Chapter 64

In addition to buying an airplane ticket for Xiong Zhiqi, Zhao Zhu decided to fly to Shenzhen Bao'an International Airport with Xiong Zhiqi the next day. The flight was on time, and the two quickly boarded the plane.

Zhao Zhu's mother had booked a business class seat for him, and naturally, Zhao Zhu also booked a business class seat for Xiong Zhiqi. The environment was relatively more comfortable. Since they were going back for his aunt's birthday party, Zhao Zhu paid special attention to his attire. He was already a handsome guy, and now he was dressed very neatly, wearing high-end clothes and a luxury watch, which made the flight attendants unable to resist glancing at him. Such a handsome, young, and wealthy man was often the favorite "prey" of these flight attendants.

Under normal circumstances, Zhao Zhu wouldn't have objected to flirting with the flight attendants, or even secretly touching them and leaving his phone number for future close interactions. However, after practicing hand seals all night, Zhao Zhu was very tired. Not long after the plane took off, he put on the eye mask he had prepared and began to rest.

Xiong Zhiqi, on the other hand, was quite envious of the flight attendants, but unfortunately, they didn't seem interested in him. The fat guy looked like a lecher, and the flight attendants were very discerning; they wouldn't waste time on a country bumpkin.

However, Xiong Zhiqi was actually quite wealthy. The most important thing was that he had Zhao Zhu, a rich second generation, by his side. With Zhao Zhu's financial support, it would be more than enough to maintain a relationship with a flight attendant. If Xiong Zhiqi wanted to make some money, it would be very easy. But for people like him, the purpose of life was no longer just about money. After all, having money was one thing, but having the life to enjoy it was another.

When the plane arrived in Shanghai, it was just past noon. Zhao Zhu and Xiong Zhiqi pushed their small suitcases out of the airport, where a driver arranged by Zhao Zhu's mother was already waiting.

"Wow, Brother Zhao, I really feel like I'm in a TV drama now."

If it weren't for reading "The Terror of Web Novels" and joining the reader group, Xiong Zhiqi would probably still be an ordinary nobody in Shenzhen. It was this terrifying opportunity, which could even cost him his life or expose him to the supernatural, that completely changed Xiong Zhiqi's life.

The driver got out of the car, and an elderly man in a Tang suit got out of the passenger seat. The old man was the butler of Zhao Zhu's parents' household and had a body trained in martial arts. When Zhao Zhu's father saved the old man's family from food poisoning when Zhao Zhu wasn't even born, the old man repaid the favor by serving the Zhao family.

"Master, you're back. Grandfather and Madam have been missing you very much."

"Uncle Ding, thank you for coming to pick me up. This is my friend, Xiong."

"Hello, Uncle Ding, my name is Xiong Zhiqi."

"Alright, Master and Mr. Xiong, please get in the car. Madam has prepared a meal for you at home, and it's already getting late."

Uncle Ding opened the car door for Zhao Zhu, and Zhao Zhu and Xiong Zhiqi got in. The car was spacious, with a small dining table inside. After getting in, Uncle Ding poured a glass of wine for Zhao Zhu and Xiong Zhiqi, then sat down and closed his eyes to rest. However, the old man noticed that his young master's aura had changed significantly in just a year, a change that could be described as earth-shattering. As a martial artist, he was very sensitive to such changes.

The car drove for about twenty minutes before entering a high-end villa area. Although Zhao Zhu's father still had work in Shenzhen, he usually worked in Shanghai and Beijing, organizing medical teams to handle major medical incidents. Zhao Zhu's mother's medical business had long expanded beyond Shenzhen and was widespread. She lived with her husband.

After verifying the room card and under the watchful eyes of several security personnel, Zhao Zhu and Xiong Zhiqi finally entered the house. The interior was elegantly decorated, and Zhao Zhu's mother, wearing an apron, came out to greet them, holding Zhao Zhu's hand and looking him over. When introducing Xiong Zhiqi, Zhao Zhu's mother directly gave him a red envelope, which Xiong Zhiqi blushed and accepted, as it was a custom for elders to give a red envelope to younger people when meeting for the first time.

The three sat down, and Zhao Zhu began serving his mother, asking, "Where's Dad?"

