The 25th Ghostly Daughter of a Wealthy Family (2)

If I had been this biased back then, when I gave birth to you, I would have thrown you away."“Get away, get away.”This old man's attitude has done a complete 180. Before, when we went out to collect...Hou Zhiyu's face turned pale. She took two deep breaths and continued, "Last night, I made soup to nourish my father. As I walked to his study door, I heard him talking to a woman—"

A woman What's so strange about that

My brother also laughed: "Miss Hou, you wealthy people, who isn't entangled in a mess of relationships It wouldn't be strange if your father had several mistresses, right Besides, it's not that unusual."

"If it were an ordinary woman, I would be afraid" Hou Zhiyu glared at her brother.

"What's that" I couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, feeling that things weren't as simple as they seemed.

"I...I heard my dad call that woman 'Mom'! But my grandma passed away last year!" Hou Zhiyu's face turned pale.

"Not only that, but I also heard my dad keep saying to her, 'Mom, you need to open up... Mom, don't do this. It hurts me... Mom, please forgive me...' "

As she spoke, Hou Zhiyu couldn't help but clench her fists.

I exchanged glances with my brother. Was there some family feud going on

"Miss Hou, in this situation, haven't you asked a master to take a look"

Hou Zhiyu rubbed her cheeks and said, "I found them! The reason I invited you today is to have you go with me. After all, I don't understand what the masters are saying. I need to know what kind of items for warding off evil spirits are needed. It would be best if the masters could tell you directly."

My brother is a half-baked, and I'm a total newbie who can't even cast the Ghostly Killing Technique.

Shall we go take a look Are we going to go stir the pot

"I'm serious about the five million. As long as you can handle my father's problem, I will keep my word!"

Finally, my brother, this little con artist couldn't resist the lure of money and agreed to go take a look. The guy was called Dabao, and he shamelessly hopped into the car too.

"What are you following me for" I whispered.

“My lady, I'm quite the player in this yin-yang game. Perhaps I could be of help to you! If I can pull through for you, don't forget to give me a little something for my troubles!” He heard about the five million and got excited, hoping we would bring him a fortune.

People like him, who are alive but serve the underworld, are basically errand runners for the underworld. They do things that the underworld is inconvenient to handle themselves.

I still hoped he could tell me something about Jiang Qiyun, but it seems I was wishful thinking.

My brother is right, Jiang Qiyun and we are not on the same level. We can't treat each other as equals or communicate on an equal footing. Whether he comes or not, whether he stays or leaves, we should remain indifferent.

Since I want to keep what's in my belly, then adjust my mindset and protect this fetus that doesn't know when it will mature.

My blood flows through this child, born from my father's essence and my mother's blood.

》》》

As soon as I stepped into the Hou family courtyard, I saw several "masters".

Everyone has their hands behind their backs and a little apprentice by their side, or more high-end, called an assistant.

When Zhiyu led us three people in, the masters didn't hide the contempt in their eyes at all.

He's incredibly thin, like a stick figure, and dressed like a construction worker going into the city.

My brother's wearing a T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. The classic look of a broke college student.

And I, ever since Jiang Qiyun left in a rage, have forced myself to remember that I am a pregnant woman. I put on a T-shirt and slim velvet sweatpants, and even threw my high heels aside, only wearing casual shoes.

"Ms. Hou, who are these people My master is about to perform a ritual, please ask the irrelevant people to step aside." A bespectacled assistant walked over and said to Hou Zhiyu.

"They are also the ones I invited. There's no need to avoid me." Hou Zhiyu said straightforwardly.

A "master" who was about to perform the ritual snorted coldly: "These kids, who haven't even grown their hair properly, dare to meddle in such dangerous affairs They truly are courting death!"

"Hearing the danger, Hou Zhiyu hurriedly asked: “Master Liu, did you see anything”

We stood to the side, completely ignored. My brother whispered, “Come on, let’s go take a look inside that mansion.”

As soon as we stepped into the mansion, we both came to a halt. The temperature here was significantly lower than outside—it was oppressively cold and heavy with an eerie presence.

Two bodyguards stood at the corridor leading to the study. Even though it was broad daylight, I saw a layer of black mist at the entrance of the study.

Since Jiang Qiyun covered my eyes and let me see Bai Wu Chang in broad daylight, seeing ghosts has become my daily routine.

The master, seeing us enter the room, let out a cold snort: "Ignorant fools."

His assistant immediately flattered him: That's right, this kid probably can't even read a compass.

My brother got angry, snorted and took out his phone. He opened the Easy Learning app and said: "Who said I can't read My compass is electronic! It doesn't need demagnetizing!"

I couldn't be bothered with him, so I quietly pulled out the small compass my mother had left me.

I just wanted to try out the compass, but when that master saw the compass in my hand, his face changed instantly!

He stared at me in disbelief, his voice low and grave. "So it's Shen Jiakun after all!"

I was taken aback. Shen Jiakun What did he mean

His face changed several times, and he said to Hou Zhiyu righteously, "Miss Hou, since you have invited the Shen family's Kun Dao to handle this matter, I will not interfere. Farewell!" After speaking, he swept his sleeves and left.

"Is the Shen family's reputation so great Old Madam Wu said she wanted to make money, and there's nothing better to use than the Shen family's reputation. It seems like she didn't lie to me."

The problem is... we're all newbies!

"How could you let him get away" Hou Zhiyu shouted at us, her voice full of anger. "What's going on Who are you exactly Why did all those masters leave when they saw you!"

My brother coughed nervously and said, “I guess they’re impressed by us.”

Hou Zhiyu gritted her teeth and nodded. "Fine, go check on my dad! If you're messing with me...Humph!"

It's too late to slip away now, Hou Zhiyu's bodyguard is menacingly blocking us from behind, forcing us into the house.

"I'll take a look," I whispered. "Jiang Qiyun said that ordinary ghosts don't dare to approach me."

As I approached the study, the ring on my finger faintly glowed red, as if protecting me. I touched my chest where Jiang Qiyun's nameplate hung. Even a blood-colored ghost would be afraid of it, let alone ordinary ghosts who should be more easily intimidated.

The study was dark, the thick blackout curtains drawn. I heard the sound of paper being ripped to shreds.

Hou Zhiyu stood at the door, not daring to come in. I stepped inside and whispered, "Hello, I'm here on behalf of someone to see you."

The sound of tearing stopped, and a face with a strange expression emerged from behind the desk.

This was a man in his fifties, but at this moment his eyes were red and swollen, his mouth turned down in a wronged pout, looking utterly miserable.

As soon as she opened her mouth, a sharp, woman's voice pierced the air: "Little girl, how did you die Why are you so beautiful even in death—"

Dead I'm not a ghost.

I was stunned for a moment, remembering what Jiang Qiyun had said, that I was enveloped in his ghostly energy inside and out. Did this female ghost regard me as one of her kind

"You... do you still have any unfulfilled wishes" I tentatively asked.

The female ghost cackled sinisterly upon hearing this —

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