Chapter 139 - Soul Restriction
My Mysterious Doctor and Blessed Little Wife Is Such a Tease
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
âMom, Mom, you have to forgive me. Iâm your son. Since youâre already dead, donât come back haunting me. When I go back, Iâll definitely burn a lot of paper money for you to live a good life. Mom, donât plague me again, please!â
Ma Peng was crying and kowtowing. He seemed to have thought of something and said excitedly, âYes, yes, Mom, you have a grandson. I have a son. Our Ma family has a descendant. For the sake of your grandson, can you let me go?â
Tao Po was a little moved. Actually, she did not hate him that much anymore perhaps because she was purified in the bracelet, but she still could not bring herself to forget the scene of her being burnt down to ashes by her son.
Seeing that Tao Po seemed to be showing signs of wavering, Qin Xi said with a snort, âFrom your face, I can tell youâll die alone with no family or children. Where did you get your son from?â
Ma Peng shouted excitedly, âThatâs impossible. I have a son. Mom, you have to believe me. You really have a chubby and cute grandson.â
Qin Xi asked, âAre you sure thatâs your child?â
Ma Peng was dumbfounded for a moment. His eyes widened as he said, âYou, you mean that b*tch lied to me?â
He had long suspected that his wife had taken his money to have fun with a gigolo, but she refused to admit it. Now that he thought about it, the child really did not look like him at all. His heart immediately sank.
âTell me, fifteen years ago, who instructed you to bury the small ax in the Han familyâs ancestral grave?â
Ma Peng trembled and stammered in fear, âI, I donât know.â
âIf you donât tell me, Iâll use the Soul Searching Technique to force you to say. Let me tell you something. Once I use it, your soul will dissipate and you will become a living dead. Think carefully.â
Ma Peng shook his head in fear. No, he mustnât become a living dead. If he really became a living dead, that b*tch would take his money and be with the gigolo. He wouldnât let that b*tch and bastard use him like this.
At the thought of this, he said nervously, âIâll tell you, Iâll tell you. Actually, I donât know who that person is. He took the initiative to find me and asked me to bury the ax in the Han familyâs graveyardâ¦â
Qin Xi narrowed her eyes and made a hand seal. Ma Peng felt his body being torn apart, and he screamed in pain.
âIt seems that you donât intend to tell me about it. Then Iâll search your soul!â
âDonât, donât. I remember now. I remember now⦠Judging from that personâs accent, he doesnât seem to be local. I think heâs from the capital.â
âHow can you be sure that the person is from the capital? Have you been to the capital?â
âNo, Iâve never been there, but I know a businessman. He once went to the capital and came back with a thick accent⦠Master, let me go. Thatâs all I know. Oh right, although that personâs face was covered, I could vaguely tell that it was a womanâ¦â
Ma Peng seemed to have thought of something else and immediately added, âI smell a womanâs fragrance on that person. Itâs a smell unique to women.â
âHow can you be sure of that?â Qin Xi was doubtful.
Ma Peng was afraid that Qin Xi would search his soul again, so he immediately pointed at Tao Po. âMy nose is very good. I can smell anything. If you donât believe me, ask my mother. My mother knows. Really, Iâm not lying to you!â
Tao Po nodded. âHis sense of smell is indeed very acute. I can testify to that.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Ma Peng heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Qin Xi, as if saying, âLook, Iâm not lying to you, right? Can you let me go?â
Qin Xi thought for a moment and placed a restriction seal on Ma Pengâs soul. âThis is a soul restriction. As long as I want, your soul will suffer a pain worse than death. Now, I donât care what method you use. Go to the capital and find that woman. When you find her, Iâll remove the restriction.â