Chapter 97: Death
The young man looked at his mother who was still vomiting, his own face was also somewhat pale. "I hope Master can bring justice for my father," he said, his tone full of respect.
"Why did we want you to move away from here? This is the price." In Mu Lichuan's view, where there was cause, there was effect. Since they had refused to move away back then, they now had to bear the consequence.
Upon hearing this, the young man and his family all wore expressions of terror. "I... we will move away immediately. We will never come back to this place again." Humans all fear the unknown, especially something as intangible and elusive as talk of ghosts and gods.
Gu Yongsheng and Zhao Decheng watched as this family of holdouts ran away with lightning speed. As for so-called "family bonds," when one's life is threatened, everything else becomes false.
"If the other families still refuse to leave, let them see this example." Mu Lichuan crouched down and looked at the rotting corpse. "This is demonic energy intrusion."
This place was originally a Yin-gathering area, so it was not strange at all for demonic energy to be produced. However... was this an attempt to use a blood curse? Or perhaps the gathered resentment from people's hearts was used to set up an array?
These were all just his guesses. As long as the Yin-gathering area was destroyed, then none of it could possibly succeed.
"Young friend, what do you think…?" Gu Yongsheng knew full well he had no way to deal with demonic energy himself, he was acutely aware of his own capabilities.
Mu Lichuan frowned tightly. "What else can we do? We have to use a special method to burn the corpse. Also, evacuate the personnel and find what's buried underground."
If it were above ground, it would be easier to handle. The problem was it was underground, meaning construction work was needed. But this kind of operation was simply not something he could command—professionals needed to be brought in.
"Young friend is right." Ever since Mu Lichuan had eliminated the demonic person, he had held a degree of respect for the youth and listened to his words. Even as a consultant, those with strength still had the right to speak.
Mu Lichuan directly used his soul force to envelop the corpse, preventing the demonic energy from dispersing. Otherwise, it could have a significant impact on those with weak resolve.
"Burn it. Use a fire talisman. Use this opportunity to let the family see and spread the word." After saying this, he turned and left.
The matter had been thoroughly explained. He couldn't stay here any longer.
Two ninjas from Country R had died, and Country C had even publicly slapped them in the face. Even though they deeply hated Mu Lichuan, they were on another country's land and couldn't do anything. They could only swallow their anger for now, waiting for an opportunity to seek revenge later.
The Sato family was also helpless. Since even their rulers' intervention couldn't pressure Country C, and the people they sent out were even captured alive and returned, they had no options left.
"Ugh!" Mu Lichuan almost threw the talisman in his hand out, but he managed to hold back just in time. Otherwise, he might have ended up helping this person, giving her a complete release and landing himself with the blame.
"Student Mu! Please, save me!" Qin Xiaocao looked neither human nor ghost, with dishevelled hair and a bluish-purple complexion. The backlash was becoming very obvious.
Mu Lichuan's face was full of indifference. "Good deeds bring good rewards, evil deeds bring evil retribution. This is what you deserve." In his opinion, the fact that the infant spirit hadn't killed her yet was because it was still relatively weak and she hadn't been nurturing it for long.
"I know I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong. I don't want to die, Young Master Mu, Young Master Mu, I beg you, I'll do anything you ask!" Qin Xiaocao was truly terrified; this was the first time she had encountered something like this. Her looks were almost completely ruined, but her desire to live drove her to come here.
Mu Lichuan looked at the young girl before him. "You received retribution before you could even commit a true evil deed." In his view, Qin Xiaocao's crimes didn't really warrant death.
Raising an infant spirit was an act that damaged one's hidden virtue, the moral credit accumulated through good deeds done in secret. He glanced coldly at the menacing infant spirit on Qin Xiaocao's shoulder. "The cause has already been sown, you must bear the consequence. Just do more good deeds to accumulate some merit and positive karma."
Then, a series of "crackling..." sounds were heard as the infant spirit instantly turned into a wisp of blue smoke and vanished into the air.
Qin Xiaocao could feel the weight lift from her body, her face full of gratitude. "Thank you, Young Master Mu, thank you, Young Master Mu! I will definitely do more good deeds in the future, definitely!" Her eyes were filled with tears.
Back then, she had been immature, jealous of Shao Xiaoya's good fortune. Shao Xiaoya wasn't even as pretty as her, yet she had a family to protect her, which created an imbalance in Qin Xiaocao's heart, leading to the subsequent events.
Mu Lichuan nodded slightly. If the infant spirit Qin Xiaocao had raised had already killed someone, he wouldn't have saved her either. He would have let her die slowly, repaying the life owed.
Some onlookers who didn't understand the situation found it very strange and even shook their heads at Mu Lichuan, thinking the girl was too pitiful to have fallen for such a playboy. But the willing bear the burden, and as outsiders, they couldn't say much.
