Overbearing Immortal Doctor
Chapter 221 - 221 Original text 221 Subduing the Resentful Spirit Modified

221: Original text: Chapter 221 Subduing the Resentful Spirit Modified: 221: Original text: Chapter 221 Subduing the Resentful Spirit Modified: Although nothing could be seen, the arrangement of the knives on the cutting board had undoubtedly changed, and the cause of this was most likely Zheng Xinyu’s son.

Zheng Xinyu and his wife timidly entered the kitchen, seeing Wu Xiaoyu staring intently at the knives on the cutting board, and they asked, “Ma…

Master, what happened?”

Wu Xiaoyu did not respond to them, instead he asked, “What’s your son’s name?”

The two, though confused by the sudden mention of their son, still answered truthfully, “Our son is named Zheng Qi…”

As soon as he said ‘Zheng Qi’, the knives on the cutting board suddenly shook, and the two hurriedly hid behind Wu Xiaoyu.

“Wha…

what is…

go…

going on?” Zheng Xinyu was already a bit panicked.

Fearing something might happen, Wu Xiaoyu led the two back to the living room to sit down, and asked seriously once again, “Has your son ever done anything outrageous?”

The couple had noticed that when they mentioned their son, the knives in the kitchen had moved on their own, and couldn’t help but suspect that it might be related to their son.

But although their son was not someone particularly well-behaved, he wouldn’t dare to do something as egregious as taking a life!

Zheng Xinyu, after pondering for a moment, still firmly believed that his son wouldn’t do anything so heinous, and said, “Qi’er definitely wouldn’t do anything outrageous!”

When he mentioned his son’s name again, there was another eerie clattering sound in the kitchen, as if declaring that he was speaking lies.

Wu Xiaoyu stared at the two once more and saw that the Black Qi on Zheng Xinyu’s forehead was growing more intense, while his wife’s forehead remained healthy and radiant, with no abnormality.

If their son had done something so monstrous as to anger the gods and spirits, his wife should also be suffering from bad luck, shouldn’t she?

In a flash, various inherited pieces of knowledge sped through Wu Xiaoyu’s mind, and he began linking this situation to a specific possibility.

Wu Xiaoyu looked Zheng Xinyu in the eyes and asked, “Have the father and son done anything to wrong your wife?”

With the words just out of his mouth, the two were stunned, then fell into silence and sadness.

After a long time, Zheng Xinyu finally spoke, “The thing I feel most guilty about towards my wife is making her have a miscarriage…”

Fuck!

Wu Xiaoyu felt extremely awkward upon hearing such a secret, and didn’t even know where to look.

Zheng Xinyu’s wife, hearing this, defended him, “It wasn’t Xinyu’s fault.

I had a disturbance in pregnancy, and I was not young at the time.

If I hadn’t had a miscarriage, it could have been life-threatening.

He was thinking about my well-being!”

From this awkward explanation, Wu Xiaoyu caught the key detail and asked, “So, what caused the disturbance in pregnancy?”

Zheng Xinyu explained, “Qi’er didn’t do well in the college entrance exam that year.

His mother wanted him to repeat a year, but he didn’t want to, and they argued.

As a result…”

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiaoyu understood completely what was going on.

No wonder he only saw Black Qi on Zheng Xinyu’s forehead and didn’t see any ghost; it turned out it was an unformed spirit.

Wu Xiaoyu remained silent for a while, then opened his mouth to speak, “I think I understand what’s happening now!

You had the miscarriage three years ago, right?”

Zheng Xinyu’s wife, surprised, nodded repeatedly and said with a sorrowful expression, “Yes, it was three years ago…”

“That’s it!

The fetus that was miscarried back then must have been four or five months old.

Its mind had already developed, but it failed to be born, hence resentful energy gathered.

Over three years, it has formed a resentful spirit!” Wu Xiaoyu explained.

Zheng Xinyu found it hard to believe these words, yet didn’t know what to say, while his wife’s eyes reddened and tears began to form.

To explain why Zheng Xinyu’s wife was unharmed, perhaps the only answer could be summed up in one word: ‘love.’

To Zheng Xinyu and his son, the unborn child might have been only a regret, but to a mother, it left an indelible scar.

Learning that everything happening now was due to the fetus that didn’t get to be born three years ago, the two were at a loss for what to do.

Zheng Xinyu remained silent, rubbed his forehead, unsure of how to decide.

His wife couldn’t help but sob, leaving Wu Xiaoyu, caught in the middle, feeling quite helpless.

“Is there…

a way to deal with it?” Zheng Xinyu finally looked up and asked, steeling himself.

Before Wu Xiaoyu could respond, his wife suddenly stood up and accused, “How can you be so heartless?

Isn’t killing it once enough?”

Zheng Xinyu’s eyebrows furrowed deeply.

He took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag before explaining, “I’m doing this for Qi’er and the well-being of this family!”

“It…

is gone now, it’s just a…

a resentful spirit.

Do you expect me and our son to be buried with it?”

Hearing this, his wife fell silent.

As a mother, she naturally didn’t want anything to happen to her son.

However, feeling already guilty about the unborn child, how could she bear to confront it now?

Seeing the two unable to make a decision, Wu Xiaoyu kindly reminded them, “It doesn’t have much wisdom, only resentment.

From a certain perspective, resolving it is also in its best interest!”

With Wu Xiaoyu saying this, Zheng Xinyu no longer had any concerns and decisively said, “Then…

please resolve it!”

Wu Xiaoyu turned to Zheng Xinyu’s wife, who didn’t voice agreement but also didn’t refuse, so he told Zheng Xinyu, “Send someone to get some yellow paper and vermillion.”

Seeing that his wife didn’t object, Zheng Xinyu quickly called his driver to bring some yellow paper and vermillion over.

The driver, being one of the most trusted individuals around the boss, naturally was trusted completely to handle this matter without letting it leak.

In no time, the driver rushed in with a leather bag, handed it to Zheng Xinyu without saying a word, and then left just as swiftly.

Taking the yellow paper, Wu Xiaoyu glanced at the clock on the wall and said to the couple, “If possible, you two should not sleep here tonight!

Don’t worry, I won’t mess with your belongings!”

Zheng Xinyu said sheepishly, “Of course!

We definitely trust you!

Tonight, we’ll stay outside, and everything is in your hands!”

After giving them some final instructions, Wu Xiaoyu, led by Zheng Xinyu, went to the study to start preparing the yellow talisman.

Before long, dusk turned to night, and Wu Xiaoyu went downstairs, finding only a note left by the couple with some polite compliments.

As the night grew deeper but not yet reaching midnight, Wu Xiaoyu took some fruit from the fridge, turned on the TV to pass the time.

In the past, dealing with resentful spirits and such would have made him too nervous to relax, but now he had entered the Qi Refining Realm, had Spirit Talismans at hand, and could project Spiritual Power outward to harm yin objects, giving him confidence.

Time ticked away slowly, and as the moon gradually hid behind thick clouds, the world grew silent, and Wu Xiaoyu increasingly felt a chilling atmosphere in the house.

When the clock on the wall struck midnight, strange sounds began to echo through the house.

Wu Xiaoyu knew that the resentful spirit was coming, so he pretended to be at ease while holding tightly to the Spirit Talisman in his hand, ready to strike as soon as it appeared.