and then the main hall returned to silence.
The young master was finally able to sleep, but he was too excited to fall asleep.
The Five-Powerful God has great powers. He instructed him to snatch the scriptures and easily turn the tide.
As long as you offer it sincerely, your wishes will come true!
The young master was filled with evil fire, and the scorching heat was already unbearable, and now it was even more unbearable.
"Huan'er! Huan'er!"
The young master came to the room looking for Huan'er to vent his anger on her.
But before he reached the front of the house, he heard Huan'er's painful moans and cries coming from inside.
A man's voice sounded in the room, as if saying, "I am Wutong Shen Zhong Sanlang. A delicate beauty like you deserves my love and care."
Huan'er struggled hard and cried out, but her voice was as thin as a mosquito's buzz.
The young master stood in front of the house, his lips trembling, and his anger suddenly fell to the bottom, just like his heart.
He stood in front of the door, wanting to stop it, but he didn't dare.
He did not dare to offend the Five Gods, and was also afraid that the wealth he had obtained would slip away.
He stood outside the door all night until dawn, when the noise in the room stopped.
The man said, "Beauty, I will come back in a few days." It seemed that the window was opened and the wind blew it away.
A moment later, Huan'er pushed open the door with disheveled hair, disheveled clothes, and looking haggard.
Seeing the young master standing outside the door, the two of them looked at each other.
The tear marks on Huan'er's face had dried. She no longer had any expression and no life at all, like a hollow piece of wood.
She walked past the young master holding the washbasin without even looking at him.
The young master turned around and looked at her back, wanting to speak, but his lips moved but no words came out.
Huan'er washed herself and went to take care of her parents-in-law.
The old woman never regained consciousness. The doctor examined her and shook his head, not knowing why she had such symptoms.
The old shopkeeper was still conscious, but he couldn't open his eyes, couldn't move his body, and had difficulty speaking. The doctor prescribed two doses of medicine, but was vague about whether it could cure him.
Huan'er wiped the faces, hands and feet of her father-in-law and mother-in-law. Her mother-in-law looked as if she were dead. Her father-in-law barely opened his mouth to speak, but only breathed out as soft as a mosquito's. He said, "Huan'er, run away!"
Huan'er burst into tears and said, "Dad, I can't escape."
The old shopkeeper struggled to get up, but he could only move a few fingers; he couldn't move at all. Tears welled up in his eyes, his lips trembling as he managed to utter, "I'm sorry."
Huan'er said, "Dad, you've raised me. You haven't done anything wrong to me, but you're also a pitiful person."
"As the saying goes, we raise children either to repay a favor or to avenge them. Dad, he's here for revenge. Revenge on you, revenge on mom, revenge on me."
The long-term worker in the restaurant came to ask the young master whether he would still open the restaurant.
The young master didn't want to stay at home anymore, so he went to the restaurant.
Business was booming that day, with many more people coming than usual, and all the wine in the restaurant was sold out.
One day's business is equivalent to half a month's business.
The young master did some calculations and felt warmed up again.
Just before closing, two groups of people came to eat, one carrying a suitcase and the other carrying a box.
While they were eating, a conflict suddenly arose and the two of them started fighting.
They all had some martial arts skills, and the restaurant suffered a lot in an instant, with all the tables and chairs broken.
The young master was so frightened that he hid behind the cabinet, not daring to raise his head. When the noise stopped, he found that both of them were dead.
The young master was extremely frightened and was about to report to the police, but when he looked at the two men's trunks and boxes, he suddenly had an idea.
He asked the waiter to close the door of the restaurant and secretly opened the trunks and boxes.
The chest was filled with gold and silk, but inside the box was a bloody human head.
The young master retreated in fear, but greed eventually triumphed over everything. He took the gold and silk, and buried the box and the two bodies under the backyard of the restaurant.
The waiter was so frightened that his legs were shaking. The young master scolded him, "What are you afraid of? They're just two dead people. Think about it carefully. If people knew someone had died in the restaurant, who would dare to come and eat? If the restaurant can't open, how can you still eat?"
The waiter could only dig a hole to bury the body and then pretend nothing happened.
The restaurant had to close the next day, firstly because it had to buy more wine, and secondly because it had to buy new tables and chairs.
The bloodstains have been washed away, and the only thing that was said to the outside world was that two strong men were fighting, and innocent people were affected, and the tables and chairs were broken.
The young master returned home carrying the boxes, took out the gold and silk, his eyes shining.
Gold is dazzling and silk is smooth.
Wutong God, what a great Wutong God!
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