Fang Yumei had been fawning over Nangong Meng recently, and it was not easy for her to get a chance to appear in front of Nangong Mo. How could she bear to give up?
She said sweetly, "I’m Miss Meng’s English teacher. Ever since she transferred from the capital to Qingcheng, I’ve been taking care of her like my own daughter..."
Nangong Mo cast her a cold glance.
Fang Yumei realized she had misspoken. How could she compare herself to Miss Meng’s mother?
"No, no, I’ve always served her as if she was the daughter of my master..."
Only then did Nangong Mo flick the ash into her hand again, "Since you’re good at serving, there’s a shortage of servants in the hospital for her now."
Fang Yumei wished she could bite off her tongue and swallow it back.
She mentioned Nangong Meng to get closer, to gain favor in front of the Fourth Young Master. She didn’t want to be sent to be Nangong Meng’s servant!
What’s more, she had seen the post about Nangong Meng jumping off a building, which was tragic. Sending her to tend to a half-dead person in the hospital... Wasn’t serving Xi Yuanshan, that sickly ghost, enough for her before?
But no one dared to defy the Fourth Young Master Nangong’s orders.
Fang Yumei agreed while holding back tears, "Yes! Thank you for trusting me, Fourth Young Master, I’ll go serve Miss Meng right away!"
She even had to pretend to shed tears of excitement and gratitude!
Nangong Mo was noncommittal and casually tossed her a piece of yellowed paper, as if tossing a piece of bone to a dog.
Fang Yumei took it in bewilderment, not sure what use this tattered piece of paper had.
A lazy voice swept past overhead, exploding in her eardrums —
"This is a Confirm Pass Exam Talisman that Zhang Shen has offered. Nangong Meng doesn’t need it anymore. You’re a senior high school teacher? Use it for your students."
A gleam flashed in Fang Yumei’s eyes.
She had vaguely heard some old teachers say that powerful, unorthodox masters could make talismans for students to ensure they passed the admission line for their desired university. But such masters weren’t easy to come by.
This thing must be worth a fortune, right?
Nanshan Class has no shortage of rich kids. Selling it could earn her a considerable sum, and the Fourth Young Master has opened a financial path for her.
This whole night of drinking was so worth it.
Profuse thanks, Fang Yumei, with her hands blistered from cigarette ash, held the Confirm Pass Exam Talisman happily and rushed to Qingcheng Hospital to serve.
Before leaving, she didn’t forget to coo at Nangong Mo, "Fourth Young Master, my name is Cao Yumei, with the ’cao’ like in exercise, I’m at your service whenever you need..."
Nangong Mo was looking at a portrait, undisturbed.
Xi Rubao lay in bed, eyes tightly closed, sleeping restlessly.
In her dreams, it seemed as if she was repeatedly reliving the terrifying scene where Xi Ruzhu personally scattered the talisman paper ashes, forcing her to jump.
Her forehead was covered in layers of sweat, "Sister Zuzi, save me, sob, save me, I promise to be good from now on..."
Xi Zuzi glanced at the blue-blood Belhara on her wrist.
Zhang Shensuan didn’t show up.
"Hehe, Xiao Zhang, since you don’t need the opportunity given by the ancestor, the ancestor won’t be polite... Let the ancestor think, which of your souls would be most beneficial to take?"
Xi Zuzi muttered with a grin, raised her delicate hand, and formed an Eight Diagrams Seal in the air.
A faint golden light flashed and disappeared, heading towards the northwest of the city.
"Ice Point" bar in the west of the city.
Zhang Shensuan was outside the bar "picking up corpses" — late at night, intoxicated girls staggered out of the bar, and he would stick a talisman paper on them, making them follow him like zombies, unable to resist whatever he did.
He gleefully picked up three beautiful "corpses," booked a room in the hotel across the street, laid them out in a row on the bed, and rubbed his hands with a lascivious grin, "Let this master see which one of you should be enlightened first, for harmony..."