Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 633: Apologizing to the Ancestor

Chapter 633: Chapter 633: Apologizing to the Ancestor

Ning Mu stood in the elevator, giving Shen Miao one last look. There was sorrow and desolation in his eyes, which finally settled into indifference.

The elevator doors closed, as if also severing the past between him and Shen Miao for good.

Jiangli and Fu Shiyan stood nearby, listening to Ning Mu as he seemed to be talking to himself.

"Do you think he regrets it now?"

Shang Junxiao glanced at Jiangli and Fu Shiyan, not daring to speak.

Jiangli and Fu Shiyan wore impassive expressions, as if they hadn’t heard a thing.

Seeing this, Xia Xin also remained silent.

Perhaps Ning Mu had never needed anyone else’s answers.

When he was about to exit the elevator, Jiangli asked Ning Mu, "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes, or would you like to see your family?"

Ning Mu paused, looking dejected as he shook his head. "There’s no need."

His mother had remarried, and his grandparents had passed away in the previous two years.

There was nothing here for him anymore.

Nor was there anyone he wished to see again.

Hearing this, Jiangli temporarily placed Ning Mu into the Soul Nurturing Talisman to keep Jian Lewei company.

They would send the two of them off together later.

After leaving Shen Miao’s house, Jiangli and Fu Shiyan got into the car.

Fu Shiyan glanced at the time; it was already past twelve, time for lunch.

Fu Shiyan turned to Jiangli with a gentle voice, "Lili, is there anything in particular you’d like to eat? I’ll treat you today."

Jiangli perked up at the mention of food. "Sure."

Fu Shiyan smiled softly, "So, what would you like to eat?"

Jiangli thought for a moment. "Anything is fine, as long as it’s delicious."

Fu Shiyan couldn’t help but chuckle. "Alright."

Jiangli’s lips curved into a small smile.

However, Xia Xin and Shang Junxiao in the back seat were not so relaxed.

After a moment of silence, Shang Junxiao timidly asked, "Abbot, should we hold a ritual to help Ning Mu’s soul pass on?"

Jiangli nodded, "Yes, we can do that. Although he didn’t commit suicide, his violent death might lead to resentment, making it difficult for his soul to reincarnate. It’s always good to perform a ritual."

Relieved by Jiangli’s response, Shang Junxiao said, "Okay, let’s conduct the ritual then. Also, Abbot...I had misunderstood you before, I’m sorry..."

As he spoke, he anxiously looked at Jiangli.

Jiangli responded indifferently with a hum, indicating acknowledgment.

Non-committal.

Shang Junxiao couldn’t quite grasp Jiangli’s thoughts and didn’t dare to speak carelessly anymore.

He was filled with regret, profound regret.

He had been too hasty, not thinking things through.

How could he make amends now?

While Shang Junxiao was at a loss, an incident occurred at B city hospital.

Zhu Ming was now at the hospital.

The previous night, he had attempted to retrieve something possibly hidden in Boss Wei’s house.

He did find the object.

But Zhu Ming had never anticipated that he was no match for it.

He had used all the life-saving and exorcising items he carried, and after great difficulty in temporarily repelling the entity, he had lost half his life, collapsing in Boss Wei’s house, and was eventually brought to the hospital by Boss Wei’s family.

Zhu Ming didn’t wake up until the afternoon.

Upon awakening and seeing the excessively bright ceiling, he was startled and instinctively tried to sit up.

However, as he moved slightly, he tugged at the IV needle in his body, causing an excruciating pain as if his wound was ripped open.

Zhu Ming gasped, his face ghastly pale, as he fell back onto the bed, appearing as if he were barely clinging to life.

"What’s going on here?"

The nurse entered, saw Zhu Ming collapsed on the bed, covered in cold sweat, and immediately asked, "Did you move your wound? Where is your family? Weren’t they told to watch you carefully? How come there’s no one here?"