Shocked! The Young Master's Petite Darling Is a Master of Mysteries Chapter 157: For What Purpose?

The stench hit her face, and Xia Mian took two steps back in disgust. Xia Yun was scared silly by her own mother, standing in place, not daring to move. It was Jiang Wen who pulled Xia Yun behind her, staring with a pale face at her blood-covered grandmother.

Yu Hongi didn’t even open her eyes, her body joints already stiff, walking towards Xia Yun and the others like a puppet being controlled by soone.

The scene was too bizarre, Jiang Wen was trembling with fear.

Her legs were shaking uncontrollably, "Mom, did Grandma co back to life?"

Xia Yun’s legs trembled uncontrollably, cursing with quivering lips, "Ca back my ass, re-re-resurrection!"

Xia Yun’s legs were weak, and Yu Hongliang was not in a better condition.

The two of them knew quite well that Yu Hongi was already dead!

"Sis! We know you died unjustly, but go find those who killed you, don’t scare your own family, okay?" Yu Hongliang gathered his courage, bowing repeatedly toward Yu Hongi.

Yu Hongi continued to chanically move toward Xia Yun and the others, her hands extended like dry old trees, seemingly intended to claim lives.

"Mom! Don’t scare us!" Xia Yun shouted in a trembling voice, unable to hide the fear in her eyes.

"It’s your doing!" Jiang Wen turned angrily to Xia Mian, "Grandma is already dead, and you are still tornting her. Are you even human?!"

Xia Mian chuckled lightly, "It’s you who are tornting her, isn’t it? She’s dead, and instead of arranging her funeral, you’re making a ss here, leaving her restless even in death!"

Xia Mian spoke casually, but Jiang Wen and the others clearly did not agree.

"You’ll face karma, Xia Mian!" Jiang Wen glared venomously at Xia Mian, then supported Xia Yun as they retreated.

anwhile, Yu Hongi kept advancing.

Just as the situation reached a stalemate, a slender figure erged from the neighboring comrcial building beside the Song Group’s headquarters.

She walked slowly to Xia Yun and the others, shielding them behind her, her gaze carrying a trace of compassion as it fell on Yu Hongi, her crimson lips slightly moved, "Return to your soul, rest in peace!"

Following her words, Yu Hongi did not obediently lie down as she intended, but instead beca even more grueso!

The woman’s expression changed instantly, turning back in surprise to look at Xia Mian, "What did you do to her?!"

Xia Mian squinted slightly, her eyes chillingly cold as she stared at the woman, her thin lips lightly curled, "What did I do to her? Hah, isn’t this sothing I should ask you?"

This woman, Xia Mian was no stranger to; she was Gu Zhi’s mother, who had appeared before her more than once.

Others might forget this woman’s appearance, but Xia Mian wouldn’t.

"You really have a cold heart!" The corners of the woman’s mouth lightly curled in a slow tone.

Xia Mian laughed mockingly, "To one who is cold-hearted, naturally, I am cold-hearted."

The woman’s eyes narrowed tightly, staring at Xia Mian relentlessly. In front of her, Yu Hongi opened her hands, her withered palms bearing ten sharp black nails.

"Get back!" The woman’s expression turned cold, her voice sternly commanding.

As her command fell, Yu Hongi instantly collapsed like a pile of mud, losing all support and slumping to the ground.

Xia Mian raised an eyebrow, her gaze carrying a hint of curiosity as it landed on the woman, "Tell , what is it you want?"

The woman glanced at Xia Yun and the others, "Take your mother back and give her a proper burial!"

Having just witnessed Yu Hongi’s resurrection, Xia Yun and the others dared not approach her again.

Shivering, they shrank behind the woman, not daring to step forward.

"Go! Even if she’s dead, she’s your biological mother, she can’t harm you!" The woman shouted in a deep voice.

Being yelled at like this by the woman, Xia Yun dared not hesitate any longer, moving forward with Yu Hongliang and Jiang Wen, trembling, they called the funeral ho, summoning a vehicle to take Yu Hongi away imdiately.

That scene was really frightening, they had to quickly cremate Yu Hongi to prevent her from resurrecting again.

Xia Yun and the others left in a miserable state.

The woman then turned her face to Xia Mian again, "Care to talk?"

Xia Mian’s gaze narrowed slightly, her smile faintly looking at the woman, "Do you think, after pulling such a stunt, there’s still a chance for us to talk?"

The woman gently smiled, "This old lady wronged you, isn’t it just right now that she helped you remove a major concern?"

Xia Mian’s eyes turned cold, "Don’t flatter yourself! Failed to harm my Song Group, and now you want to talk to ? Ha, do you think others are fools?"

The woman wasn’t angered at all, still smiling softly, "Miss Xia, don’t be so agitated."

The woman stepped forward, "I just need a small favor from you, and once it’s done, I promise, I’ll be gone far away."

Xia Mian didn’t spare her a glance, "Help you? Why should I help you?"

Knowing her identity at Shu Dao Mountain, she belonged to the Heavenly Maiden Clan, their abilities were remarkably powerful, what could she possibly need help with?

The woman smiled softly, "I once got fooled by Gu Heng, a man with a love-struck brain, left sothing very important at the Gu Family..."

"That’s your problem, doesn’t concern !" Xia Mian interrupted the woman before she could finish speaking, "Whether you want to retrieve it or destroy the Gu Family, it’s your own affair."

Leaving these words behind, Xia Mian turned and returned to the Song Group’s building.

This woman was not simple, Xia Mian did not want to provoke her.

Watching Xia Mian’s decisively departing back, the woman’s eyes narrowed deeply, a hint of sinister craftiness appeared in her eyes, "If it weren’t for the trace of Divine Clan blood in you, I wouldn’t be here begging you!"

The woman muttered, still not daring to confront Xia Mian head-on.

The Divine Clan was fundantally different from all other races; once their bloodline awoke, they were nearly invincible.

Going head-to-head with soone from the Divine Clan generally didn’t end well.

Upon returning to the office, Song Juan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching downstairs.

She had seen everything that happened earlier, clearly.

Seeing Xia Mian enter, Song Juan turned to Xia Mian, "Mianmian, just now, that woman, I seem to have seen her sowhere before."

Song Juan put down the binoculars in her hand, her expression showing sothing Xia Mian couldn’t decipher.

Xia Mian furrowed her brows slightly in confusion, whispering, "Seen?"

Song Juan rubbed her forehead, "Intuitively seen, but where I saw her, I don’t rember."

Xia Mian pursed her lips, realizing that the mory Song Juan referred to was likely connected to her biological father, thus it was sealed.

Xia Mian smiled, "Don’t try to rember if you can’t. Just a strange woman, no need to waste your thoughts on her."

Song Juan tried to smile, but her smile was sowhat strained.

"Mom, today, I’ll handle all company affairs. You rest well; I’ll give you the day off!" Xia Mian smiled, pressing Song Juan onto the boss’s chair.