After Descending the Mountain, Seven Big Brothers Spoil Me - Chapter 785

Chapter 785: Xi Mo Is in Trouble
Could it be that this so-called Chen Jiu is not a name at all, but a sequence?

If that’s the case, then there must be some kind of conspiracy.

Such coincidences don’t just happen.

Commander’s face darkened, and he said sternly, “Investigate. Start immediately!”

This was a crucial matter, and within a day, the remaining individuals responsible for destroying the Dragon Vein were also captured.

Zhouzhou, as usual, threw them into the “Torture from Hell Talisman” first. After they confessed everything, she threw them back again.

As expected, the mastermind behind them was Chen Yi to Chen Shi, ranked in order. (Notes: Yi means One, Shi means Ten)

Based on their descriptions, it was basically confirmed that they were all the same person.

“Damn it!” Commander slammed the table in anger. “They were tampering with things right under our noses, and we didn’t even notice!”

He was furious.

Zhouzhou was also livid. “Catch him! Catch him right away!”

So much merit, just gone like that!

The more Zhouzhou thought about it, the more heartbroken she became. She clutched her chest, crying, “Ouch, ouch.”

The tense atmosphere suddenly became a bit comical.

Commander, who was about to lose his temper, was amused by the little girl.

He chuckled, patting her head. “Alright, we’ll definitely catch him. No more ‘ouch’.”

Zhouzhou nodded but didn’t stop her “ouching.”

They might catch the person, but her merit had been used to repair the Dragon Vein. It couldn’t be recovered.

Thinking of this, Zhouzhou felt even worse and began quietly sobbing while sitting on the Ancestral Master’s foot.

This time, the little girl was genuinely upset. Her tears flowed silently, making her seem even more pitiful.

Ye Lingfeng’s heart sank. He stroked Zhouzhou’s little head, his eyes filled with cold fury.

“First, let’s find out who the person is,” he said to Xi Mo.

Once they had him, they could decide whether to flay him or pull out his tendons.

“Got it,” Xi Mo nodded, immediately leaving with his team.

Seeing Zhouzhou so distressed, Ye Lingfeng tried to change the subject. “That bad guy will be caught soon. Why don’t we figure out how to deal with him when he gets here?”

As he spoke, he pointed at the captives. “Let’s practice on them first. Use whatever makes them hurt the most.”

Sure enough, Zhouzhou’s attention shifted.

She stared at the captives, clenched her little fists tightly, and nodded in agreement.

“That’s right, my Torture from Hell Talisman needs an upgrade!”

The little bit of pain they were in was nothing compared to the pain of losing her merit!

The black-clad captives enduring the talisman’s torture: “!”

They glared at Ye Lingfeng through the talisman, seething with resentment.

You’re noble and great, using us to entertain your daughter!

Sensing their thoughts, Ye Lingfeng sneered.

Daring to make Zhouzhou lose her merit and making her this upset—he was restraining himself by not dealing with them personally!

But this wasn’t right either.

If he didn’t get involved, how would he feel satisfied?

With this in mind, he rubbed his chin and said, “I should think up some new punishments.”

Though he spoke lightly, the captives shuddered.

They didn’t know his methods yet, but they could tell just by looking at him—this man was trouble, real trouble!

However, only those who had experienced Zhouzhou’s torment knew that this little girl was the true menace.

Ye Lingfeng might hurt their bodies, but Zhouzhou could make their very souls tremble!

Under their terrified gazes, Zhouzhou waved her hand and took the talismans with the captives to the next room.

The captives didn’t think much of it at first. They were already in unbearable pain—how could it get worse?

But before long, their screams echoed from the room.

It hurt—hurt too much!

Ye Lingfeng, unconcerned, yawned as he listened to their cries.

Serves them right.

Who did they think they were messing with, Zhouzhou?

Regret.

They regretted it deeply.

But a few years ago, when they destroyed the Dragon Vein, they hadn’t known they’d run into Zhouzhou.

If they had known, no amount of money would have convinced them to do it!

Soon, night fell. After a busy day, Zhouzhou looked at the captives, who were now in too much pain to scream, and left, satisfied, patting her little hands.

The Ancestral Master glanced at the captives and quickly followed her.

Once they were in her room, he spoke, “Zhouzhou, once we catch the bad guy and deal with him, there’s a good chance you’ll get your merit back.”

Zhouzhou paused, tilting her head to look at him. “Ancestral Master, why didn’t you say that earlier?”

“Would it have made a difference?”

No.

Whether she could get it back or not, she still would have punished them.

Realizing this, Zhouzhou didn’t mind anymore and asked excitedly, “Really, I can get it back? But if I do, what about the Dragon Vein?”

“It’s not the merit used for the Dragon Vein,” the Ancestral Master said.

Seeing Zhouzhou’s eagerness, he didn’t keep her in suspense and explained, “The merit you’ll get back is the reward for saving the Dragon Vein.”

The Dragon Vein affects the feng shui of an entire area. With such a significant matter, the heavens would surely reward them.

Who knows, there might even be a rain of merit as a bonus.

But merit rain was rare, so he didn’t hold out too much hope for that.

As long as he could get back his precious golden girl, that was enough.

Hearing this, Zhouzhou’s face finally lit up with a smile.

The captives: “…” So, no one’s going to plead on our behalf?

Zhouzhou didn’t care about them.

They had done wrong. If she and the Ancestral Master hadn’t discovered what they were up to, countless innocent people would have suffered.

This punishment was well deserved—they weren’t being wronged at all.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have to deal with her—heavenly lightning would have struck them down.

As a flower of the Mystery Sect, Zhouzhou had high expectations from heaven.

It wouldn’t spoil or pamper her.

Just look at thousands of years ago, when cultivators had to beg for heavenly lightning, which only grudgingly appeared as a trial.

Most people didn’t even get that chance.

Fortunately, Zhouzhou didn’t know heaven’s inner thoughts. Otherwise, she would have thrown a fit, maybe even staged a performance.

What did those people cultivate? Immortal arts! All she knew was mysticism!

And all this flesh was from eating regular food!

Good thing she didn’t have time to dwell on it—her mind was set on earning back her merit.

However, days passed, and she didn’t get it back.

Instead, Xi Mo left and hadn’t returned.

On the fifth morning, Ye Lingfeng came in with a dark expression. “Zhouzhou, calculate your uncle’s fate.”

Hearing this, Zhouzhou’s heart skipped a beat, and a sense of dread washed over her.

She didn’t dare delay and immediately began divining.

As soon as she saw the hexagram, her heart sank.

Something terrible had happened to her uncle!