My Lady Always Lacks Ambition

Chapter 696 - Capítulo 696: 680: Ghost Face Sore, Hypocrite

Capítulo 696: Chapter 680: Ghost Face Sore, Hypocrite

Yan Qishan saw the pus sore behind Zhang Hua and got so frightened that his legs wobbled. Hearing Qin Liuxi’s remark about slapping, his face twitched, and his lips quivered.

“This, how could this…” Wen Fulin, being of age, was almost fainting in fear.

Zhang Hua, seeing them in such a state, felt a surge of panic and asked, “My lady, what’s wrong? What about my poisonous sore?”

Wen Jinshe’s fingertips trembled, but she couldn’t utter a word.

“Mirror, bring a mirror.”

Zhang Hua, seeing them motionless, simply got out of bed himself, came in front of a bronze mirror, turned his head to look, and his expression became terrified. His gaunt and sunken face immediately crumbled, and with a swoop, he knocked the bronze mirror to the ground, wildly shouting, “How could this be?”

The big poisonous sore was initially festering, and now it had become pus-filled and swollen. It’s rapid flare-up was not the most severe yet.

But what brought fear was not the pus in the sore, but the fact that a lump had inexplicably formed on the wound surface, resembling a human face with complete facial features, even its mouth opening and closing, revealing two sharp fangs.

Is this still called a poisonous sore? Is it a malevolent disease?

Wen Fulin, a great scholar well versed in saintly books, didn’t dare assert confidently that this was merely a common disease.

How preposterous, since when does a disease form a human face on a sore?

“Junior Temple Master, what is this ailment called? Just a few days ago, it wasn’t like this; how could it worsen so quickly?” Wen Fulin looked toward the only calm Qin Liuxi, unconsciously leaning toward her.

Although young, facing such a terrifying sore, she remained composed as if Mount Tai was unwavering; this temperament alone made many feel ashamed.

Yan Qishan regained his composure and also moved closer to Qin Liuxi, asking, “Has he committed a sin?”

Upon hearing this, Wen Fulin was so shocked he nearly fell backward, was Yan Conghe scared silly? What nonsense is he saying?

Qin Liuxi, with her hands behind her back, looked at the already somewhat crumbling Zhang Hua and said, “Ghost Face Sore; to say he has committed a sin might actually be fitting.”

Wen Fulin: “?”

His expression became grave.

Yan Qishan felt some pain in his face.

Indeed, previously feeling his face tight, he sensed something wrong. Now it really turned out to be her slapping his face, and it hurt quite a lot.

He didn’t think Qin Liuxi was talking nonsense. Firstly, he was very clear about her abilities; she had taken him through places like Yin Road, what else could she not discern?

Moreover, he had seen such a poisonous sore before, but whose sore would grow a human face?

Only Zhang Hua’s was unique.

Not to mention him, a scholar who had read and seen the world, even common people would feel uneasy seeing this sore, wondering if this person had done something to harm their moral virtue. Otherwise, why would such a terrifying thing grow?

Ghost Face Sore, just hearing the name feels extremely terrifying.

Wen Jinshe finally managed to calm Zhang Hua down, but hearing Qin Liuxi’s words, she also felt very upset, asking, “Ghost Face Sore, what is that?”

Qin Liuxi watched Zhang Hua and said, “Mr. Zhang should know very well whose face this is.”

Zhang Hua’s pupils constricted sharply, his gaze dodging as he said to Wen Jinshe, “My dear, I’m feeling a bit dizzy and would like to rest. We can seek another doctor tomorrow, my apologies to Mr. Yan.”

Refusing guests and denying Qin Liuxi’s treatment, isn’t this a sign of a guilty conscience?

Yan Qishan looked towards his old friend, wanting to say something, but he couldn’t utter a word.

Wen Fulin frowned, looking between Zhang Hua and Qin Liuxi.

Wen Jinshe, who was raised as a man since childhood, felt a slight heaviness in her heart as she watched Zhang Hua turning away guests. She then turned to Qin Liuxi and said, “Junior Temple Master, please clarify. My husband is suddenly struck by this disease, yet you speak such harsh words, what sin has he committed?”

“People who die with grievances have great resentful energy and will seek revenge on those responsible for their wrongful death. There are many ways to seek revenge, such as planting the entire resentment within the other person, using their body to nurture a soul, just like now. This sore has been there for a long time, growing slowly over time. Mr. Zhang has a promising future and is a vegetarian; naturally, his body becomes an excellent place to nurture a soul. As the soul’s vindictive energy intensifies, it eventually forms a human face,” Qin Liuxi said indifferently, “Mrs. Wen should understand how long this sore has existed on Mr. Zhang.”

Wen Jinshe’s heart raced.

She knew exactly how long it had been there. She had seen it when they got married; it was merely the size of a small bean then. Since it did not hurt, Zhang Hua paid no heed to it.

But that bean grew larger each year, and despite drinking various decoctions to reduce heat, it was of no help. Until recently, when the sore started oozing pus with a foul smell, they panicked and sought countless doctors, to no avail.

Now, Qin Liuxi claimed it wasn’t just a simple sore but a ghost face sore, a vindictive soul seeking revenge?

“Absurd!” Wen Fulin was the first to challenge, “A gentleman does not discuss strange forces and gods. What wrongful death, not wrongful death, this is utterly fantastical nonsense, sheer balderdash.”

Here it comes, his old friend’s temper, though delayed, was inevitable.

Yan Qishan felt a buzzing in his head, tugging at Wen Fulin’s sleeve.

“Why are you pulling me? Old Yan, I trusted you to bring someone to treat my son-in-law, but listen to what she is saying? What nurturing a soul, what resentful energy, pure ghost stories!” Wen Fulin angrily shook off his sleeve.

Yan Qishan’s face darkened, saying, “I was just informed that your son-in-law’s condition has been persistent, and since the Junior Temple Master was passing by, I kindly invited her over. What are you talking about? Have you forgotten everything I mentioned before?”

“Forgotten, all forgotten! All I know is that she’s spouting nonsense about lotus seedpods,” Wen Fulin fumed.

Yan Qishan, too, was irritated: “You’re being unreasonable; there’s nothing left to say. Junior Temple Master, let’s go, we can’t cure it anyway.” He paused, then added, “As an old friend, I must remind you, since the Junior Temple Master said so, it must be his problem. Ordinary doctors certainly can’t treat this ghost face sore. You’d better find a monk or a Taoist to perform an exorcism soon, hmph!”

He pulled Qin Liuxi to leave.

Qin Liuxi said, “Mr. Yan is right, ordinary doctors can’t cure this ghost face sore. To cure it, you must seek a Taoist or a monk. This isn’t a simple disease; it’s a vindictive soul seeking revenge. Mr. Zhang, the Heavenly Dao has a cycle of reincarnation. Whatever you have done is recorded in the Merit and Demerit Record. Whether it takes revenge or not, depends on the time. The ghost face sore has already grown teeth, and soon it will begin to gnaw at your flesh, and that will be a fate worse than death. If I were you, I would honestly go back to the Zhang Family and confess and atone for your sins, otherwise…”

Zhang Hua, he carries the sin of murder.

Who he killed is evident on his back, that tender face, in conjunction with the kidnapping incident back then, it’s highly likely his own elder brother.

Having said that, Qin Liuxi walked out.

At the door, she looked at Yan Qishan, who hurriedly raised his hand, “The slap, I’ll deal with it myself.”

Slap.

What modesty, pah, nothing but a sanctimonious hypocrite, he’s blind!