When Mu Lichuan returned home, there was actually another client waiting. This time, someone wanted to know if their parents were dead, and the person seeking him out was actually a currently popular star in the entertainment industry.
"Master Mu, please, I beg you. My parents went exploring on Mount Li, but it's been three days and there's still no news." The client was Qin Xiaoli, who had a beautiful face, though dark circles were very obvious under her eyes, likely from lack of rest.
The police had already searched for two days but found no clues. She needed to see them alive or find their bodies, she couldn't just let her parents lie cold at the bottom of some cliff.
Qin Xiaoli's parents were singers—otherwise, how could they have cultivated such an outstanding actor? In the context of this era, without connections, surviving in the entertainment industry meant succumbing to under-the-table rules.
She had accidentally heard others talk about the consultant of the "Cleaning Company"—Young Master Mu Lichuan—who was very powerful. Despite his young age, he could eliminate disasters for people, which gave her a sliver of hope.
She never used to believe in those intangible ghosts and gods, but now she wished immortals existed to save her parents.
"Finding people?" Mu Lichuan was surprised upon hearing this. "That's not my area of expertise." He wasn't wrong, he wasn't a god, he could only tell fortunes.
Qin Xiaoli's manager said, "Young Master Mu, please take a look. Are her parents still alive? Or can you find the place where her parents met with disaster?"
"Yes, Young Master Mu, please. Money is not an issue. I just want to know what happened to my parents." Qin Xiaoli's eyes were full of tears. She had reached the end of her rope before seeking out Mu Lichuan.
Mu Lichuan observed the Qin Xiaoli before him and finally said, "Your parents have likely already met with disaster. As for where the bodies are, I'll try..."
Gains and losses were interconnected. Currently, Qin Xiaoli's career was soaring, but the spot between her eyebrows appeared dark, a sign often read in fortune-telling. It was likely her parents had borne all her suffering for her, resulting in this young woman's current happiness.
"Thank you, Young Master Mu, thank you." Qin Xiaoli's tone was very soft. "What does Young Master Mu need me to provide?"
Mu Lichuan thought of Gu Yongsheng's tracking talismans and said, "Bring me something your parents used during their lifetime. I'll use a tracking talisman to take a look."
"But you'll have to search the specific location yourselves."
Mount Li wasn't in the capital, and he couldn't go there himself. He could only provide the location where the talisman fell—for anything more, the police would need to handle it.
"Thank you, thank you! That's enough, that's enough!" Upon learning her parents were dead, Qin Xiaoli felt almost hopeless, but she still held onto a sliver of hope. Only by finding them could she truly accept it.
So, Mu Lichuan began the ritual. The yellow paper crane began to fly outward, its speed very fast. If one wasn't a cultivator, it would be impossible to catch up.
Qin Xiaoli nervously wrung her hands. She watched the young man perform the ritual for a long time. Even when dinner arrived, she didn't eat. She couldn't rest easy for a single day without knowing her parents' whereabouts.
A night passed. Mu Lichuan still maintained his original posture. When the sun had completely risen, Mu Lichuan opened his eyes. Probably due to expending too much spiritual energy, his face was somewhat pale. "Your parents are at the bottom of Duanchang Cliff on Mount Li. They haven't been washed away by the water below, they're right there. Tell the police to search carefully."
"Thank you, thank you!" Qin Xiaoli said, her voice hoarse. She had also stayed there the whole day and night without rest.
Mu Lichuan shook his head. "The fact is what it is. It's better to restrain your grief." In his view, some things were better left unsaid to prevent the young woman from living a life of guilt and pain.
"This is the payment." Qin Xiaoli directly took out a check for 100 million. "Young Master Mu, this is a small token of my gratitude. Please accept it!" In her view, her parents were worth far more than this money, it was just a small gesture.
Mu Lichuan did not refuse. This time, his spiritual energy consumption was significant. Simultaneously, he felt he should make a trip to Mount Li himself. Something there was attracting him, it was also a place with relatively abundant spiritual energy.
"Young Master Mu! Young Master Mu! There's a situation over there! Several people have already been lost." Just after seeing Qin Xiaoli off, news came from the Yin-gathering area: the construction team had suffered several deaths.
Hearing this news, Mu Lichuan was in a very bad mood. "Are the others all eating shit?" He knew full well what was going on, yet they still managed to have casualties.
Zhao An had no idea how to rebut Young Master Mu's words. "Young Master Mu, you..."
"Look at the state I'm in now. Even if I went, I wouldn't be of much help. I might even end up sacrificing myself. Don't they know how to seal and blockade the area?" Mu Lichuan said, massaging his forehead. Was he destined to be a workhorse in both his past and present life?
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