bookcurios Chapter 205 - Don't be ungrateful
Chapter 205 - Don't be ungrateful
"The door is unlocked, come in!"
The door was pushed open from the outside. Who else could it be but Qing Mo standing at the door? Enduring the disgusting gaze, she took a deep breath and stepped into the room. Then she turned around and closed the door in despair, constantly praying for Mu Zhixiao's forgiveness in her heart.
Seeing the door was closed, the third elder stood up and rushed towards Qing Mo. When the fat and old body pressed Qing Mo against the door, she uncontrollably vomited all the porridge she had eaten at noon onto his face.
"Bitch! Don't be ungrateful!" With his eyes covered by vomit, the Third Elder fumbled and slapped Qing Mo's right cheek, then grabbed her hair and dragged her into the house. As he couldn't see the road clearly, he knocked over many vases and chairs.
When he wiped the vomit off his face, he found a dagger pointed at his neck. Veins on his forehead throbbed with anger, and he asked through gritted teeth, "Don't you want Mu Zhixiao to live?"
"Tell me the way to save him first, and then everything will be up to you!" Qing Mo roared with a trembling voice, and even the dagger in his hand shook irregularly, accidentally cutting his neck.
The third elder was shocked. This woman could do anything when she went crazy, so he nodded in agreement.
"Put down the dagger, otherwise what can I say?"
"Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? I'll put down the dagger as soon as you finish speaking!"
Helplessly, the Third Elder could only speak slowly, "The Mu family actually has two ancestral halls, one is the open ancestral hall, and the other is the hidden ancestral hall. However, except for the head of the family, no one has the right to enter the hidden ancestral hall."
"What I want to hear is the method to rescue Xiao. I don't want to hear the family history of the Mu family!" Qing Mo pushed the dagger forward again!
"Wait! Girl from the Qing family, just listen to what I have to say!" The third elder swallowed his saliva as he looked at the dagger pressed against his neck. He continued speaking only after seeing that Qing Mo's emotions had calmed down a little.
"It is said that the person enshrined in the dark ancestral hall is the founder of the Mu family. There is a piece of Spirit Tiger Blood Jade in the mouth of the ancestor. It is the blood jade that keeps his body from decaying and makes him look like he is in a deep sleep. Moreover, according to ancient records, the blood jade has the miraculous effect of prolonging life, detoxifying and healing wounds. It is a rare treasure in the world!"
"According to what you said, as long as we get that blood jade and give it to Xiao, his injuries will be healed without medicine? And he will live to be a hundred years old?" Qing Mo's eyes showed hope.
The third elder nodded affirmatively.
"Take me to the dark ancestral hall!" Qing Mo pushed his dagger forward again, and not surprisingly, it cut another bloody mark on his neck.
"Girl, I've already said so much, do you want to find the jade without giving me some benefits? Do you really think I'm stupid?"
Qing Mo moved the dagger away, lay flat on the bed with his hands, then slowly closed his eyes, two lines of tears slid down the corners of his eyes, but the dagger in his hand was not thrown away.
The third elder knew very well that Qingmo would not kill him in order to save Mu Zhixiao, so he quickly reached out to pull Qingmo's collar. As his outer robe was thrown away, Qingmo's tears fell on the pillowcase like beads that had broken off the string.
"Xiao...I'm sorry...Xiao...I'm sorry..."
"Well……"
The third elder just groaned and lay on Qingmo's body without moving.
Qing Mo widened her eyes in horror, waiting for the impending doom, but the whole room fell into an eerie silence. She reached out and pushed the Third Elder, but when she saw that he didn't respond at all, she used all her strength to push and kick him to the ground.
"Bang!"
A figure pushed the door open and fell to the ground.
Qing Mo took a closer look, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest. He exclaimed softly, "Xiao, why are you here?"
"Close... the door, and then help me... get up..." Mu Zhixiao was in so much pain that he was sweating all over, and his bloody wounds were soaked with sweat. It was simply the cruelest punishment in the world.
Qing Mo quickly locked the door, then held Mu Zhixiao's arm and helped him to the bed. She then wiped the dense beads of sweat on her forehead with her sleeves, but she didn't expect a loud slap to land on her left cheek.