Chapter 29: Chapter 29: The Ancestor Warns You
“Son of a bitch!” Boss Cao cursed loudly, “All of you, truly shameless. My leg has become , and you still try to scam me! It was clear that you owed money and didn’t pay it back. We agreed you’d mortgage the land to me, but you refuse to demolish it, and now I’ve lost a leg! I’m telling you, Xia Xin, if I don’t kill you, then my name isn’t Cao!”
Xia Xin panicked, not knowing what to do. Jiangli, who was next to her, suddenly took the phone and asked Xia Xin, “Just talking is okay, right? I remember you taught me this.”
Xia Xin nodded blankly, “Right…”
“You little wretch, it’s you again!” Boss Cao heard Jiangli’s voice on the other end, and his rage uncontrollably grew. He felt that his current state was surely caused by Jiangli.
In this day and age, there’s no such thing as supernatural curses—it’s all just sleight of hand!
It had to be Jiangli and Xia Xin who secretly did something!
The more his leg hurt, the more he hated Jiangli and Xia Xin.
“Boss Cao, you’d better not get angry now,” Jiangli heard the voice and wasn’t a bit upset, “Your current condition isn’t looking good. Your glabella is dark, indicating a bloody disaster; these are trivial matters. Most importantly, your face carries the aura of death, a sign of impending demise. You’d better watch your language now so that once you’re down below, you can accumulate some merit. Of course, if you want to seek help, you can come to Jiaoyang Temple. Eight hundred thousand for a case, thank you.”
With that, Jiangli hung up the phone.
She threw the phone back to Xia Xin.
Xia Xin hugged his phone, his eyes as wide as walnuts, “What, what eight hundred thousand? Ancestor, the eight hundred thousand you just mentioned, did I hear it wrong… ”
“You heard it right, it’s eight hundred thousand.” Jiangli finished speaking and walked straight ahead, “Hurry and take me to eat, I’m starving.”
Xia Xin frantically followed with the garment bag, asking in disbelief, “Ancestor, what you mentioned about the omen of death, what does all this mean?”
“Can you take me to eat first?” Jiangli rolled her eyes; she was really famished.
Xia Xin made a few sounds of agreement and quickly took Jiangli to the restaurant downstairs, finding a decent Chinese restaurant for them.
He was worried Jiangli wouldn’t be used to other flavors.
After sitting down, Xia Xin cautiously asked what Jiangli liked to eat.
Jiangli was very pragmatic: “As long as I can be full.”
He really didn’t know Jiangli’s preferences, staring at the menu hesitantly for a long time before asking, “Ancestor, do you eat spicy food?”
When the Ancestor was in seclusion, chili peppers hadn’t been introduced yet?
Xia Xin fell silent for a moment and tried to describe the flavor of chili peppers to Jiangli.
On hearing this, Jiangli said vaguely, “So there’s such delicious food, then order some for me, I’ll give it a try!”
Xia Xin breathed a sigh of relief, but knowing Jiangli probably hadn’t eaten much spicy food before and hearing that the spiciness of olden days came from ginger, which might not be considered spicy.
Xia Xin ordered a few Sichuan dishes but instructed them to be made mildly spicy.
The restaurant agreed readily and quickly got to work.
Xia Xin and Jiangli waited at their table.
Seeing the waiter walk away, Xia Xin couldn’t help asking, “Ancestor, why did you say that to Boss Cao just now? Is it true that he’s going to die soon?”
Jiangli nodded, “What I say is naturally true.”
“How is that possible?” Xia Xin murmured. “Boss Cao seemed to be in good spirits, and his body seemed quite healthy…”
Jiangli said, “It’s not about dying a natural death, but a violent one. He has an injury on his nose bridge, and the fact that it is horizontally broken indicates that he will die a violent death, and it probably won’t be pretty.”
Xia Xin’s eyes widened in shock, “That, that’s terrible?”