The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story

234 Backlash

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

The handle of the horsetail whisk in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

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The servant cried out “Spiritual Master” again, trembling in fear.

Backlash! He had suffered a backlash!! Shangqing Spiritual Master seemed to not have heard anything and suddenly turned to look in the direction of the Murong family.

Gu Yanfei’s words from the garden yesterday rang in Murong Yong’s ears. “Your grandmother is quite sick. I’m afraid she won’t be able to survive the next winter snow…”

The snow was falling harder now, swirling like willow catkins.

The snowstorm roared and roared, from the south to the north of the city.

“Hiss!”

A talisman with black runes was torn from the window by a large, rough hand. The clear glass window was empty.

Murong Hao carefully held the talisman paper and turned to a rosewood armchair beside him with a smile.

“Meow, meow, meow!”

A five-month-old long-haired calico squatted on the armchair and meowed nonstop in a swaggering manner.

In the inner room, the four or five talismans that had been stuck to the window, the roof, and Old Madam Murong’s body were all torn off.

“Kitty, this is for you to play with.” Murong Hao personally handed over the last talisman in his hand respectfully and placed it in front of the cat along with the others.

Thin snowflakes drifted in through the window. Occasionally, a few landed on the cat.

The cat didn’t care at all. It casually stretched out the tip of its claws and scratched the talisman.

“Crack, crack…”

“Crack, crack, crack…”

The cat liked the sound and meowed happily. It scratched even harder in excitement, the tips of its hooked claws leaving scratches on the charm.

Murong Hao and his wife, as well as the other two families, were in the inner room. They were looking at the calico cat on the armchair with burning eyes. They were pious, respectful, and fascinated. It was as if they were looking at their most precious thing or their faith.

When the cat was done playing, it began to tear at the talismans with its claws, one after another. The sound of tearing paper made the cat happier.

Its green cat eyes were sparkling, and its long tail swung briskly.

Every time the cat tore a talisman, the Murong family felt their hearts tremble and instinctively wanted to stop the cat.

“Little…”

However, when Murong Hao saw those beautiful cat eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

In his eyes and heart, there was only the cat in front of him.

The kitten was so cute that tearing a few talismans was nothing!!

“Hiss—”

As everyone watched in fascination, the cat casually tore off the last talisman.

When the last talisman was completely half-torn, it was as if an invisible barrier had been slashed open from the window. The dim inner room lit up bit by bit.

Light gradually spread into the room from the window until it reached the dim bed canopy.

The cat leaped down from the armchair and jumped onto the edge of the bed in two or three leaps. It squatted elegantly and looked at Old Madam Murong on the bed.

“Meow!”

The cat meowed in its childish voice. The five-month-old kitten meow was soft and cute, making the Murong family’s hearts melt.

As its voice fell, the light spread into the bed canopy.

Old Madam Murong’s closed eyes trembled as she lay on the bed. Then, she slowly opened them. Her drooping and swollen eyelids were half-open.

The eyes embedded in the sockets were cloudy, lifeless, and without a hint of vitality.

“Meow!” the cat purred again, washing its face with its paws.

The moment Old Madam Murong opened her eyes, she saw the kitten squatting at the head of the bed.

From the other party’s clear cat eyes, she seemed to see a beautiful girl.

“Thank you...”

Madam Murong’s shriveled and unhappy lips moved. Her voice was very soft, almost a sigh.

Her lifeless eyes swayed with the escape of these two words. Her voice came with a slight ripple, sounding soft and sentimental.

She thanked it and its owner for giving her relief.

For the past three years, it had been like being in the 18th level of hell for her. Every moment had been suffering and torture.

A faint mist stained the corners of her wrinkled eyes.

Ever since she was over 60 years old, her body had been deteriorating. It wasn’t until a cold three years ago that her body completely collapsed.

She had a fever for three days and three nights. The doctor said that she had tuberculosis. Although she was barely saved, she had been bedridden after that.

The more sick she was, the more groggy she felt.

Gradually, she slept more and woke up less.

In her half-conscious state, her three sons begged her to hold on for the sake of the Murong family.

Of course, she also thought that her grandson was in his prime and had a good future. He was about to bring glory to the Murong family. She didn’t want to delay her grandson because of her.

She tried her best to hold on. Even if the world was weak for a day, even if she was almost exhausted, she still held on.

One day, she was on the verge of death again and felt that she wouldn’t be able to survive...

It was also that day that a transcendent voice sounded in her ear. That voice seemed to have some unbelievable power that directly pierced her soul.

Her soul was bound by an invisible chain, making her feel suffocated. She felt cold all over and felt that her limbs and body were no longer under her control.

Days passed and she lay on the bed, unable to move.

Gradually, she could smell the slow rot of her body and feel her organs dying bit by bit. Even as someone wiped her down, she could feel that her flesh had long decayed.

She couldn’t move or sleep. She could hear and feel everything that was happening around her, but there was nothing she could do.

One day, she suddenly understood—

She was long dead, but trapped in this ruined shell that was her body.

She had become a living dead..