Chapter 58: Evil Aura on the Painting
Mi Shen himself found it strange after saying those words. Originally, this matter had nothing to do with him. Moreover, he opposed feudal superstition and advocated science. Now, by saying this, wasn’t he contradicting himself?
"Just because it’s not allowed doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist?" Mu Lichuan said in surprise. In his past life, he had also advocated science. It wasn’t until after his death, when his soul was refined, that he learned of the existence of cultivators.
"Suit yourself." Mi Shen coldly spat out these three words. He guessed that the boy wasinexperienced in the ways of the world, he didn’t even understand the most basic national principles or the intentions of the ruling class.
If the state acknowledged the existence of "ghosts," then many things could be explained as "supernatural occurrences," easily causing panic among the common people.
Mu Lichuan curled his lips. Was this really the demeanor of a young master? Clearly, he himself believed in "supernatural" things, yet he put on an anti-feudal front. It was truly infuriating.
"Get out of the car." When they arrived at his villa, Mi Shen reached out to pull the young man, only to see him shrink back. Instantly, his displeasure deepened.
He had already lowered himself so much, yet Mu Lichuan treated him like some kind of plague, unwilling to even touch him. Countless people in the capital would kill for a chance to speak a few more words with him, yet this guy… Could he really be some country bumpkin? But judging by his behavior, he didn’t seem like one.
"I have mysophobia," Mu Lichuan explained awkwardly, making the young man across from him darken his expression even further.
Mu Lichuan got out of the car on his own. He couldn’t very well say that whenever he touched the young master, his whole body went weak. The situation was too bizarre. He’d figure it out later, and there was no way he was going to let himself be led around by the nose.
As soon as he stepped into the villa, Mu Lichuan frowned. It wasn’t that the place was heavy with yin energy, but he felt inexplicably uncomfortable, as if something was watching him. "Do you like collecting antiques?" He didn’t understand feng shui, especially since Xiao Mo wasn’t here. Besides, the villa faced the sunlight, and as a young master, the location should have been carefully chosen.
"No." Mi Shen replied indifferently.
The two fell into silence, leaving Mu Lichuan at a loss for words. The guy had already made it clear he didn’t believe in "supernatural nonsense," yet what Mu Lichuan sensed was exactly that. Besides, he wasn’t some powerful cultivator, he couldn’t determine anything just from a feeling.
"Can I take a look around your villa?" Mu Lichuan noticed the young master staring at him, making his skin crawl. Though just an ordinary person, his gaze was too sharp. Those starry, cosmic eyes held emotions Mu Lichuan couldn’t decipher.
"The butler will show you around. I have matters to attend to." Mi Shen withdrew his gaze, stood up, and headed upstairs, treating the boy like some servant.
Mu Lichuan glared: isn't he the one who invited me here? And now he is acting all aloof? What kind of attitude is that? So what if he is a young master? I'm also a young master!
Of course, he had to admit the title felt a bit odd. His family wasn’t exactly wealthy, and in the eyes of these capital elites, the Mu family was nothing more than "new money."
"Young Master Mu, don’t take it to heart. The young master has always been like this since childhood," Butler Zhang explained with a smile. "He’s actually a good person."
Mu Lichuan remained skeptical. Was the butler implying he was just socially awkward? As for being a "good person," that was about as believable as plucking stars from the sky. If he were truly good, he wouldn’t have "forced" him here like this.
"Let’s go take a look," Mu Lichuan said, trying to sound profound, though his youthful face lacked any real persuasiveness.
"Young Master Mu, you’re actually the first person our young master has ever brought home. You could say you’re his first friend…" The butler rambled on and on, completely ignoring the strained smile on Mu Lichuan's face.
While enduring the verbal assault, Mu Lichuan observed his surroundings, finally fixing his gaze on a painting. "Who… gave you this painting?"
The butler was momentarily interrupted. "It was a gift from the second master. Compared to the old master, the second master dotes on the young master. If there's anything good, he gives to him first."
"Is that so?" Mu Lichuan felt an intense evil aura emanating from the painting.
It was an ink-wash painting of interconnected mountains, with two peaks separated by what seemed like an abyss. Thin wisps of sinister energy seeped from the gap, resembling the "Two Boundary Mountains" from legends. "
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