sjar Chapter 118 It gets really awkward.
Chapter 118 It gets really awkward.
After Shen Qingqing's spirit left, the chilling feeling also disappeared.
Mo Dahai asked somewhat cautiously, "Um, Boss, there shouldn't be any problems with the show this time, right?"
He was genuinely terrified. During the filming of the show, there had been deaths and accidents, and he thought his career was over.
Wu Zhao raised his head: "Then you can rest assured, your current appearance indicates a meteoric rise. I think you're about to turn your life around, so get ready."
Hearing her say that, Mo Dahai was overjoyed. He said happily, "I don't want to soar to the sky. As long as I can continue filming the show, that's fine."
"The food at this restaurant is pretty good. You should definitely try it later, Boss." Without the psychological burden, Mo Dahai's expression relaxed considerably.
Soon after, the dishes were served one after another.
After tasting it, Wu Zhao nodded and said in a good mood, "It's really good. Director Mo knows how to pick a place."
Mo Dahai laughed twice, "Then you should eat more, boss!"
Halfway through the meal, he put down his chopsticks. He tentatively asked, "Boss, you said before that someone close to me was plotting against me, and this person... is actually quite close to me—"
Wu Zhao swallowed what was in his mouth and casually picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth.
"You already have the answer in your heart, don't you? It's definitely the person you're thinking of." Wu Zhao casually placed a napkin beside her and tapped the table: "Your relationship ends here."
Mo Dahai's expression froze instantly.
Unexpectedly, the person he initially ruled out as a suspect turned out to be the very culprit who nearly caused his family's ruin...
That was his carefully selected and trained apprentice. Who would have thought he would misjudge him and raise a man-eating venomous snake?!
"It's best to cut your losses now. It's not impossible to make him pay the price, but... can you really bring yourself to do it?"
Seeing his somber expression, Wu Zhao shook his head inwardly.
His apprentice, whom he had trained for five or six years, was incredibly skilled and fearless when stabbed. In contrast, his master, Mo Dahai, seemed hesitant and indecisive.
Wu Xingyun understood the gist of it, and he curled his lip: "He already wants you dead, what are you still thinking about?"
Although he wasn't a sorcerer, Wu Xingyun knew that those in the sorcerer's profession always believed in cause and effect. Every cause has its effect, and bad deeds naturally come at a price.
“You’re not mistaken, it’s just that he wants too much that you can’t give him. When he discovered there was a shortcut, greed naturally outweighed everything else. But you don’t need to be too sad, that’s just his personality… he’ll part ways with you sooner or later,” Wu Zhao said.
She seemed to be trying to comfort Mo Dahai, but unexpectedly his expression worsened.
"...I thought he would be a person." Mo Dahai's tone was very disappointed.
Wu Zhao took out a red talisman from his pocket.
"The things are ready. If you've made up your mind, just take this back home and burn it."
The bright red talisman was as vivid as blood, and it was particularly glaring to Mo Dahai.
My hands were trembling as I tried to take it, but I just couldn't bring myself to move them any further.
With a sigh, Wu Zhao placed the talisman on the dining table.
Seeing Mo Dahai's distressed expression, she patted Wu Xingyun on the shoulder and said, "Let's go first."
Wu Xingyun shrugged: "Alright, Director Mo, you should digest this properly. But apart from life and death, nothing else matters, so you don't need to overthink it."
The two left the private room, and Mo Dahai stared blankly at the talisman.
Finally, he took a deep breath and picked it up.
After paying with the card Gu Chen gave her, Wu Zhao asked Wu Xingyun to take her home.
As soon as she got into the car, she received a text message from Gu Chen asking when she was going back.
"Hey, Grandma, I'm all here now, can't you come with me to the Wu family's place?" Wu Xingyun started the car and tried to negotiate with Wu Zhao.
He said with a grin, "My family really wants to meet him, so why don't we do it today?"
Wu Zhao awkwardly replied to Gu Chen's message while fiddling with her phone, saying without even looking up, "What, are you a lobbyist sent by your uncle?"
Wu Xingyun's eyelids twitched, and he instinctively knew he had better tell the truth.
