[Do you want him dead?]
Suddenly, a voice drifted through the air.
[Do you really want him dead?]
"I do!" Zhan Jingmo replied without hesitation, "How could I not want him dead? Only when he is dead will they see my existence..."
[Then let help you, how about it?]
"Help ? How will you help ?"
[Of course, by helping you kill him... How about it, I’ll help you kill him without anyone knowing!]
What?!
Really going to kill Zhan Jingshu?!
Zhan Jingmo broke out in a cold sweat: "Who, who is talking to ?"
He was just venting, not intending to really kill. Who was talking to him just now? Could it be soone sent by his elder brother to find him?
Trouble!
Elder brother will definitely kill him!
He had sobered up a bit after vomiting, and now thinking about his pitiful situation, he sobered up even more.
Zhan Jingmo, terrified, looked around quickly, "Co out, co out to . I’ll tell you, if you dare tell my elder brother what I just said, I won’t let you have a good ti!"
[No, I won’t tell your elder brother, I’ll just help you kill Zhan Jingshu.]
The voice seed to be coming from the front?
Zhan Jingmo, who had turned his head to look behind him, quickly turned his head to the front. At that glance, the other half of his intoxication was scared away.
Oh my god, this is a twenty-sothing story building, what is that red figure floating mid-air?!
Among the myriad lights, a woman in a floating red dress was hovering less than ten ters in front of him. Her face was pale, with eyes that were black holes without any whites, like the black holes of the universe, eerily staring at you, as if she were eyeing a delicious prey.
Zhan Jingmo’s body turned cold: "What, what are you?!"
[What am I? I’m what you summoned...] The ghost in mid-air curled her evil lips and smiled, [Aren’t you the one who wanted to kill your Zhan Jingshu? I can help you kill him. But, there will be a certain price to pay~]
"No! Who wants to kill Zhan Jingshu? He’s my brother, my biological brother, I didn’t an to kill him..."
[You clearly said it just now.] The ghost was unhappy, her face changed instantly, glaring at him fiercely, [I don’t care if Zhan Jingshu is your brother, you just said you wanted to kill him, I’ll help you kill him and you’ll surrender your soul.]
Soul? Isn’t that asking for his life? Zhan Jingmo shook his head vigorously: "No, you heard wrong, I didn’t an to kill my brother. I was just talking nonsense, I won’t kill my brother, I’m not crazy!"
Ugh... he really was just talking nonsense, so, ghost lady, please just go away.
No need to kindly help him.
Too scary!
The ghost was very angry, and the consequences were severe: [Since you’re unwilling to kill him, then I’ll use you as a substitute!]
With that, she rushed towards Zhan Jingmo.
"Ah..." Zhan Jingmo scread.
He intended to commit suicide, but not to die like this.
Also, isn’t this wrong? Killing his brother ans he dies as the price; not killing his brother, he dies in his place, isn’t it the sa result?
Zhan Jingmo’s foot slipped, he lost his balance, and fell from the railing. Luckily, he didn’t fall outside the railing down twenty-sothing floors; instead, he fell onto the roof of the twenty-sothing building.
"Bang—"
His butt hurt so much!
"I didn’t an to kill my brother, I really didn’t..."
Zhan Jingmo was grasped by the ghost around his neck and lifted off the ground.
At his height of 1.8 ters, he was lifted off the ground by this ghost who was only about 1.6 ters tall, just like hanging, making his neck feel particularly uncomfortable.
He grabbed at the ghost’s hand, trying to make her let go: "Let go of ..."
[Do you know? I hate being deceived the most. You clearly said you wanted to kill your Zhan Jingshu—] The ghost’s face was full of maliciousness.
"No... I didn’t, cough, cough... I was just talking nonsense, he’s my own brother, can’t kill..."
[If you can’t kill, then you’ll be the substitute. Aren’t you afraid of death?]
"Afraid... No, not afraid..." Zhan Jingmo couldn’t say clearly whether he was afraid or not, but he really didn’t want to die in such an embarrassing and painful way.
Ugh... it’s all because of being drunk, he was just drunkenly talking nonsense.
Could you ghost sohow not take it seriously?
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When the eldest young master of the Zhan Family, Zhan Jingwen, personally ca to visit her, Mu Qiuniang was not surprised at all. After all, Zhan Jingshu’s health had clearly improved, and with just a little visit to a doctor, it could be confird.
"Lady Jiang, this is a little token of our appreciation," Zhan Jingwen handed a beautifully packaged gift box to Mu Qiuniang, topped with a check with no amount but a signature, "I hope you will accept it."
With a ntal sweep, Mu Qiuniang already knew what was inside the gift box, a rather expensive jade ruyi.
Is this to be added to her collection?
But unfortunately, this jade ruyi is of modern age, lacking any spiritual energy, in her eyes, it’s not even worth as much as a stone.
Mu Qiuniang didn’t even move an eyelid, directly handing the item to Jiang Nuo: "You handle it."
"For ? Honey, they’re requesting you, gifting to you, you should keep it for pocket money." A certain soone who never lacked money had no intention of accepting it.
Zhan Jingwen didn’t interrupt how to handle the "gift", he rely sincerely apologized once again for their last "rude" visit, hoping that Jiang Nuo and his wife could forgive him and also hoped Sister-in-law Jiang could continue to help with Zhan Jingshu’s treatnt without holding any grudges.
"If you have any demands, just ask. As long as we can cure my brother’s illness, our Zhan Family will absolutely not hesitate." Zhan Jingwen looked solemn.
Since Mu Qiuniang had planned to do it, she saw no reason to refuse, so she agreed to the matter but put forth a condition: "Treating him is no problem, but after he’s cured, Zhan Jingshu must take as his Master."
"Take you as his Master?!" Zhan Jingwen was very surprised, "Does my brother have a gift for dical skills?"
Apologies, in his view, Mu Qiuniang was good for her cooking skills and dical skills. His brother had no interest in the forr, and as for the latter, he really hadn’t seen any talent in his little brother.
"Not to learn dicine."
"Then learn what? You’re not going to teach him cooking skills, are you?" A young master of the Zhan Family learning to beco a cook, doesn’t seem quite right, does it?
Zhan Jingwen hesitated a little.
Mu Qiuniang shook her head: "No."
"Then what to learn?" Other than these two, what else could she teach his brother?
"Sorry, regarding the Master, it’s not convenient to disclose. But rest assured, if he’s unwilling, I won’t force him." After all, Cultivation hinges on fate.
Originally, she hadn’t thought of taking on a disciple, but to truly solve what affects Zhan Jingshu’s body, only the path of Cultivation could achieve that.
Yes, that’s right, the very thing that brought Zhan Jingshu fortune, and also brought a calamity into his life, is none other than "Innate Spiritual Energy".
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