Chapter 392: Chapter 306: Tricky Silk – Rock’s Importance (Please Subscribe, Requesting Monthly Tickets!)
When it all started, the black within the veins of the Stone of Fear that Yan Junze held had not been filled in.
Although the black color had begun to increase gradually, and the speed of its increase was accelerating, for Rock, this was nothing out of the ordinary.
As a veteran at controlling Tricky Silk to scare others, Rock once had the experience of collecting Fear Values the fastest, and even now, the speed at which he collected Fear Values from the ng Family was also very quick.
Looking at it now, even though Yan Junze’s collection speed had sped up, it had not reached a level that shocked him. At most, it was slightly surprising, given how slowly the black color representing fear had initially filled up in the Stone of Fear.
anwhile, at the Zeng Family, three people were shaking with fear.
Seeing that Yan Junze might pose a threat, Rock put down the clump of Tricky Silk threads he was holding, picked up the Stone of Fear that had always been by his side, and subrged his mind within it.
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Yannan District, Zhuhua City, ng Family.
After struggling through the night, ng Yongshou finally managed to send Old Master ng’s body back to the funeral parlor.
Soone helping out quietly reminded ng Yongshou that since the Old Master had exhibited strangeness, they could not delay any longer, nor could they put the corpse back into the ice coffin for another three days, or else sothing bigger might happen.
ng Yongshou had to accept this suggestion. To be honest, he was also afraid that last night’s scenario would repeat itself.
He contacted the funeral parlor in a hurry, got a slot early in the morning, and sent Old Master ng’s body to the cremation chamber, where it was turned into ashes and brought out in an urn.
Since the burial site was already selected and everything was arranged, they hired a Yin Yang Master for various rituals and to pave the way with Talismans. With a lot of knocking and ringing, they escorted the urn up the burial hill and into the grave site that had been reserved for Old Master ng.
The issue of Old Master ng’s resurrection had co to an end, but at the sa ti, ng Yongshou’s son ng Hang was displaying extrely odd behavior, scaring his sister ng Tingting quite a bit.
But with the commotion downstairs over Old Master ng’s resurrection taking center stage, ng Yongshou’s wife, Pan Ya, was too frightened by both her son’s and Old Master ng’s predicants to assert herself.
After learning that her son had also beco odd, she, led by a terrified ng Tingting, tiptoed to her son’s bedroom, where they found ng Hang lying on the floor unconscious, with a bloody mouth, and indeed, the computer desk was covered in keyboard plastic and fragnts of teeth.
Together, Pan Ya and her daughter managed to lift their son onto the bed and called for ng Yongshou.
While ng Yongshou was shocked, the matter with the Old Master downstairs was more pressing. After asking Pan Ya to contact the family’s private doctor, he rushed away to deal with the resurrection incident.
The private doctor arrived to find that ng Hang had rely chipped his mouth on sothing hard, causing it to bleed. His physical condition was stable, resembling soone in a deep sleep rather than showing signs of being unconscious.
After leaving so anti-inflammatory dicine and advice that the dental issue would require a visit to the hospital, the private doctor left.
Once ng Yongshou had the Old Master’s burial taken care of and returned ho, the family finally had ti to seriously analyze the situation.
By this ti, ng Hang had woken up, sitting groggily to one side, holding his mouth and remaining silent.
ng Yongshou looked at him and asked, “When did you go to sleep yesterday?”
“I don’t rember, I just felt very tired.” ng Hang answered.
Watching her son with a worried look, Pan Ya found last night’s events far too bizarre. To her, Old Master ng’s resurrection was a minor issue; she would have given up her own life if it ant her son could be safe and sound.
“I think…” ng Yongshou analyzed, “Xiaohang and dad both had incidents at the sa ti last night, it’s very possible that dad’s resurrection affected him, leading to the abnormalities.”
“You an… spirit possession?” Pan Ya exclaid in shock.
“No,” ng Yongshou shook his head, “it should just be an influence. Let’s keep observing for now. After all, the Old Master has been peacefully buried, and all strangeness has passed. I’ve spent a lot of money buying a villa, a supercar, servants for him, and this morning, I’ve already burned and sent them all to him. I hope he will not disturb the younger generation’s normal lives anymore.”
Pan Ya imdiately clasped her hands together, looked up at the ceiling, and quietly murmured sothing.
The family mbers had their own concerns and dispersed to rest.
Having not slept well the night before, ng Yongshou and Pan Ya hadn’t slept at all the previous night and were now exhausted.
Yawning, the couple returned to the master bedroom.
ng Tingting didn’t leave her brother’s bedroom imdiately. Looking at his half-missing front teeth, she teased, “Rest today; I’ll go with you to the hospital tomorrow.”
Standing up to leave, she glanced at the fish tank next to the computer desk and noticed that a goldfish had already turned belly up, floating motionless on the surface of the water.
The fish tank was plugged in, constantly supplied with oxygen, and even had soft blue lighting, but it seed that since ng Hang had the fish, he had never bothered to care for them.
He had no interest in maintaining such things; even if all the goldfish died, it wouldn’t matter to him.
“How long has it been since you fed them?” ng Tingting asked, frowning as she walked over.
“I don’t know, I wasn’t paying attention,” ng Hang replied as he lay back on the bed. His mouth still hurt despite the anti-inflammatory dication.
Overwheld by a lack of rest, he just wanted to sleep.
Lying on his side on the bed, he saw ng Tingting walk over to the fish tank, seemingly reaching to the side of the tank to grab a packet of fish food.
Since he was facing away, ng Hang couldn’t see ng Tingting’s movents, just her hands busily working.
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