Chapter 59: 59 Of course, it's still her job to wipe the ass of this mortal realm

59 Of course, it's still her job to wipe the ass of this mortal realm.

As Zhuo Sui's voice grew louder and louder, unable to bear it any longer, Mu Ling's tears slid down her face and dropped onto the red rose on her shoulder.

Her face was already somewhat pale, and now it had lost all color.

After being reborn, she had actually let go of many things.

She had been trying hard to let go.

While waiting in line on the Naihe Bridge to be reincarnated, she had heard too many other people's tales of love and separation, of grudges and hatred.

Only then did she realize that the love that made her willingly die for it was nothing special.

But although she had realized this, resentment doesn't accumulate overnight; having become a ghost, with no relatives to perform rites for her, it naturally couldn't dissipate quickly.

As it turned out, against all expectations, she somehow never got to drink Mengpo's Soup.

Thus she was reborn, carrying her memories and resentment from her past life.

It was fine when she was young, but as she grew older, her resentment became increasingly obvious.

Inside her body, it was as if a voice constantly urged her to find him.

During this time, she always felt as if she were being controlled.

She would unconsciously resort to heretical methods to find someone.

For example, she had intuitively mastered the Ghost Method.

Her fresh blood, mixed with the ash of a talisman bearing her birth characters, soaked into silk thread, together with her own hair mixed in, was embroidered onto her clothing.

Then she could use that embroidered item to find the person she sought.

As long as that person came within ten meters of her embroidery, she could instantly sense them.

But none of this was what she wanted!

She truly didn't want to continue like this.

In such a good era, she only wanted to properly enjoy her new life.

But Zhuo Sui's words just now seemed to have stimulated her.

Mu Ling slowly clenched her fists and closed her eyes.

She was desperately trying to control her emotions, not wanting that resentment to cloud her vision, but her body kept trembling.

The rose, which had turned back to a bright red, now turned back to a deep red.

But this time, unlike before, the rose petals also showed a tendency to turn black.

Mu Ling felt her body gradually slipping out of control; she wanted to step away, but the more she did, the stronger the resentment within her pulled her toward Zhuo Sui.

Suddenly, she flung her eyes open, the depths filled with scarlet unwillingness.

She raised her hand to grab Zhuo Sui.

But a soft, white hand suddenly pressed down on her shoulder, making it hard for her to move forward at all.

Mu Ling looked back, her gaze like an ice blade.

Upon seeing Tushan Jiu behind her, she first flashed a look of surprise, then spat out two words harshly: "Let go!"

Tushan Jiu shook her head and honestly replied, "Not letting go."

Lu Ze Yuan, who had just entered, looked at the full private room and then said with a smile, "The ambulance is here; why don't we send the aunt to the hospital on the ambulance to get checked out first?"

Xiao Yingwei, covering the hand that had been scratched and left a red mark, glanced back and forth between Tushan Jiu and Mu Ling, then quickly agreed:

"Yes, hurry, take the second aunt to the hospital to check if her bones are okay! The rest can wait; it's not urgent since we've found the child—everything else doesn't matter."

He said this also to dispel Zhuo Sui's lingering hesitation.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Zhuo Sui's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed a bit.

Huang Manlin still wanted to say something, but Xiao Yingwei directly pulled her away.

A crowd of people swaggered out of the private room.

Mu Ling turned one foot toward the door, but her body simply refused to move.

This action caused her to lose balance and she fell to the ground.

Xie Shiyu glanced at Tushan Jiu.

Tushan Jiu nodded.

The three of them retreated from the private room and closed the door.

However, they didn't leave; Lu Ze Yuan and Qi Chen smoked in the hallway, while Xie Shiyu didn't smoke and just chatted with the two of them.

Lu Ze Yuan curiously asked, "Shiyu, what's the situation with that woman inside? The one who kept staring at Xiao Zhuo last time was her, right?"

"Yes, it's her. Xiao Jiu said she was reborn with her past-life memories."

"Wow, that's possible? Sounds pretty impressive! Hmm? Wait, that's not right—she has past-life memories, so what's her connection to Xiao Zhuo? Could Xiao Zhuo be her past-life lover?" Lu Ze Yuan said half-jokingly.

Xie Shiyu: "That's pretty much it."

"Wow, what a pair—this is clearly a past-present life drama!"

Xie Shiyu and Qi Chen neither affirmed nor denied.

Inside the private room.

Tushan Jiu and Mu Ling sat facing each other.

However, Mu Ling currently had a talisman stuck on her forehead, which looked a bit comical.

This talisman was the one Mu Ling had just asked her to apply.

Because her body wasn't fully under her control, she kept wanting to go to the hospital to find Zhuo Sui.

Mu Ling spoke first to thank Tushan Jiu: "Master, thank you."

Tushan Jiu nodded in acceptance, and the next second she proactively asked her: "Do you know the Chisel-person?"

Mu Ling startled, "The Chisel-person? You mean that fortune-teller whose predictions are always accurate?"

Tushan Jiu nodded again, "Hmm."

Mu Ling also answered truthfully: "When I was in the Underworld, I heard that many officials in their past lives were debt-knife people; they seem to be a family, all surnamed Tushan."

"Alright, since you've heard of it, this will be easy: I'm Tushan Jiu, the 283rd-generation debt-knife person, so you want to owe me a knife, to cut off the resentment that's about to become a vengeful spirit?"

Mu Ling opened her mouth wide, somewhat disbelieving: "Going to become a vengeful spirit?"

"Hmm, a grudge across lifetimes easily turns into a spirit." That's also the variable she mentioned.

Hearing that, Mu Ling tilted her head to look at the few rose embroideries on her clothes; they seemed to breathe, flickering between light and dark, half black, half red.

She took a deep breath, her eyes turning resolute.

Again lifting her gaze to meet Tushan Jiu's eyes, she said firmly:

"Master, I want a brand-new life, not to be bound by my past life; my era was constant disaster and war. In this brand-new, safe new era, I only want to enjoy the present, to see the magnificent rivers and mountains of my homeland—this is the fortune of being reborn with my past-life memories!"

After giving her a deep look, Tushan Jiu curled her lips into a smile: "This mindset is not bad; the deal is preliminarily reached."

She placed a small nail clipper in her palm: "Go use it to cut off all the threads binding you one by one; finally cut off those three thousand strands, and your rebirth begins!"

Upon hearing the two words 'rebirth,' Mu Ling's face lit up with joy, and she gripped the nail clipper in her palm tightly.

Suddenly she thought of something and asked: "Master, then what is the payment for the debt-knife?"

Tushan Jiu chuckled: "Free."

Mu Ling wondered: "Why, didn't they say that debt-knife people must charge a fee for their debt-knife?"

Otherwise they'd suffer heavenly punishment, right?

Upon mentioning that, Tushan Jiu's expression turned awkward.

What else could it be?

Of course, it's because her mom is now the leader of the Mengpo Group!

If this really caused trouble......

Sigh, I won't say more—talking too much just brings tears.

As for the mortal world's backside, naturally it's still her job to wipe it!

As for that heavenly punishment?

It's fine; for such a minor matter, at most it's just a bit of bad luck twice.