Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 392: Call Master Mu

Chapter 392: Chapter 392: Call Master Mu

Liao Qianqian stood behind Fu Yuxing, watching him scramble desperately toward the door on his hands and knees, like a dog struggling for life.

"Yuxing, what happened, what’s going on inside?"

Fu Xinyue’s voice came from outside.

It seemed she heard the sound of Fu Yuxing falling and sensed that something was amiss, so she directly tried turning the doorknob.

The room’s door was initially locked from the inside.

Fu Xinyue twisted the knob several times, but couldn’t open the door.

Fu’er saw this and hooked her finger.

Fu Xinyue, who was desperately trying to open the door, suddenly heard a click, and to her surprise, the previously shut door swung open.

Fu Xinyue rushed in and saw Fu Yuxing on the ground, his neck covered in wounds that looked like scratch marks.

His hands were covered in blood, especially at the fingertips, matching the wounds on his neck, as if he had scratched himself.

Fu Xinyue, while startled, went to assist him and couldn’t help but complain with frustration, "Fu Yuxing, what on earth happened to you? I know you like thrills, but you shouldn’t be this harsh on yourself!"

She had always known that her brother had some peculiar tendencies.

But she never imagined that Fu Yuxing would do this to himself.

Fu Yuxing was suffering from lack of oxygen to the brain at the moment and couldn’t hear Fu Xinyue’s voice; his eardrums throbbed with pain, and he kept hearing tinnitus, lying paralyzed on the ground, unable to move.

Fu Xinyue noticed that something was seriously wrong with Fu Yuxing’s condition, but there was no one else in the room besides him.

Seeing the scratches on the neck and Fu Yuxing’s hands, Fu Xinyue thought it over but still believed that he had done this to himself.

"You’re really getting out of hand... I’ll go get a doctor for you," she complained while struggling to help Fu Yuxing sit up on the bed.

Fu Yuxing recovered slightly and grabbed Fu Xinyue’s hand firmly to prevent her from leaving.

Fu Xinyue looked at him, puzzled, "What’s wrong, are you feeling unwell?"

"No, don’t get a doctor..." A broken, hoarse voice squeezed out from Fu Yuxing’s throat, sounding as if it were being scraped against gravel, causing one’s scalp to tingle.

Hearing this, Fu Xinyue smiled ambiguously, "What’s the matter, afraid people will find out that you’ve tortured yourself into this state?"

Fu Yuxing’s vision was still blurred, barely able to make out Fu Xinyue’s face, but his ringing ears began to ease.

Struggling to catch what Fu Xinyue was saying, Fu Yuxing knew he was misunderstood, yet he couldn’t focus on explaining, "Call, call Master Mu..."

Fu Xinyue was aware that Wan Qing and Fu Yuxing usually had interactions with a Master Mu, but still...

"Why call Master Mu at this hour?" Fu Xinyue didn’t understand.

Fu Yuxing shook his head slightly, enduring the pain as he said, "There’s, there’s a ghost here, call, call Master Mu over..."

As he spoke, Fu Yuxing, hardly able to stabilize his trembling hands, took his cellphone out of his pocket and handed it to Fu Xinyue.

Fu Xinyue, full of doubts, took the phone, "A ghost?" She chuckled, "Yuxing, have you been watching too many ghost movies? It’s not even completely dark outside yet, and besides, this is the real world; where do ghosts come from? You believe in that supernatural stuff?"

Fu Yuxing was almost frantic, glaring at Fu Xinyue with his swollen, bloodshot eyes, and gritted his teeth, "There is really a ghost! Quick, call Master Mu!"

Fu Xinyue was startled by his intense, bloodshot gaze and muttered under his threatening look, "I’ll call, I’ll call. It’s just a phone call anyway, there are no ghosts in this world, it won’t make a difference..."

Mumbling to herself, she still turned on Fu Yuxing’s phone, looked for Master Mu’s contact information, and dialed the number.