Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family Chapter 640 - 640 Scared

Chapter 640 - 640 Scared

640 Scared

Yan Zhiyuan was furious when he heard that Yan Qingyun was still alive. What kind of monster was that? Why wasn’t he dead yet?

Yan Zhiyuan suppressed his anger and asked, “Did he become strange? Are you sure you saw it clearly?”

How could a person not die? Yan Zhiyuan suspected that the servants must have seen wrongly. Could there be a change, but no one had discovered it? The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case.

Yan Zhiyuan stared at the servant. “Go in and take a closer look. See if his nails have grown longer and if his teeth have grown back. See if there are any strange things growing on his limbs. Go!”

The servants did not dare to disobey Yan Zhiyuan’s order. Even though they had already checked him once, they still turned back and went back into the house to check Yan Qingyun’s body again.

Yan Zhiyuan’s atrocities had already caused a lot of dissatisfaction in the mansion, but no one dared to say anything.

Even if they were slaves and would always submit to others, if the patriarch died and there was a chance, and when the hatred was too deep, they would take the chance to overthrow him.

It was precisely because they did not have a good life in the main family that they could easily grasp the olive branches or poisonous branches that extended in from the outside.

A storm was brewing, but Yan Zhiyuan had not noticed it yet.

Yan Qingyun was on his last breath. He didn’t even have any water or food. He was already a little disfigured.

Yan Zhiyuan paced back and forth outside. When the servant came out, he asked hurriedly, “How is it?”

Did he grow long nails or sharp teeth? In any case, he had turned into a monster.

The servants lowered their heads and reported, “Master, Old Master is the same as before. There are no changes. His breath is very weak.”

His breathing was very weak. After a long time, one could see his chest rise and fall. He was barely breathing, but he was not dead.

Yan Zhiyuan wondered if the servants had seen wrongly.

He looked at the sky. It was broad daylight now. Even demons and ghosts should have some reservations.

Yan Zhiyuan calmed down and said coldly, “Open all the windows and get a few bronze mirrors to reflect the sunlight into the room.”

Even evil beings were afraid of the sun. If he was exposed to the sun, Yan Qingyun would definitely die.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhiyuan gave the order.

The scorching sun shone into the room through the bronze mirror, illuminating the entire dark room.

Yan Zhiyuan entered the room.

He stood a little further away and observed Yan Qingyun carefully.

He didn’t know if it was a psychological effect, but the more he looked at Yan Qingyun, the more he felt that he was like an evil spirit. It made his heart tremble.

Yan Qingyun smiled, and that smile made Yan Zhiyuan feel very uncomfortable. He knew that his father was mocking him for being incompetent. He used to be suppressed by him, but now that he was lying down, he was still being suppressed by him.

“Why aren’t you dead?”

Yan Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and asked.

He wanted to know the answer. If Yan Qingyun didn’t die like this, he wouldn’t know what to do.

He was afraid. He didn’t dare to give him anything to eat, afraid that he wouldn’t die after eating it. However, if Yan Qingyun didn’t eat, he would lose weight. His skin seemed to be stuck tightly to his bones, looking very terrifying.

The sunlight shone on Yan Qingyun, but he didn’t see Yan Qingyun’s pained expression.

Yan Zhiyuan clenched his fists and went to get some cinnabar, glutinous rice, rune copper coins, and all kinds of things that could exorcize and ward off evil spirits. He piled them on Yan Qingyun’s bed, but Yan Qingyun did not show any fear or pain.

Two days later, Yan Zhiyuan was about to go crazy. By the fifteenth day, Yan Qingyun was still alive and he had been applying for leave. He would definitely attract the attention of the emperor, and the imperial physicians would come to see him.

What could he do?

He did everything he could think of, including hiring some capable people to perform rituals, but Yan Qingyun was not abnormal at all. He still looked like he was about to die. He was thinner and had lost a lot of hair.

He was like a withered tree branch, lifeless and ugly.

Yan Zhiyuan was so anxious that he could not eat anymore. There were blisters in his mouth. He wanted to do it again many times, but he stopped at the door and did not dare to go in.

On the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, Yan Zhiyuan had a dream.

In his dream, he dreamed of the little Daoist priest that he had chased away on the first day of the year. What happened that day replayed in his dream.

After Yan Zhiyuan woke up, he had an epiphany.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead and shouted anxiously, “Someone, someone, prepare the carriage. I want to leave the residence!”

Regardless of whether it was useful or not, he had to make a trip to the Su family. Didn’t that little Daoist say that he came here to end his fate?

In the past, Yan Zhiyuan would never have believed it. But now, he was not so sure. To be honest, he regretted doing such a thing before Yan Qingyun’s death, but it was too late. He had done what he should and should not have done.

Yan Qingyun could not die. He was also scared.

Now, as long as Yan Qingyun could die, he felt that he could do anything.

Yan Zhiyuan left the mansion in the middle of the night and rushed to the Su residence. He calmed himself down and ordered the attendant, “Go and knock on the door.”

At dawn, the servant was about to knock on the door when it opened.

After Little Niu came out of the door, he closed it gently and stopped not far from Yan Zhiyuan.

Yan Zhiyuan got a shock when he saw him. He broke out in cold sweat and stuttered, “You, you knew that I was coming?”

Why did Little Niu come out at this time? This was too much of a coincidence. It was so coincidental that it was unbelievable.

Little Niu bowed to Yan Zhiyuan and said calmly, “Fate told me, but things are different now. The last time I came to visit, I didn’t need anything from you to help my fated one. But today, I can’t help you for free.”

Yan Zhiyuan frowned and gritted his teeth. “What do you want? Tell me.”

This matter was too mysterious. He could not resolve it himself, and he did not dare to delay any longer. Who knew if that old monster would continue to live? If he could continue to live, then he would be in the residence. How terrifying would that be?

Yan Zhiyuan did not dare to think about it. As long as he could send Yan Qingyun away, he could agree to anything.

Little Niu smiled and looked in Yan Zhiyuan’s direction. “I want a tear of fear from you.”

“What?”

Yan Zhiyuan frowned.

Little Niu’s smile was deep. “After I take this tear, you will be able to completely get rid of the shadow your father brought you. You will never be afraid of him for the rest of your life, be it when he was alive or after he died.”

Yan Zhiyuan’s expression was a little unnatural. In front of him was a blind person, but he seemed to have seen through him.

It was just a tear. Yan Zhiyuan agreed without much hesitation. “Sure, I will give it to you. Come with me now.”

He really did not want to see that old thing for a moment longer.

Yan Zhiyuan invited Little Niu into the carriage, and Little Niu told Yan Zhiyuan to close his eyes.

Yan Zhiyuan was frustrated. What was going on? He only heard something ringing beside his ear, and he seemed to have been frozen in place.