768 Master Mu and His Person

ical story about immortals been passed downBesides the venerated deities, who else could create and mold beingsI whispered, "So, two babies, whose three souls and seven essences do you need to make th..."Head drooping What kind of action is that" I frowned slightly.

Children, especially young girls, are small in stature and have weak yang energy. If there is something evil in the house, most of the time, young girls will be affected first.

The widow made a gesture, pressing her chin forcefully against her chest, her entire neck resembling that of a chicken that had been beheaded.

But the chicken is cut from behind, she is cut from the front.

“About… that’s it. I saw it at night, but it wasn't the time when the evil spirits were strongest. So I felt that the evil spirit in my house was very fierce and would come out to wreak havoc before nightfall. I was worried that my child was too young and couldn't withstand this ghostly energy, so I immediately found an excuse to move out.”

She sighed, "But in this line of work, one must believe that every wrong has a right. Since this object ended up in my hands, if I simply discard it or destroy it, there might be dire consequences... That's why I thought of finding the head of the Mu family to resolve this. I hear that among the underworld businesses, you handle these kinds of objects very safely!"

"This is what you brought upon yourself. We can handle ghosts, but we can't deal with your karma." I said bluntly.

I'm not the kind of person who gets sentimental easily, but now that I have a little one at home and my princess is on the way, these shoes arriving out of the blue could cause problems.

My dad elbowed me and whispered, "How do you talk to a 'client'!"

" ...Client, you're kidding me, are you going to take on this deal" I rolled my eyes at him.

The old man put on a show, lighting up a cigarette and addressing the widow: "We can handle this for you, seeing as you're a woman with children, it's not easy. I don't want to overcharge you, but you're in the business too, you know that these things come in pairs, dealing with just one is useless, we still have to put in the effort to deal with the other one, so about the price... It's Women's Day, let's give you a discount, that's the final number."

He extended two fingers, flicked his wrist seven times, and then clenched his fist.

That woman's eyebrows jumped, and the corner of her mouth twitched, she probably felt pain in her wallet.

"Seven points mean seven digits. Two fingers spread out look like pointing at the mountains and rivers, and finally bring your hands together into a fist. This means that this deal will be resolved for two million yuan, but you need to pay half the deposit before I start working."

But that woman wasn't hesitant either. Money can be earned, but life can't be bought. She immediately took out her phone and said, "I don't have that much right now, so let me pay a million as a deposit first. You guys handle it thoroughly, once and for all. In our line of work, we can't bring bad karma down with us!"

"Alright, just give the money directly to my son. I don't have mobile banking." The old man looked at me smugly.

Look, doing business is about taking advantage of opportunities, making money easily. You have the nerve to call me a salted fish

Yes, yes, yes. Age brings spice, just like ginger.

"You keep the money. Consider it a red envelope for my soon-to-be-born child," the old man said in a low voice.

"Then I'll thank grandpa on behalf of my little princess." This red envelope, well, I had to work hard to earn it.

“.....Little princess How did you know it was a daughter”

"That's a fine hope for a man," I said, taking a drag from my cigarette and preparing to go out into the garden to examine things more closely.

"You can't be so biased! If I had been this biased back then, when I gave birth to you, I would have thrown you away."

“Get away, get away.”

This old man's attitude has done a complete 180. Before, when we went out to collect goods or handle shady business, I always followed him and helped him out.

Now he's incredibly lazy. He only gets going if something reminds me of a problem, otherwise, it's just pointless rambling and troublemaking!

There was some dust in the courtyard, probably because no one had lived there recently and neglected to sweep it. When I walked in, I could feel a layer of grime under my feet.

"Can the stone slab be lifted" I looked at the covered, dry well.

The widow was a little nervous. "What do you want to open it for" she asked, "That well has been filled for many years and has never been opened. There might be rats' nests or something in there..."

"Hmph... Not even ghosts scare you, but a rat's nest What kind of things are living in your house Rats dare to nest and have pups in your home If you have any taboos, don't bother us anymore. Find someone else."

She frowned and rubbed her hands, nodding. "Alright, you can look around."

Just looking around casually, thinking I can't open that stone slab, huh

What tools were missing from my car I immediately pulled two entrenching shovels out of the trunk, my dad and I each taking one. We found a direction and pried open the slab covering the well opening.

The stone slab hit the ground at an angle, and a musty smell rose from beneath it.

This strange smell, mingled with a stench, made me glance sideways at the widow. She wrinkled her nose too, but her eyebrows twitched involuntarily.

"Older sister, what are you afraid of People like you, who dig up graves, should be the least afraid of opening things that have been sealed for a long time, right Or do you know what's underneath"

She wore a dark expression, devoid of her previous flirtatiousness. She spoke to me in a low voice, laced with a warning: "…Master Mu, it's best you stay out of other people's business."

"Hm... since you've come to the Mu family, you should know their reputation. The smell you bring with you... I fear there's something rotten within. You certainly have guts, burying bones in your own well"

“What are you talking about, corpses Don't talk nonsense!” She glared at me fiercely, on the verge of exploding: “This was a subordinate who broke the rules before. He chopped off his own hand and I was worried that throwing it around would cause panic and might even attract the police, so I threw it into a dry well and covered it up. There's no such thing as corpses!”

Damn, this woman is a real tough cookie. She's probably even more ruthless than her husband.

It's said that women are either gentle and virtuous or fierce and ruthless. This widow is the latter.

"Let me ask one more thing. Have you been hiding all the stuff you scavenged in this dry well Did one of your men come to steal something and get his hand chopped off He was left here, and the blood from the living man stained those shoes. That's when things really 'exploded', right"

She nodded. "It's possible, your guess is basically correct, but it wasn't me who chopped off his hand, he touched something and scared himself into moving his hand. It was really troublesome, he later died outside!"

Huh Dead

"This armless man, could he be the one who went to Hong Kong with a shoe" I asked in surprise.

The widow nodded gloomily, her face full of worry: "Yes, it's him. That's why I didn't dare to deal with the shoe casually. I could only keep it in the hall...And I suspect it was the 'owner' of the shoe who stole it..."d, leaving me defeated.In this matter, he was always the one who held life and death in his hands. Whether I was dazed or adrift depended entirely on his mood.The bed sheets have completely fallen and...