Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 635: Zhu Ming Asks for Help

Chapter 635: Chapter 635: Zhu Ming Asks for Help

Mr. and Mrs. Wei had not dared to go home today, spending a long while with their two daughters in another hospital ward before coming over hesitantly, wanting to ask Zhu Ming what exactly had happened.

But what they didn’t expect was that as soon as they arrived, they heard the nurse and doctor say that Zhu Ming’s condition was getting worse.

The wound was not improving no matter what medicine was applied, even after it had been stitched up, it was deteriorating.

Mr. and Mrs. Wei grew even more anxious, both of them fully aware that Zhu Ming’s injuries were definitely not ordinary.

They were terrified that Zhu Ming had really come into contact with something filthy.

After all, that dirty thing was probably still in their house.

This time it was Zhu Ming who got hurt, next time it could be them.

They could not help but worry.

At this moment, what they wanted even more was for Zhu Ming to quickly resolve the matter.

"Where, where is my phone?"

Zhu Ming heard Mr. Wei’s question but did not respond to him; instead, with difficulty, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the hem of Mr. Wei’s clothing.

Mr. Wei took out a cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Zhu Ming, "The phone is with me; the nurse asked me to keep it for you. Master Zhu, is this matter very serious, do you need to call over other masters for assistance?"

Zhu Ming did not answer Mr. Wei but took the phone and logged into the Xuanmen Association forum.

His wound hurt fiercely; even the slightest movement felt as if it would pull at the injury, a wave of sharp pain relentless sweeping over him.

Soon, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Yet Zhu Ming seemed oblivious, clenching his teeth and opening the private chat page with Xia Xin.

He hurriedly sent a message to Xia Xin.

But after waiting for a few minutes, there was no reply from Xia Xin or anyone else from Jiaoyang Temple.

Zhu Ming was in so much pain that he nearly passed out.

Impatiently frowning, he endured the pain and opened the thread previously posted by Jiangli.

There he discovered the latest comment from Master Xiaoqiao.

Master Xiaoqiao had written about his patron’s issue and the effectiveness of Jiangli’s amulet—stating that he had called for a senior from his sect and resolved the matter.

To thank Jiangli for his amulet, otherwise, his life would have been in danger.

This comment was a huge shock to Zhu Ming.

He had not expected Jiangli to truly be capable.

But now, Jiangli was completely ignoring his private messages...

He didn’t know if it was on purpose...

Zhu Ming was in intense pain and completely unable to think further; suddenly, he remembered that Jiangli had been invited to join the forum by Xun Tianhai.

He immediately unblocked Xun Tianhai’s contact and dialed it quickly.

...

Fu Shiyan had treated Jiangli to a Western meal today.

Although the portions were small, the taste was fairly good.

Jiangli also seemed quite happy, as if he had forgotten everything that had happened today.

After the meal, Fu Shiyan first dropped off Jiangli and Xia Xin at the gates of Jiaoyang Temple.

Jiangli got out of the car and looked towards Fu Shiyan through the car window, waving his hand, "Thanks, Mr. Fu, I’ll treat you next time."

Fu Shiyan smiled and replied with an okay.

Jiangli took a few steps back and said, "Mr. Fu, you all go ahead."

Fu Shiyan’s eyebrows twitched, realizing that Jiangli probably had nothing else to do, so he nodded, "Alright."

Jiangli and Xia Xin stood by watching.

They watched as Fu Shiyan’s car left the old street.

After Fu Shiyan’s car had completely disappeared from the old street, Jiangli suddenly asked Xia Xin, "Is there a paper shop nearby?"

Xia Xin was taken aback, "A paper shop?"

Thinking he didn’t understand, Jiangli explained, "You know, a shop that makes funeral wreaths, paper effigies, paper horses."

"I know about that," Xia Xin hurriedly said, not wanting Jiangli to think he was completely unaware, "But why does the old master suddenly want to go to a paper shop? We at the temple have always abstained from working with paper offerings."