The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 302 - 300: Provoking Ghost Hand, Nearly Losing Life

Chapter 302: Chapter 300: Provoking Ghost Hand, Nearly Losing Life

Thinking about today’s gambling session, Mrs. Qu couldn’t help but seethe with anger.

In a fit of rage, she knocked over the altar table, and the brocade box fell to the floor.

Out of the scattered brocade box tumbled a ghastly white bone hand.

Mrs. Qu huffed coldly, "If we lose again tomorrow, I’ll find a Taoist to grind those bones to dust and scatter your ashes!"

She stormed out in fury, not bothering to pick up the bone hand on the ground. Once the room was empty, the bone hand on the floor suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Mrs. Qu returned to her room, ordering the servants to fill the bathtub with water in an effort to calm down.

If it had been her family’s old wealth, losing a million tonight wouldn’t have mattered. But now, the Qu family’s entire fortune was being squandered by her husband, who was still out living it up.

He was now so stingy that he begrudged even giving her living expenses every month.

It is easy to adapt to luxury, but hard to return to frugality.

To maintain her opulent lifestyle, she had no choice but to earn money this way. Sometimes, a few days of high-stakes mahjong could net her several million.

But the money she made was quickly spent on luxury goods.

Thus, she didn’t have much money left on hand, which was why she cared so much about the million-plus she lost today.

"Madam, your bath is ready."

"I know."

Mrs. Qu headed to the bathroom, undressed, and lay down in the tub.

Her mind and body gradually relaxed, and she couldn’t help thinking about the Gambling God’s Hand, planning to visit the Daoist temple tomorrow to ask the master about the situation.

What would she do if it failed her in the future, how would she make money then?

For the return of the Gambling God’s Hand, she had even donated five million to the Daoist temple!

If the Gambling God’s Hand no longer worked, she’d make the old Taoist teach it a lesson and maybe get something even more powerful to bring back. Perhaps she could make even more money.

Mrs. Qu leaned back in the bathtub, luxuriously soaking and daydreaming.

Suddenly, a White Bone Ghost Hand emerged above her head.

The ghostly hand pressed down on her head, pushing her violently under the water in the tub.

"Help! Help... glug glug..."

Her screams were drowned out by the bathwater; her limbs flailed, but her head couldn’t come up from the water, as if something was blocking it from above.

With a loud bang, the bathroom door was kicked open.

Mr. Qu walked in, "Where is that wretched woman?"

Disrupted by someone barging in, the White Bone Ghost Hand vanished from the bathroom.

Mr. Qu circled around and finally spotted Mrs. Qu in the tub, nearly breathless. Yet he was oblivious to her disheveled state as he yanked her out of the bathtub and slapped her hard.

"Did you cause Xiao Yun to miscarry? You can’t have a son yourself, you’re nothing but a chicken that can’t lay eggs, but you want to harm my precious son. I’ll beat you to death!"

Mr. Qu beat and kicked Mrs. Qu mercilessly, and she was in no state to respond.

She lay motionless on the floor, bloody, and only then did Mr. Qu stop, fearing that he might have killed her.

"If you dare go after Xiao Yun again, I’ll take your life!"

After leaving that message, Mr. Qu turned and walked away. The Xiao Yun he referred to was his kept mistress, who had recently become pregnant and even sought to provoke Mrs. Qu.

Mrs. Qu struggled to her feet, the pain in her body paling in comparison to the fear of her near-death experience.

She thought about what had just happened, feeling that something had held her down in the water!

Mrs. Qu dressed and limped to the small room next to her bedroom.

Upon entering, she gasped in shock.

The bone hand she had been worshipping was gone!

So, was it this thing that had tried to kill her?

Mrs. Qu’s legs went weak with fright, and she quickly picked everything up from the ground.

She bowed before the place where the spirit was originally enshrined and apologized with utmost deference, "I’m sorry! Just now, I was disrespectful to you. From now on, I will continue to worship you! Please don’t kill me!

If you want to kill someone, go kill my good-for-nothing husband! If you can kill him, I’ll burn money for you, burn houses, burn women; I’ll burn anything for you!"

Out of the previously empty brocade box, the White Bone Ghost Hand reappeared.

The Ghost Hand dipped its forefinger into candle wax and wrote its demands on the table.

Money, women.

It meant that she should bring it money and women; naturally, this meant Joss Paper, the more the better. And as for the women, it meant the souls of women, which were not easy to deliver.

After writing money and women, the Ghost Hand drew a small figure with a large cross on it. It signified that it could help her kill her good-for-nothing husband, as long as she delivered the items.

"Okay, okay, I’ll prepare it for you tomorrow!"

Mrs. Qu hurriedly agreed, not daring not to. She feared that otherwise, she would be the one dying.

As Mrs. Qu left the small room her eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness.

Since the Gambling God’s Hand wanted a woman, then that shameless mistress should be sent over. Always coming over to provoke her; did she really think she was so easy to bully?

But the old Taoist had said that the living could not be matched with the dead. How could she send her over then?

If Mrs. Qu was to kill someone directly, she didn’t have the guts.

If she murdered someone, she was worried about the police catching her, in which case her life would be over.

The next day, Mrs. Qu brought a large box of Joss Paper to the Ghost Hand’s grave. She burned all the Joss Paper for it, amounting to several billion.

While burning the Joss Paper, she murmured, "I’ll send the money to you first, the woman will have to wait a bit longer. I’ll find a way to send her to you soon."

After leaving the grave, Mrs. Qu went to the Daoist Temple.

The Daoist Temple was long deserted, the outer doors were open, but there wasn’t a single person inside!

A wave of panic surged through Mrs. Qu’s heart.

If she didn’t know how to send a woman, what if the Ghost Hand still wanted to kill her?

Standing at the entrance of the Daoist Temple, she pondered desperately for a long time.

Finally, Mrs. Qu thought of Qin Zhao. Since she could see through the affairs of the Ghost Hand, perhaps she could resolve it?

After hesitating for a while, Mrs. Qu contacted Guan Yanyu.

"Yanyu, do you have contact information for Xiao Qin, who we played mahjong with the other day?"

"Yes, what do you need her for?"

"You said she can read Feng Shui, I want to invite her over to take a look."

"Then you’ll have to pay her a fee; she’s very skilled and has looked over things for many people."

"I know, she won’t be shortchanged."

Guan Yanyu sent Qin Zhao’s WeChat to Mrs. Qu.

On the way home, she quickly sent messages to Qin Zhao using her phone, first explaining her family’s financial situation and stating that hiring the Ghost Hand was out of necessity.

Mrs. Qu: Miss Qin, since you could identify the problem, could you also help me resolve it?

Qin Zhao: Didn’t I tell you to dispose of it? Why didn’t you?

Mrs. Qu: It suddenly disappeared; even if I wanted to dispose of it, I wouldn’t know how.

Qin Zhao: Alright, I’ll come over and help you take a look.

Mrs. Qu: Thank you!

When she got home, Mrs. Qu went to that room, and the Bone Hand had disappeared again.

She suspected that the Ghost Hand had gone to kill her husband on her behalf.

After contemplating, she decided not to tell Qin Zhao about this.

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