The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story Chapter 237: Retribution

Chapter 237: Retribution

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Madam Murong’s heart skipped a beat and she immediately saw something.

She quickly took a few steps forward, pulled Murong Yong’s sleeve, and asked,

‘Ah Yong, did the Gu family break off the engagement?”

Before Murong Yong could answer, she was already cursing angrily. ‘The Gu family actually didn’t keep their promise. How dare they? When I went to see Madam Gu this morning, she clearly promised me well.”

She wanted to reason with the Gu family, but thinking that time wasn’t on her side, she changed the topic. “Wait, there’s also Yu’er. Quick, get Yu’er to change into her wedding clothes. Get married to her quickly.”

‘Your grandmother will ‘get better’!”

When Murong Hao heard this, his eyes lit up, as if he had grabbed onto his last straw.

At this moment, the Murong family seemed to ignore the corpse on the bed and the stench in the air.

Madness! Murong Yong looked around at his crazy-looking relatives. His eyes were unfathomably dark, and for the first time, a sense of powerlessness rose in his heart.

Second Master Murong and Third Master Murong also surrounded Murong Yong and grabbed his arms from both sides.

“It’s fine for Ah Yong to try!”

‘What if it works?”

‘The auspicious hour is almost here...”

Everyone pulled at Murong Yong like crazy, their descriptions becoming more and more crazy.

Murong Yong’s face was filled with anger.

Just as he was about to flare up, he saw strands of frost-like silver visible in Murong Hao’s hair. More and more white hair appeared, and lines appeared on the skin of his forehead and the corners of his eyes.

Murong Yong’s pupils constricted.

Murong Hao didn’t notice it at all. He held Murong Yong’s hand and begged,

‘Ah Yong, can you take it that I’m begging you...”

His originally strong voice became old and hoa.r.s.e. Even one of his front teeth fell out, and his voice began to leak.

The b.l.o.o.d.y front tooth rolled away.

‘ Murong Yong’s eyes darkened, and he turned to look at the others. His two uncles had actually aged in just a few breaths.

The three of them seemed to have aged by 20 years. They had advanced from their prime to old age, and their bodies exuded an old aura.

A backlash. This was a backlash! Murong Yong deeply realized this.

The others finally noticed it. Second Madam Murong gasped and pointed at Second Master Murong in horror. She screamed, ‘Old... Old Master, why are you...”

Before she could continue, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

The three Murong brothers looked at each other and then at themselves. They were dumbfounded and terrified. They muttered, “How could this be? How

could this be?”

Panic-stricken screams rose and fell.

Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, Murong Yong was expressionless. The corners of his eyes twitched.

Yes.

There would be a backlash if his family did such a thing.

Gu Yanfei’s words in the Marquis Mansion echoed in his ears again. ‘Resurrection from the dead is against Heaven’s Will.”

Death was death. There was no way to survive.

Murong Yong silently digested these words and looked at his grandmother on the bed again. His gaze fell on the unrecognizable face.

Her lips were rotten and shapeless, but the corners of her lips were visibly curled up.

From her decaying features, he could see a smile on her face. She had died smiling.

It was a relieved smile.

Murong Yong closed his eyes and exhaled a breath of white air between his thin lips. His heart had finally settled.

Ignoring his anxious family around him, he raised his voice decisively.

‘Someone!”

‘Prepare for the funeral!”

Murong Yong ignored the chaos behind him and went out alone. His usually steady footsteps seemed to be a little unsteady at this moment, and his body swayed slightly.

He knew very well that there was probably more waiting for their family!

After a while, the servants in the residence all knew that the old lady had pa.s.sed away. The red lanterns and ribbons everywhere in the Murong residence had been removed and white mourning flags hung up. The servants had also wrapped white cloth around their arms and waists, indicating that there was a funeral in the residence.

Therefore, when Shangqing Spiritual Master caught up with them all the way to the Murong residence, he saw mourning banners and white silk hanging up.

Countless white paper money floated up from the door like white b.u.t.terflies flappmg their wings and intertwining with the falling snow..