My Lady Always Lacks Ambition-Chapter 278 - 277: She’s Worse Than a God Stick When It Comes to Making Money

Chapter 278: Chapter 277: She’s Worse Than a God Stick When It Comes to Making Money

Village Chief Wang was infuriated, his resentful energy thickened significantly, and yin energy surged drastically. As his palm swiped towards Wang Sanquan, it raised a gust of yin wind that sent the mourning hall’s paper money and yellow papers fluttering chaotically while incense candles broke simultaneously. The sinister energy chilled everyone present, whitening their faces.

Although Wang Sanquan was not hit by the palm, he felt as though his entire body was cold as if he was in an ice cellar. More terrifyingly, it felt as if something was stuffed in his neck, leaving him unable to utter a word.

It wasn’t that something was stuffed; it was Village Chief Wang, furious at his inability to harm this rebellious son, who leaped onto his son’s neck, continuously choking him with both hands. Although he felt no physical sensation, it still had an effect.

"You rebellious son who would murder your father and stepmother, I will choke you to death," Village Chief Wang’s eyes were blood-red with sky-high resentful energy.

A fierce wind howled.

Children cried out in fear; some people ran out directly.

Wang Dayong was also terrified by this sudden incident, struck mute, his expression blank. Just this morning they couldn’t lift the coffin, so how did things turn so ’fierce’ now?

Mrs. Hu was so scared that she fell to the ground, shivering violently, screaming, "Brother Hu."

Brother Hu snapped back to reality and quickly nudged the ’master’ dressed in a yellow Daoist robe holding a horsetail whisk, saying, "Master, could you take a look quickly?"

The master flicked his horsetail whisk and calculated with his fingers, surveying the surroundings, saying, "As I expected, indeed there is an evil presence making mischief. There is a pregnant woman in this house, isn’t there?"

Was his remark targeting the unborn child in the pregnant woman’s womb?

Wang Dayong’s face darkened immediately: "What do you mean?"

"Dayong, let’s hear what the master has to say. We can’t let your father depart restlessly," Mrs. Hu cried.

"Bitch, you still have the face to speak!" Village Chief Wang let go of his son and lunged at Mrs. Hu.

Mrs. Hu trembled even more, appearing even more pitiful. freewёbnoνel.com

"The yin energy is strong in the fetus; that thing might have been drawn by this child," the master gravely said: "My intention is for the pregnant woman to avoid the mourning hall, preferably for three months, so that I can expel this evil."

"You’re saying that my sister-in-law should not carry out the funeral rites for my father?" Wang CuiLian asked indignantly.

"Master is doing this for the well-being of both the fetus and the old village chief," the master said with an air of profundity: "Otherwise, not only may the fetus be harmed, but the spirit of the old village chief might not be able to ascend. Can you all withstand that?"

Wang Dayong’s expression changed several times.

If his wife doesn’t carry out the mourning rites, in the future people might point fingers at her spine, accusing her of being unfilial for not having mourned her father-in-law.

Wang Dayong’s wife, Ms. Liao, was pale, hugging their two daughters, her eyes a bit terrified as she looked towards Wang Dayong.

She seemed, even more than her mother-in-law Mrs. Hu, like a mother-in-law herself, with some silver hairs already visible at her temples.

"Big brother, this is also for father’s and our little nephew’s sake," Wang Sanquan, who found he could speak again, interjected.

"Rebellious son! Bitch!"

Village Chief Wang, unable to truly harm the two, could only lunge back and forth, filling the room with surges of yin wind.

"This evil is fierce, now it’s not about whether you want to expel it or not, even if you want this poor Daoist to perform the ritual, the required good silver must be increased," the master couldn’t help saying.

"How much?"

"One hundred taels!"

What?

Not to mention Village Chief Wang turning into an Evil Ghost, even Qin Liuxi felt like bellowing out loud.

