Chapter 221： So naive

What about the thousand-year-old jade? What about being spiritual? If you provoke Rong Ye, no matter how expensive he is, he will still end up in pieces.

Although Wang Zhan felt it was a pity, he found an iron hammer and smashed the jade into a mess.

Afterwards, the pile of debris was sprinkled into a flowerbed in Mu's garden.

Thinking about the destruction of such a treasure in his own hands, Wang Zhan was still very emotional.

Someone behind him patted him on the shoulder and said, "Ancient jade casts out evil spirits. It is an offensive type. It neither seeks blessings nor attracts wealth. There is no benefit to staying around, unless it is a Taoist mage who is good at making ghosts. Sure."

The speaker was Du Hao.

Wang Zhan didn’t wait to see him, but these words sounded very useful to his ears. He turned around and sighed faintly, and said to Du Hao: “It’s not a way to keep going like this. What you taught you to recruit souls? Time to raise it?"

Du Hao replied: "The method uploaded by the ancestor can't be wrong. How long it takes no one to try it, maybe three years or five years, I don't know."

Ugh……

Gods and ghosts are really difficult to handle.

The most important thing is that Du Hao will come out to steal his limelight from time to time if this matter does not end in a day, Master Rong seeks Du Hao for everything, but his confidant has become a microphone.

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In the past few days when Mu Zi was sick, Mu Ling was also sick.

It's madness.

At first she locked herself in the house without eating or drinking. The maid thought she was having a temper and didn't care, but she gave a report after Mu Rongxuan came back.

Mu Rongxuan's anger hadn't subsided yet, and he snorted heavily after hearing that, "Let her go! Leave her hungry if you don't want to eat!"

As a result, Mu Ling really did not eat anymore. She cried, laughed, and screamed that there was a ghost in the room!

Only then did Mu Rongxuan realize that something was wrong, and people opened the door of the room. Mu Ling yelled in fright and shouted that there was a ghost. Everyone rushed to send Mu Ling to the hospital.

After all, she was her biological daughter, and she still felt distressed. In order to heal her daughter, Mu Rongxuan ran around for several days to inquire about the appropriate hospital.

Because of Mu Ling's sudden lunatic illness, Mu's family has a lot of discussions. The servants thought of having funerals at home one after another. Mu Zi almost drowned, and Mu Ling suddenly went crazy again. Under the panic, many servants volunteered to resign.

For this reason, Mu Rongxuan became anxious for several days.

However, Mu Zi, who was in the Xiaoyang Mansion, did not know these things.

She lay lazily in bed to recuperate. Not only did she not go to school, she did not even go out of the room.

Murong Cheng held a bowl of soup and slowly fed Mu Zi to drink.

"It's not that I don't have hands." Mu Zi complained. She knew Murong Cheng was kind, but she couldn't bear his greasy energy.

Mu Zi was very aware of his situation, his body was just a minor problem, mainly because his mental state was too bad, and he didn't need to be fed.

But Murong Cheng firmly fed her spoon by spoon, and enjoyed it.

However, he really couldn't do this kind of wait-and-see work. After feeding a few mouthfuls of soup, it was either leaked or spilled. Mu Zi's front was quickly wet with oil.

"It's dirty." Mu Zi pulled on his wet clothes, crying without tears, "This kind of thing is hard to clean!"

Murong Cheng couldn't see that she disliked herself, put down the bowl and spoon in her hand, took Mu Zi's face and kissed him, "If you can't wash it, buy a new one."

Mu Zi gave a few pushes weakly, panting, she is really delicate now... ah no, it's weak.

Murong Cheng stopped and looked at her slightly frowning eyebrows carefully. Although she was still bored, she seemed not as repulsive and disgusted as before.

He was relieved a lot.

Just about to feed the soup, there was a knock on the door downstairs.

Mu Zi immediately pushed him: "Go and open the door."

Murong Cheng did not move, and sat upright with the bowl, "Don't worry, no one will open the door and will naturally leave."

Mu Zi couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't make trouble, maybe mom forgot to bring the key!"

I can't help but slander, this person can be so naive sometimes.