“Yes… well, ever since my uncle met you, he’s been very excited, I don’t know why.” Wu Xingyun also seemed a little puzzled. “Anyway, it’s shown in the fact that he’s cleaned the ancestral hall five times already. I feel like the ancestors in the ancestral hall are starting to get a little annoyed with him…”
Otherwise, they wouldn't have directly manifested their power and kicked him out of the ancestral temple.
Fearing that his uncle might go mad from practicing qi cultivation, he had no choice but to shamelessly beg Aunt Wu Zhao for help.
"Pfft." After replying to Gu Chen's message, Wu Zhao looked up with amusement: "How old are you? Why are you so impatient?"
Wu Zhao casually pulled a tissue from the tissue box in the car and tore off a small paper figure in a few quick movements.
She tapped the little paper figure's head, and soon the little paper figure wobbled as it stood up from her palm.
"Go ahead, take this little thing back to your uncle."
The little paper figure slowly floated down from her palm and climbed onto Wu Xingyun's shoulder.
After climbing on his shoulder for a while, the weightless paper figure slipped into his pocket.
Wu Xingyun: ...
“…Alright then.” Wu Xingyun compromised somewhat. “Then, Grandma, you must tell me when you can go.”
The car quickly drove back to the Gu family's villa.
Wu Xingyun said to Wu Zhao as she got out of the car, "I'll pick you up on the day the show starts filming, don't forget, grandma!"
With his back turned, Wu Zhao raised his hand and shook it, saying, "I know, hurry up and go."
Inside the open doorway, Gu Chen sat expressionlessly in his wheelchair. His empty eyes seemed to be "gazing" out the door.
Hearing the noise outside, his pale face slowly regained some color.
"Gu Chen, I'm back." Wu Zhao walked to his side and subconsciously placed her hand on the back of Gu Chen's hand.
When her slightly cold palms touched his warm hands, Gu Chen paused for a moment before turning around and grasping hers in return.
"Your hands are a bit cold. Wear an extra layer of clothing tomorrow." Holding her hand slightly tighter, Gu Chen said, "Zhao Zhao, I just... felt like my legs were regaining some feeling."
Wu Zhao was pleasantly surprised: "Really?"
She squatted down and placed her hand on Gu Chen's calf.
The muscles in her calf were taut, making it seem like she couldn't walk at all. She squeezed it hard and then looked up to ask, "Can you feel it?"
“…just a little bit.” Gu Chen’s voice was a little hoarse, and a golden glint flashed in his dark eyes.
It's so fast it's hard to catch.
"And here?" Wu Zhao asked seriously, moving his hand from his calf to his knee, and then pressing down on his firm thigh.
The muscles under his hand instantly stiffened, and Wu Zhao raised an eyebrow: "Hmm?"
“Zhao Zhao…” Gu Chen seemed to sigh, and he raised his hand to press her hand down.
His voice held a hint of restraint, and his tone was somewhat helpless: "A little bit too."
"Hmm, it seems the opponent hasn't fully activated the Death-Snatching Talisman yet, but they've already made some preparations... It seems that many conditions are needed for this Death-Snatching Talisman to be fully activated." Wu Zhao said, muttering curses under his breath: "It's all that damned Heavenly Dao's fault..."
Why bother making these bizarre and incomprehensible talismans?! She thought through gritted teeth.
Wu Zhao was still thinking that her legs were getting numb after squatting for a while, unaware that Gu Chen was still pressing her hands on her legs.
She stood up and then realized her arm was being tightened. "Huh?"
He subconsciously squeezed his subordinate's muscles before realizing what he had done and quickly withdrew his hand.
Gu Chen released her and whispered, "Zhao Zhao, what were you saying just now?"
"It's nothing, I'm just cursing something that's not human."
After stretching his legs, Wu Zhao said, "By the way, if your eyesight is restored after I leave tomorrow or the day after, remember to let me know."
As she walked upstairs, she said, "I'll go get ready first..."
After her figure disappeared on the second floor, a faint golden glint appeared in Gu Chen's eyes.
He "looked" towards the second floor, his voice carrying a hint of amusement:
"It's still the same as before..."
"You get especially busy when things get awkward..."
"You're not completely oblivious, are you?"