She only charged the villagers ten taels for performing rituals, yet this God Stick who hasn’t even discovered the true origin of the resentful energy dares to ask for a hundred taels straight away!

Qin Liuxi clenched her fists. She was undutiful, even worse at making money than a God Stick!

Grandmaster: Do you realize where you fail?

Village Chief Wang, no longer caring about killing his disobedient son and green-hatting his cheap wife, jumped to the God Stick’s side, yelling with bared teeth: "You God Stick, demanding a hundred taels right off the bat, you might as well just rob us."

He then saw the adulterous Brother Hu and the God Stick exchanging glances, and immediately understood, saying, "Damn it, you’re in cahoots, just scheming to swindle the Wang family’s silver, no wonder you even mentioned my daughter-in-law’s unborn grandchild, you’re downright malicious."

His face furious, he tried to grab the God Stick’s goatee, even aiming for his eyes, but could only pass through due to his weak ghost power.

The God Stick’s body was faltering, legs trembling, but he forced himself to stand, chanting in his mind.

Damn, could there really be some ghostly presence here?

If it weren’t for the silver, he’d have run away already; this is too sinister.

Seeing his own insufficient ghost power, Village Chief Wang felt urgent, angry, and hateful, resentful that he died unjustly, and even more infuriated by his own powerlessness.

With this resentment, his ghost power strengthened due to the dense resentful energy, at least enough to angrily knock down the spiritual tablet, scaring everyone once more.

Pretty fierce, huh?

Village Chief Wang rejoiced, hurried over to Wang Dayong, and roared: "Don’t believe them, they are all swindlers, your father died unjustly!"

Seeing Wang Dayong’s indifferent reaction, he drifted over to Mrs. Hu and slapped her across the face, cursing right beside her ear.

"Ah." Mrs. Hu touched her face, feeling as if she had been struck, her complexion turning to one of frightened confusion, wondering if the old man had returned.

It worked.

Village Chief Wang, delighted, reached out to strangle her.

Qin Liuxi, seeing this, coughed.

Village Chief Wang looked up, locking eyes with Qin Liuxi. Surprised, he floated over to her, even attempting to stick out his tongue as if to lick her, trying to test if she could truly see him.

"If you dare stick out your tongue, I don’t care if you are Old Wang, I will cut it off," Qin Liuxi said indifferently with her hands behind her back.

Village Chief Wang froze, then suddenly yelled, "You can really see me?"

Wang Dayong hearing Qin Liuxi speak, suddenly remembered her presence, turned around, and asked, "Young master, were you speaking?"

"Yes," Qin Liuxi said. "Don’t mind the others, the coffin can’t be lifted, it has nothing to do with your wife’s fetus, nor is there any other evil presence at play."

"Exactly, don’t believe them. Oh my, could you actually be the real master?" Village Chief Wang, his beard fluttering with excitement, exclaimed, "Heavens have eyes, finally, this is good news. Master, I died a wrongful death."

Qin Liuxi ignored him because as soon as she spoke, Mrs. Hu turned to look at her, and Brother Hu and the God Stick’s facial expressions changed, saying, "Who is this young lad spouting nonsense. Dayong, as the eldest son of the Wang family, would you really disregard your father’s spirit-raising for a few pieces of silver?"

"I haven’t."

"That’s good then. Sister, quickly bring the reward for the master so he can perform the ritual to exorcise the evil and send your brother-in-law off, don’t let him rest uneasily after death, since it’s been several days already, burying him soon would be best," Brother Hu urged.

"I, I don’t have any," Mrs. Hu cried again.

She genuinely didn’t know where the old man had hidden the family’s money; these past few years, she flattered and feigned cluelessness, managing to scrape together twenty-odd taels of private money from the old fellow.

But the real wealth, the old man guarded fiercely, never letting her know its hiding place.

"Heh, of course she doesn’t know, I move it every month!" Village Chief Wang stroked his beard proudly.

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