Chapter 5047 — Here to Collect the House
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The good news was that whoever had attacked her was only in possession of an unusual technique, not any great strength in himself—at most he could lace some nasty underhanded tricks into ordinary moves. Had he been a true master like that ghost thing, with a primordial spirit so powerful it defied measure, he could have crushed her spirit outright, and she would not be standing here alive.
Even so, Leng Leng's situation was now a nasty knot to untangle. In her condition there were only two roads to recovery: either some expert in the primordial spirit would draw out the root of her injury, or she would have to rely on her own willpower and persistence to force the physical wounds down completely in a short time, leaving no loose ends, and then simply wait for her primordial spirit to heal itself over the long haul.
Leng Leng had no idea that a master of the primordial spirit was right there at her side. To her, the first road was pure fantasy, so she had no choice but to take the foolish second one.
But the odds of that succeeding were hardly good. Even with two top-grade spirit jades in her possession to keep her from worrying about a lack of spiritual energy for the moment, to suddenly force all her physical injuries down with no loose ends was no ordinary feat. If it were easy, she would not have suffered these two relapses already.
"There's no other choice. This is the only way." Leng Leng drew a deep breath and immediately set about healing herself once more. Worry and unease still gnawed at her, but this was the only option left to her.
In truth, had she been able to come into closer contact with Wei Zhao today, he would likely have been able to probe her injuries with ease—and just as easily cure them. Unfortunately, the only real physical contact between them had been holding hands, and even that had lasted only a brief moment. Even Wei Zhao could not have grasped the root of her injury all at once. Fate, it seemed, did so love to toy with people.
The next morning, Wei Zhao brought Leng Leng her breakfast as usual. But before he could knock, a whole crowd came clattering up the stairs. They were all shiftless little thugs, and one look was enough to tell they had not come in peace.
Yet the man leading this pack of thugs was none other than the landlord, Boss Huang!
Wei Zhao of course knew no Boss Huang. He had signed the contract through an agent and had never once laid eyes on the landlord. Boss Huang, for his part, did not know Wei Zhao either, so he did not give the man carrying breakfast so much as a second glance. He led his men straight to a door and pounded on it—and that door was Wei Zhao's.
"Looking for someone?" Wei Zhao eyed the crowd with some surprise.
"Mind your own business, kid. If you've got nothing to do here, get lost—we're here to collect a debt!" one of the thugs said in an unfriendly tone.
"Collect a debt?" Wei Zhao blinked.
"That's right. This family owes me several million. A debt must be repaid—that's only natural." Boss Huang spoke up. Landlord though he himself was, he could still insist with a straight face that the tenant owed him millions, wearing the whole aggrieved look of a man deeply wronged. As an actor, he was a match for those two swindlers from before.
He had no choice. Two teams of fake ghosts had been sent, and not a word had come back from either. He simply could not wait any longer. The suite where Wei Zhao lived and the one where Leng Leng lived were both his properties, and he was counting on those two suites to make him a fortune. How could he allow them to be occupied so comfortably and steadily?
Normally, scaring off one would naturally send the one across the hall running too. But twice now Wei Zhao had refused to be scared away. A full half month had passed without the slightest stir, and he could not help but grow frantic. Could it be that this newcomer truly did not fear ghosts?