A Bug’s Desire To Survive - Chapter 72

Originally, he drove to the city center, walked around the He’s Commercial Building, and found a parking space to park the car.

He Guigui was attached to the jade pendant, but originally he held an umbrella and walked alone on the crowded streets. He’s Commercial Building is located in the most prosperous part of the city center, with a height of about 388 meters, known as the city’s tallest building. It is not only a symbol of wealth and status, but also a benchmark building representing the image of the city.

Hejia’s core industries include real estate, amusement parks, supermarkets and transportation. He Jinxiu’s father turned out to be the largest shareholder. After he and his wife had an accident, his shares were temporarily reserved until He Jinxiu became an adult. But his current guardian is He Mingyuan, who can exercise his rights on his behalf, but he cannot transfer and sell it at will.

He Mingyuan’s business talent is far inferior to that of He Jinxiu’s father, and he can only rely on sinister means to seek benefits for himself, even at the expense of his relatives.

Yuan Chu stopped, and his eyes fell on two figures dozens of meters away. One of them was He Mingyuan, who was accompanied by a man in his forties, and the two walked into a restaurant chatting and laughing.

Yuan Chu stepped forward, and sat two decks away from them.

Putting the black umbrella aside, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the jade pendant a few times, and a ghostly figure immediately appeared beside Yuan Chu.

【This is where? 】He Guigui looked around, and soon saw He Mingyuan not far away, 【What is he doing here! 】

Turning his eyes to the people around He Mingyuan, he paused slightly, as if recalling something.

Since the death of He Jinxiu’s grandfather and grandmother, He’s mother has had less contact with her brothers and sisters living abroad. He Jinxiu had only met his uncle a few times when he was four or five years old.

“He is Mu Zixian, your uncle.” Yuan initially identified his identity.

【My uncle? 】He Guigui stared blankly at the man who was both familiar and unfamiliar.

“He still doesn’t know what happened to your parents.”

【what? 】He Guigui was startled at first, and then murmured, 【So it is…】

It was no wonder that when the parents’ funeral was held, none of the relatives on the mother’s side were present. He thought it was because the relationship with that side was not good, or there were no other foreign relatives. Who knew that they had not received the news at all?

He Guigui stared at He Mingyuan coldly, his whole body was churning with ghostly energy, and the temperature around him dropped suddenly.

At the same time, He Mingyuan suddenly felt that the ring in his hand was slightly warm, his heart froze, and he looked up in surprise.

Yuan Chu leaned back a little and used the curtain to block his figure.

“What’s wrong?” Mu Zixian asked with concern when he saw that his face was wrong. He is a rather refined person, with excellent upbringing in his gestures.

“It’s okay, I thought I met an acquaintance just now.” He Mingyuan calmed down, thinking that he had arranged a bodyguard in the dark, and it seemed that there was nothing to worry about. The reaction of the ring could only indicate that the restaurant might not be very clean, and it had little to do with him.

“Where did Zixin and his family travel?” Mu Zixian returned to the previous topic, “When will you come back?”

“I heard that I went to Linxia, ​​and it is estimated that I will be back in the next two days.” He Mingyuan said enthusiastically, “If you are not in a hurry, you can stay and wait for two days.”

Mu Zixian took a sip of hot tea, nodded and said, “Okay, then I’ll trouble you. Zixin and I haven’t seen each other for many years. Now it’s rare to return to China, and we always have to meet.”

“Sister-in-law will definitely be very happy to see you.” He Mingyuan’s eyes flickered, and an unintelligible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Mu Zixian lowered his eyes and remembered him, not paying attention to his expression, but He Jinxiu on the other side saw it clearly.

[What’s his idea again? 】He Jinxiu was vigilant.

“If you keep reading, you’ll know.” Yuan Chu didn’t answer directly.

The two had lunch in a harmonious atmosphere, and Mu Zixian went to the bathroom on the way.

He Mingyuan took the opportunity to collect a few strands of hair from his seat and put them in a sealed bag.

Half an hour later, the two had eaten and waved goodbye in a friendly manner.

Yuan Chu also stood up and followed behind Mu Zixian.

[He Mingyuan must have taken his uncle’s hair to do something bad, so let’s destroy it. 】He Guigui said eagerly.

“If you destroy this time, there will be another time.” Yuan Chu calmly said, “Things like hair are too easy to obtain. If you want to protect your uncle, you must solve the problem from the root cause.”

[At the root? 】He Guigui thoughtful, 【Are you He Mingyuan and Qiu Zhen? 】

“Um.”

He Guigui’s eyes were red, hatred turned into ghost energy, surging.

“Control it.” The original reminder.

He Guigui took a breath, and obediently gathered up the ghost again, lying on her back quietly.

One person and one ghost followed Mu Zixian to a hotel and watched him walk into the elevator.

【Aren’t we going to follow? 】He Guigui asked.

“There is someone watching nearby.” Yuan Chu passed by the hotel entrance and walked to the corner of the street.

He Guigui sneered: [My good second uncle is really cautious. 】 Immediately, as if thinking of something, he hurriedly asked, “You won’t be discovered by them, will you?” 】

“Don’t worry, they can’t find out.” Yuan Chu has the ability to be ignored.

【Then what shall we do now? 】

“You can ask for help.”

【For help? 】He Guigui doesn’t know why.

“Your spiritual office should have ‘guests’ from this hotel.”

He Guigui suddenly came into the group and called the hotel “guests”. Not long after, an actor named “Suicide by Jumping from a Building” appeared and asked if he needed help.

[Group Master Ghost King: Please help me find out which room a man named Mu Zixian lives in? 】

five minutes later.

[The actor who committed suicide by jumping off the building: 612. 】

[Group Master Ghost King: Do you have a way to get his cell phone number? 】

A little longer this time.

