Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 226 - 225: Such a Coincidence~ (Second Update)

"Yes, that person must have deceived me; how could Yun Ran possibly be my child? My child should be enjoying luxuries in the Capital City."

Qu Ying refused to believe, or rather, was unwilling to believe.

They say that a great benevolence could turn into a great enmity; in fact, guilt could equally become a great enmity. If Yun Ran really was her child, then what would all her actions over these years count for?

When guilt became irreparable, some people would deceive themselves, even going to greater lengths, just to appease their conscience.

Creak—the lid of the cellar was opened by someone, and a figure jumped down, dragging Qu Ying out.

"What are you doing, let go of me, I am the lady of the Yun Family, if you dare to do anything to me, the Yun Family..."

Qu Ying was knocked unconscious, but deep down she knew, that Daoist who always looked so righteous was going to draw her blood again.

Qu Ying, dragged out from the cellar, was wearing clothes that once had been worth tens of thousands, now unrecognizable, even emitting a faint stench.

"Master, I have brought the person."

The middle-aged Daoist, looking at Qu Ying who was dragged over, a flicker of disgust in his eyes, covered his nose.

"Draw the blood, remember, don’t kill her."

The little Taoist took up a knife, cleanly slicing across Qu Ying’s arm, which already bore many scars from previous blood extractions.

Very soon, a small bowl was filled halfway with blood, and the little Taoist casually sprinkled the Medicine Powder from beside him onto the wound, and the bleeding stopped immediately.

Qu Ying, lying on the ground, although unconscious, still winced from the pain in her arm.

Perhaps due to the blood that had been taken frequently these days, her complexion was a bit paler, devoid of its former rosiness.

"Master, the blood has been drawn."

The middle-aged Daoist nodded, then took out a folded triangular talisman paper from his robe and handed it to the little Taoist.

"Burn it to ash and drink it~"

The little Taoist trembled suddenly, his hands shaking. The scorched body of his senior brother was still in the courtyard.

Being a substitute for the master, although it meant more resources, it was truly deadly.

"What, you are not willing?"

Hearing the dissatisfaction in the Master’s tone, the little Taoist quickly took the talisman paper, realizing if he didn’t act as the substitute, he would probably be dead by now.

Watching the little Taoist take the talisman paper, the middle-aged Daoist was pleased and casually handed him a bank card.

"Take this money and give it to your parents. Although we are now people beyond the secular world, I, as your Master, am not someone petty."

The little Taoist’s face instantly turned another shade paler, no longer daring to show any reluctance.

Obediently, in front of his Master, he burned the Substitute Talisman to ash, mixed it with water, and swallowed it down.

The middle-aged Daoist, satisfied, took the bowl filled with Qu Ying’s blood and briskly walked into the house.

At this moment, Yun Ran was sitting on the bus, her fingers continuously forming gestures, mumbling under her breath.

This caused the person sitting beside her to subconsciously move away from her seat.

There were even people looking at her with pity in their eyes, as if she were a pitiful person with an illness.

The System then brought up the embarrassing issue with Yun Ran: [Host, haven’t you figured it out yet? The people on this bus are almost treating you like you’re mentally ill.]

"I’ve already figured that out. I’m now calculating other things."

Life has become unbearable; the System is like a nagging old lady, constantly worrying!

Yun Ran added, "I’m predicting lottery numbers. It’s a big task, and I’ve only worked out the winning numbers for six draws."

[Does the Host intend to buy lottery tickets?]

Yun Ran decisively refused: "No, the lottery is just chump change. I am quite wealthy now, and besides, such self-serving actions would disrupt the balance—I’d get struck by lightning as punishment from the Heavenly Dao."

Ginsengfruit: ...

Ha, Ginsengfruit now deeply understands the meaning of ’having too much time on one’s hands.’

The bus reached its terminal, with only a handful of passengers left. Yun Ran got off, carrying her bag.

Hai City truly lives up to its status as one of the top cities in domestic GDP, bustling with traffic and crowded with people, even in the suburbs.

Yun Ran started walking slowly towards a specific direction, expecting to arrive in half an hour.

As for whether this would delay things and cause Qu Ying to suffer longer, that was not her concern. It was already conscientious of her to come to the rescue.

As she walked, Yun Ran’s hands filled with various street food, quickly satiating her empty stomach.

With less than 500 meters to go, Yun Ran suddenly stopped and looked in another direction.

The Water Dragon Spirit, who was picking at his feet in a small courtyard, suddenly shivered, mechanically turning his head back.

"No way, that ferocious woman is also over here!"

The door was pushed open, startling the Dragon Spirit, only to shrink back when Ah Liang entered. He was carrying a box of stir-fried noodles and whispered, "Sold it for a good price!"

Upon hearing ’sold it for a good price,’ the Dragon Spirit’s eyes instantly lit up, eerily similar to Yun Ran’s greedy expression.

Just because others couldn’t reach into the sea didn’t mean the Dragon Spirit couldn’t; with a wave of his hand, he acquired a large collection of natural pearls and conch pearls, all of the highest quality.

He was truly fed up with being broke.

"Quick, let me see, how much money is there?"

At that moment, the Dragon Spirit perfectly embodied the saying, ’money talks,’ as the fear that had crept up due to Yun Ran’s proximity immediately vanished.

The Ghost King quietly stuck her head out, looking in the direction Yun Ran was looking: [Master, it turns out the great Dragon Spirit is here too, what a coincidence~]

The Female Ghost King, now an experienced Ghost Trader, had become quite smooth in her ways.

Even though she currently stood on Yun Ran’s side, she certainly wouldn’t leave any words behind that could offend the great Dragon Spirit.

Yun Ran wordlessly pushed the Ghost King’s head back: "Don’t keep popping out now and then. Look at what you’ve done to that black cat over there—it’s terrified."

Ginsengfruit looked over, and indeed, the cat that resembled a stray black cat seemed triggered, bristling all over, cursing in Yun Ran’s direction something awful.

Luckily, it was far enough that Yun Ran genuinely hadn’t heard what it was hissing.

Yun Ran turned her gaze away, continuing toward the target courtyard. As for the Dragon Spirit, she had two Prohibitions in place on him; he wouldn’t be able to cause any trouble.

After finishing the last skewer of grilled squid and expertly tossing the stick in the trash can, Yun Ran finally approached and knocked on the door. After all, it never hurts to be polite first.

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