"Speak, what happened!"
Nangong Mo had never seen the death soldiers he trained be this pathetic.
The four of them just looked bewildered, unable to utter a word for quite a while.
"You don’t remember?"
Only then did the four of them make an effort to nod.
"Then why did you injure her?"
After thinking for a moment, the four replied, "Miss Meng instructed us personally."
Nangong Meng was on the verge of tears, "I clearly told you to go chop off Zuzi Xi’s hand, and you ended up chopping mine. Are you insane?"
Nangong Mo chewed over these three words, feeling an indescribable flavor.
It was as if this name held an irresistible allure begging to be explored.
"Is she the female classmate who bullied you?"
"Yes, Fourth Uncle, it’s her! Fourth Uncle, you have to make it right this time, my hand is ruined, how can I score full marks in the college entrance exam?"
"Your hand wasn’t ruined by her. Are you suggesting that because of your own foolish command, I should punish my own hidden guards?"
"Fourth Uncle... I didn’t mean that, I... I don’t dare..."
Nangong Meng knew her uncle was unpredictable and capricious.
He didn’t particularly shield the Nangong Family, and sometimes it was impossible to guess what he was thinking.
Gritting her teeth, she tentatively made a suggestion, "Fourth Uncle, do you think it might be that the hidden guards were possessed by something? Otherwise, the people you trained would never lose control . How about inviting Master Wu Ming to take a look?"
She decided to flatter Fourth Uncle first, then carefully make her request. Surely it would work this time?
Nangong Mo pondered for a moment, "Wu Ming is handling something for me. Let’s wait until he returns."
Nangong Meng let out a wail, "Wahh... Every day Zuzi Xi lives makes me miserable!"
Nangong Mo gave her a cool glance, "If you don’t get your severed hand attended to, your entire arm will go rotten, and you’ll die of sepsis."
Nangong Meng shuddered in fear and without further ado, howled for her bodyguard to carry her to the hospital.
Revenge is important.
So is life, wah wah wah.
Anyway, she was convinced that this had something to do with Zuzi Xi. How could it be such a coincidence? She ordered them to strike someone, and it ended up with her own hand being struck. It must be that Zuzi Xi hired some rogue from the underworld to cast a curse that set up a deadly trap to harm her.
Deep in Qingcheng Mountain.
Bai Fei was bored to death by the grave pit, brewing medicine, preparing medicine, missing Zuzi Xi, brewing medicine, preparing medicine, missing Zuzi Xi...
Bao Gucheng wouldn’t let him leave there, and he was so bored he was about to grow mold.
"Yesterday I sent off a pen to the little fairy by express. I wonder if she received it and liked it. What should I send today? A big snack package? Lollipops? Aaaah, when will you guys finish filling in this grave pit so we can hurry back to the city?"
Bai Fei was desperate to return to Zuzi Xi’s side in an instant.
He really wanted to ask her what that giant bird she was riding on that day was.
As he was muttering to himself, he saw a soldier escorting someone over. The person was clad in an unassuming gray robe, pointing around the grave pit.
He casually asked, "Who’s that? Didn’t Mr. Bo say not to let a single outsider within ten miles?"
"Oh, Mr. Bai, you’re referring to that person? He’s no ordinary guy; he’s Master Wu Ming, famous in the capital, specializing in feng shui, divining houses for the living and dead. This grave pit is somewhat eerie, especially with an empty coffin in the middle, so we thought to calculate a good date for completion to avoid further disasters like lightning strikes. Don’t worry, they have strong professional ethics and won’t leak secrets or the future."
He was just about to continue brewing, preparing, and missing Zuzi Xi when suddenly, a light bulb went on.
"Hey, wait, let me have him read my fortune!"
Let’s see what the future holds for me and the little fairy, hehehe.