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The expert team failed to resuscitate Lin Zheng; his heart had stopped.
“You killed my son!” Lin Anbang roared in anger.
If it weren’t for her ill fate, how could his son have died?
“Move aside!” Yu Ning pushed Lin Anbang away. “Everyone else, leave!”
Yu Ning drove the expert team out, then took a talisman from her suitcase and selected a long iron-handled spoon from among her magical instruments.
“What are you doing?” Lin Anbang demanded.
“Food is the primary necessity of the people. Cooking utensils can ward off evil and also summon spirits.”
Yu Ning reattached the talisman to the headboard, held the long spoon, and rhythmically tapped on the headboard while chanting:
“Come back, Lin Zheng, come home!”
“Grandma, isn’t this nonsense?!” Lin Anbang felt his intelligence was being greatly insulted.
He glanced at the heart monitor by the bed. The line had already turned flat.
Lin Anbang wept bitterly.
Although he didn’t like his eldest son, who always overshadowed him, he was still very sad that his son had died.
On the day of the funeral, what should he wear? The custom-made suit Ruan Ruan had made for him would be nice, but his son was dead. Shouldn’t he wear something new to the board meeting as well…
It only took Lin Anbang a few seconds to reminisce about his son. The rest of the time, he seriously thought about what to wear and also pondered sending this female charlatan to the police.
“He’s back.” Granny Lin’s excited voice pulled Lin Anbang from his thoughts.
He looked at the heart monitor in disbelief. Just a moment ago, it had been a flat line, but now there was movement.
Lin Zheng, lying in bed, coughed forcefully, and his once still chest began to rise and fall again.
That girl…did she really bring him back with a spoon? Lin Anbang was dumbfounded. It must be a coincidence, right?
“Girl, did you succeed?” Granny Lin wiped her excited tears and approached Yu Ning.
Yu Ning nodded and then shook her head.
“I only brought back part of him; the rest can’t be retrieved.”
Earlier, when Lin Anbang and his wife had barged in, they interrupted her, causing the spirit that had entered to carry away the remnants of Lin Zheng’s soul.
That’s why his heart and breathing had stopped.
Fortunately, she acted in time and pulled back the fleeing part of his soul, but she could only recover so much.
“That was all thanks to the doctors’ resuscitation efforts; it had nothing to do with you!” Lin Anbang, seeing his son revived, immediately went back on his word.
He denied the bet he made with Yu Ning.
Yu Ning took out her phone and pressed play.
“If you go back on your word, you’ll have to bark like a dog around Sanqing Mountain for a day.”
“Okay.”
The clear conversation played from the phone.
Lin Anbang’s face turned livid. This despicable girl had recorded their conversation!
“Bark like a dog, or leave?” Yu Ning asked calmly.
“Grandma, look at this girl. Is she being polite?” Lin Anbang, unable to face the sharp choice, turned to Granny Lin for help.
“Oh, then let me politely ask you: will you bark like a dog, or leave with your wife?”
“…”
Half an hour later, Lin Anbang left the mansion with his still-unconscious wife. Granny Lin also left with them.
The polite Yu Ning personally saw them off at the door, ignoring Lin Anbang’s ugly expression.
“You country bumpkin, you do have some skills, driving my mother away as soon as you got here.”
Jia Qingqing sneered, standing beside Yu Ning.
She had underestimated this bumpkin. But if this bumpkin thought driving away her mother meant she could live as the eldest young mistress, she was too naive.
Jia Qingqing was still here!
As long as she was around, she would never let this bumpkin have an easy time!
“You—” Yu Ning turned to look at Jia Qingqing.
“Scared? Now kneel and call me eldest miss, and maybe I’ll spare your life.”
“I just wanted to tell you, you have chives stuck in your teeth.”
Jia Qingqing quickly licked her teeth, realizing after two licks that she’d been tricked, and became furious.
“You bumpkin!” She raised her hand to slap Yu Ning.
Now that the elders were gone, she didn’t have to pretend to be weak.
“Ah!”
Jia Qingqing screamed in pain.
Her wrist was gripped by Yu Ning. With a slight force, Jia Qingqing knelt on the ground in pain.
“Let me politely remind you, my name is not bumpkin.”
Jia Qingqing looked at Yu Ning in horror.
This bumpkin was so strong! Was this even human strength?
She even suspected her wrist might be broken.
“Since I arrived, you’ve called me a bumpkin three times, so…”
“What do you want?”
“If I were you, I wouldn’t provoke someone in mourning, with a bad mood, and unstable in spirit. After all, the virtue of easily forgiving others is something I haven’t cultivated yet…and might never have.”
The elders had left, so she could do as she pleased, Jia Qingqing thought.
Coincidentally, so did Yu Ning.
Jia Qingqing had first insulted her, then tried to smash her master’s ashes.
If she didn’t teach her a lesson, her spirit would remain unsettled.
“Judging by your face, the trouble you’ve caused is related to your studies—you caused someone’s death because of your education, right?”
“Who told you that!” Jia Qingqing turned pale with fright. Only she and her mother knew about it; how did this bumpkin know?
“Someone with a case pending in the afterlife has a very heavy aura. The classmate you caused to die is waiting for you to come down and face her. Maybe that’s why you’re staying here.”
A Taoist holy site had a deterrent effect on evil spirits, making it safe for Jia Qingqing here.
Someone must have advised her that as long as she hid on the mountain for a few years until the vengeful spirit reincarnated, she could escape this disaster.
“That poor girl couldn’t handle it and jumped into the river. What does that have to do with me!”
Jia Qingqing’s grades weren’t good enough for college, so she paid for the academic record of a top student and took her place at university.
The displaced girl couldn’t handle it and jumped into the river.
“You got into trouble with the underworld, paid a fortune for advice from an expert, and plan to lie low for a few years until the spirit reincarnates…No wonder everyone loves money. It’s good to have money.” Yu Ning sneered.
“Just because that unlucky girl couldn’t handle it, I had to take two years off from school. Do you think I wanted to stay on this mountain? She committed suicide! Go to the police if you dare, see if they care!”
“Yes, she ‘just’ lost her life, but you lost two years of schooling. You’re really ‘suffering’.”
“Exactly!”
“…” With her intelligence, she couldn’t understand sarcasm.
Yu Ning decided to be blunt.
“I’m giving you a week. If you’re wise, you’ll leave here and go to the deceased’s grave to repent. Maybe she’ll forgive you. If you stubbornly stay and provoke me, an unstable person, a week from now, that girl will come for you. By then, even begging me won’t help.”
“I don’t believe your ghost stories!” Jia Qingqing got goosebumps and felt a chill. She didn’t dare stay and quickly left.
“A kind word is wasted on the doomed,” Yu Ning shook her head and turned to enter the villa.
“Meow.”
Meow, hmm? Yu Ning stopped and looked in the direction of the faint sound.
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