"Your father is busy and won't be home for lunch. He might not even be home for dinner. He might not be able to attend your aunt's birthday party tomorrow."

"Is he very busy?"

"One of the central leaders has some health issues, and your father must be with the medical team to monitor the situation."

Zhao Zhu nodded, understanding that this was a significant matter, and his father had no choice but to be involved.

Zhao Zhu's mother, Wu Xiuya, was a good cook, and the dishes she prepared were very delicious. Xiong Zhiqi ate until his stomach was full, praising the food, which made Zhao's mother laugh.

After the meal, Wu Xiuya had to return to the company to handle some affairs, leaving Zhao Zhu and Xiong Zhiqi in the villa. This was inevitable, as both parents had their own careers to manage, and it was difficult to take care of the family.

"Xiong, can you still move?" Zhao Zhu patted Xiong Zhiqi's belly.

"Still okay, ha ha." Xiong Zhiqi laughed, a bit embarrassed.

"Come on, didn't you want some Chinese herbs to brew medicinal wine? My father's study has a lot of stock. I'll help you find some."

"This... wouldn't that be inappropriate..."

"Herbs are only valuable when they are used. Why keep them as treasures?"

Zhao Zhu led Xiong Zhiqi to the third floor of the villa, to the innermost room, which was his father's study. The room was spacious, with many books, ancient artifacts, and medical texts. There were also large shelves with various herbs, such as ginseng, which his father would often tend to. The study not only gave a sense of ancient elegance but also had a faint medicinal aroma.

"Here, take whatever ginseng you need. I'll talk to my father later."

"Alright." Seeing that Zhao Zhu was so generous, Xiong Zhiqi didn't hesitate and began to select some.

Zhao Zhu walked to the bookshelf and casually flipped through some medical texts.

Suddenly, Xiong Zhiqi exclaimed, "Brother Zhao, come and look. Why is there this in your father's study?"

Zhao Zhu walked over and saw that Xiong Zhiqi was pointing to a palm-sized ginseng. However, this ginseng was darker in color than ordinary ginseng, but there was nothing else unusual about it.

"I thought it was just ordinary ginseng, but when I touched it, I knew something was wrong. This thing has yin energy inside it. Ginseng is a yang herb, used to replenish the body's fire. How could it have yin energy?"

"What do you mean?"

"This isn't ginseng; it's ghost ginseng! Ghost ginseng absorbs the yang energy of nearby living beings to nourish itself. Prolonged exposure can lead to physical depletion or even a shortened lifespan."

As Xiong Zhiqi spoke, he took out a bottle of tiger tooth powder from his pocket, sprinkled some on the ginseng, and a mist began to spread. The mist above the ginseng started to change, forming a grotesque face, as if it had endured countless sufferings, filled with strong resentment. Zhao Zhu, whose mental constitution had been enhanced, could also sense this aura.

"The cultivation method for ghost ginseng is cruel. When it's young, it is placed on a child to feed on the child's essence and blood. After the child dies, it is transferred to an adult. The person being parasitized suffers unimaginable physical and spiritual torment, and their resentment is absorbed and transformed by the ghost ginseng."

"I'll call my father and ask who gave him this."

Zhao Zhu took out his phone. He knew that most of the herbs in the study were gifts from his father's friends and colleagues, and his father rarely bought them himself.

"Brother Zhao, if you find out who did this, what do you plan to do?" Xiong Zhiqi asked.

"What do I plan to do? I'll destroy their entire family!" Zhao Zhu's face was dark. Although he wasn't very close to his father, the sudden realization that someone was trying to harm his father made his anger boil.

The call connected.

"Hello, Zhu, why are you calling your father?" Zhao Zhu's father sounded surprised, as he knew his son usually only contacted his mother.

"Father, who gave you the ginseng in the purple packaging in your study?"

"Hmm, what, you like it? Do you want it? Take it then."

"Who gave it to you?"

"This... the purple packaging... Oh, I remember. Your aunt gave it to me the day before yesterday. She said your cousin found a good ginseng and asked your aunt to give it to me. Ha ha, look at how considerate your future wife is, knowing how to respect her elders, even though I didn't find anything special about that ginseng."

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