[The actor who committed suicide by jumping off the building: 132xxxxxxxx. 】

[Group Master Ghost King: Thank you. 】

[The actor who committed suicide by jumping off the building: Did this person offend you? Shall I find some brothers to scare him? 】

[Group Master Ghost King: No, no, no, no. He is my uncle, don’t scare him. 】

[The actor who committed suicide by jumping off the building: Oh (sorry.jpg). 】

[Group Master Ghost King: However, you can scare the people who are watching him. 】

[The actor who committed suicide by jumping off the building: This is possible. 】

He Guigui left the group and asked: [Originally, I got my uncle’s room number and mobile phone number, shall we go to him? 】

“You really should tell him about your parents, but the way you are now is not suitable to appear. And I am just a stranger to him, and he may not believe me.”

【so what should I do? 】

Yuan Chu guided: “Do you think about what you can do?”

He Guigui pondered for a moment, and then his eyes lit up. He can now move on the network, although he can’t interfere too much with the normal operation of the network, he can still send a few messages.

The accident that happened to his parents that year was considered a sensation in China, and many media reported it, and the funeral was also held on a considerable scale.

He Guigui searched the Internet and found that most of the news was gone, as if it had never happened. Finally, I was lucky and found a screenshot in an unknown V blog.

With anger, he sent this screenshot to Mu Zixian’s mobile phone.

Mu Zixian took a shower, walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, picked up his phone habitually, and found a new message.

He opened it at will, his eyes swept over, his expression suddenly condensed.

[He Group’s largest shareholder He Moumou and his wife died in an unfortunate car accident] The eye-catching title came into view, making Mu Zixian feel a chill down his spine, and his fingers trembled.

After reading the news with heart palpitations, he hadn’t recovered for a long time.

His sister and brother-in-law have died? Didn’t He Mingyuan say that they were going on a trip? Are you lying to him? Why do you want to do this?

Mu Zixian took a closer look at the accompanying picture and determined the identity of the deceased. A terrifying conjecture came to his mind, making him feel like falling into an ice cave.

The accident happened four years ago, and he knew nothing about it. He Mingyuan deliberately concealed the news of their deaths, indicating that their cause of death was suspicious.

“Perhaps, this is just someone else’s prank?” Mu Zixian, with a bit of luck, searched the Internet for the accident back then, but found nothing. He thought for a while, then turned to search for all the news related to the He Shi in the past few years.

“No…” His brother-in-law He Ningzhe, as a resident figure on the Fortune List, has not been reported on the Internet since three years ago.

Mu Zixian’s phone slipped from his palm, and his whole body froze.

After a while, the absent eyes gradually returned to focus.

He remembers that his sister has a son, how is he now? If the death of the younger sister and brother-in-law is something else, then the situation of the children may not be optimistic.

Mu Zixian’s face was frosty, he slowly picked up his phone and made a call: “Cathy, I need your help…”

Just when Mu Zixian called, Yuan Chu found that the luck in He Guigui was condensing, and his fate began to reverse.

Mu Zixian is He Guigui’s nobleman, and his life and death are closely related to He Guigui’s future, so he had to save his life no matter what.

By the end of the night, the surroundings gradually became quiet.

Yuan Chu took He Guigui into the hotel.

The spies turned a blind eye to her, as if she didn’t exist.

The elevator door dinged and opened on the sixth floor.

Walking out of the elevator, he happened to see Mu Zixian entering another elevator, and the elevator door closed in front of one person and one ghost.

【uncle! 】He Guigui watched the numbers jump up and said strangely, 【What is he doing upstairs? Do any friends live upstairs? 】

Yuan Chu didn’t say a word, and when he entered the elevator again, he pressed the button on the top floor.

【Top floor? 】He Guigui vaguely realized something and trembled all over.

Pushing open the door to the top floor, the night wind whizzed past my ears.

Mu Zixian looked blank, and walked forward step by step, stepping over the safety fence, with the shrinking city under his feet.

Release your hands and let your body lean forward and fall straight down.

At the critical moment, a slender arm appeared from the sky, grabbed his collar, and pulled him back to the guardrail.

Before he could die again, Yuan Chu grabbed his arm with one hand and slapped him on the back of the head with the other.

Mu Zixian suddenly returned to his senses, and at a glance, he found himself at an altitude of several hundred meters, and his face turned pale with fright.

“Be careful.” A reminder voice came from behind.

Mu Zixian turned his head and saw a young girl in her twenties, holding his hand tightly: “Grab the guardrail and climb over by yourself.”

Mu Zixian calmed down a little, climbed over the guardrail with weak legs, and stumbled out of the dangerous area.

“What’s going on here?” he asked worriedly. “Why am I here?”

“You were lowered your head.” Yuan Chu answered truthfully.

Mu Zixian: “…”

Disbelief was evident on his face.

“Look at your heart.”

Mu Zixian tore off his pajamas suspiciously and saw a few black finger prints on his heart.

The original explanation: “This is a sacrificial technique, sacrificing the lives of blood relatives, so as to obtain the fate and luck that should belong to him.”

He Jinxiu’s luck was mainly shared with his blood relatives, and the head descendant that He Mingyuan found tried to steal Mu Zixian’s fate, and then plundered the luck of the He family.

Mu Zixian looked ignorant. He had received a modern elite education abroad and had no concept of this kind of non-scientific existence.

He Guigui: [My uncle doesn’t look very smart, Yazi…]

“Go to a place with me and see with your own eyes, then you will naturally believe what I say.” Yuan Chu turned around and walked to the door, motioning him to follow.

Mu Zixian hesitated for a moment, thinking of the mysterious death of his sister and brother-in-law, and He Jinxiu, whose life and death were unknown, his eyes gradually became firm, and he followed with strides.