Corpse Recovery Diver

Chapter 665: 122 Chapter_2


The woman went mad, and was locked in here.

Zhao Xilu, when he got up in the morning, would take her to the courtyard to sunbathe, and when he returned to the room in the evening, he would lead her back inside.

Zhao Mengyao disliked this brother; although he had always been kind to her, she felt he was hypocritical and heartless, unlike her direct and kind nature.

Obviously, there were hired helpers at home, yet her brother insisted on doing everything himself every day.

If she didn't know what those things were used for, it would be fine, but her brother was very much aware and his talent for cursing was much higher than hers.

But now, she could only express her grievances to her brother with a cry:

"Brother, I've been cursed."

Saying this, Zhao Mengyao took off her hat, rolled up her sleeves, and exposed an area of festering skin.

Zhao Xilu was startled to see this and hurried forward to check.

"What happened to you?"

"I've been cursed."

"Where's grandfather, wasn't he coming to find you?"

"Grandfather didn't come back?"

"No, you didn't see grandfather?"

"I saw him, but I thought Grandfather went home after letting me sign those two support agreements."

"You..." Zhao Xilu frowned, "Mengyao, go sit inside the room first."

"What about great-grandmother, I want to see great-grandmother."

"Great-grandmother is meeting guests, she's not available now."

"This is how I am, what guest could be more important than me?"

"Our main family has sent someone."

"Our main family?"

Zhao Mengyao was stunned. She had heard of the main family matters; in the family's ancestral hall, there were two rows of offerings, one row empty and the other for her parents and grandmother, only allowing placement in the far corners.

The empty position in the center was reserved for the main family. Even if the plaques of the main family couldn't be displayed, the space had to be reserved for them.

As a child, Zhao Mengyao naively asked, "Why can't we put the main family's plaques?"

The great-grandmother grimly smiled and replied: "Because the main family finds our karma inauspicious."

The main family is in Jiujiang, unlike minor families like Shizhuo Zhao, the main Jiujiang Zhao are true wanderers of Jianghu, and in the Qing Dynasty, they had a Dragon King.

However, according to the rules of Jianghu, if only one clan member ventures into Jianghu successfully or if there's no successor within a hundred years, the Dragon King family's plaque is still not qualified to be hung.

Hence, the main family only calls itself Jiujiang Zhao, but won't call itself Dragon King Zhao.

Sometimes, if the family's foundation and strength aren't sufficient, forcibly displaying the Dragon King plaque might easily invite trouble.

"What should I do...?"

"Mengyao, like I said, go wait in my room, I'll be right there."

"Alright."

Zhao Mengyao had to precede to the yard, pass through the corridor, go through a small door, and enter her brother's room in the backyard.

The interior of the room was simply furnished; to the north was a study, in the middle was the living room, and the south side was the bedroom.

Under the old wooden bed in the bedroom, there was a nest, in front of which were placed a food bowl and a water bowl.

Before long, the door was pushed open again, and Zhao Xilu led in the woman.

"Mengyao, take off your clothes."

Zhao Mengyao hesitated.

Zhao Xilu took a deep breath: "Then brother won't take care of you."

"Don't, brother, you have to help me."

Zhao Mengyao took off her clothes, her mouth twitching occasionally because many of the festering areas were stuck to the clothes, stripping them off felt like tearing off a layer of skin.

"Mengyao, go into my study."

Zhao Mengyao walked into her brother's study.

Inside the study, the altar, incense burner, and candles were already arranged.

Zhao Xilu heated a black needle repeatedly in the candle flame, then stirred it into the incense burner ash, and finally took it out, walking up to Zhao Mengyao, and directly stabbed it into her forehead.

"It hurts..."

"Endure it."

After the needle was inserted, Zhao Xilu motioned to the woman on the floor.

The woman crawled over, came to Zhao Mengyao's feet, opened her mouth, and bit down on Zhao Mengyao's ankle.

"Ah..."

"Endure it, little sister."

Zhao Mengyao looked down at the woman, her eyes revealing resentment and hatred.

The woman was sucking.

Gradually, the festering areas on Zhao Mengyao's body began to shrink, dead skin appeared, showing significant improvement, while the woman's body started developing several festering spots.

Zhao Mengyao felt even more disgusted with her brother, he had actually nurtured the woman who bore him two children into a cursed object container.

This container's function was to transfer the curses inflicted on someone else to her body, and also to transfer toxins.

The woman opened her mouth, crawling on the floor, gasping heavily, with blood continuously spilling from her mouth.

Zhao Xilu kicked the woman, cursing, "Go out to cough up blood, don't dirty this place."

The woman immediately crawled away.

"Mengyao, are you feeling better?"

"Brother, I'm feeling much better."

"Good, you rest here a bit, I'll go see if great-grandmother is free."

Zhao Xilu left the room, went to the main house in the backyard; the door of the main house was open, indicating the meeting was over.

Upon entering the main house, Zhao Xilu saw a gloomy young man about his age sitting there, with a scar between his eyebrows, looking like an old wound yet seemingly newly crusted.

Behind the young man, an elder was having tea with the great-grandmother.

Great-grandmother was very old, yet she still looked spirited, with her white hair still mixed with quite a lot of black.

"Xilu, come to meet Master Yi of our main family, and also meet Uncle Tian of our main family."

"Yes, great-grandmother."

Zhao Xilu first saluted the gloomy young man: "Greetings, Master Yi."

Just after he finished his salute, Zhao Xilu saw the other slowly shift his head, fixing his gaze on him.

The scar on the gloomy young man's brow seemed to wriggle.

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