Chapter 1088 - 508: Dream of a Beautiful Next Life

Chapter 1088: Chapter 508: Dream of a Beautiful Next Life

Mrs. Fang and Mr. Yu were watching TV at this moment.

When they saw Miss Tang being sent, tied up, to the hospital’s psychiatric ward, Mr. Yu let out a barely audible sigh.

Mrs. Fang glared at the TV, displeased, and said, "...Is this it? What about the revelation? How is this revealing her true form? Could it be she really is human?"

Mr. Yu raised his hand to touch her head and smiled, saying, "Qinghua, you’re too cute..."

A middle-aged woman in her forties being referred to as "cute" in such a dismissive tone seemed as if she was an ignorant young girl unacquainted with worldly matters; it was not a compliment.

Mrs. Fang shifted her gaze, looking down at her phone, frowned, and said, "Did I say something wrong? Those Celestial Path experts confidently told me they would reveal her true form! Now, instead of revealing it, she’s gone mad... Could it be... Could it be that we actually made a mistake?"

"No mistake. Whether she’s human or something else, this result is actually the best outcome for her." Mr. Yu said indifferently, "...Living is better than anything else."

Mrs. Fang was about to speak, but the ominous tone of Mr. Yu’s last comment seemed to imply that living was better than being dead.

Mrs. Fang shivered, swallowed her words, and stood up, saying, "I’m going to call Mr. Zhuge to ask what’s going on."

She left the living room and went into the front yard, looking at the flowers and trees, feeling heavy-hearted.

After a while, she took out her phone, dialed Mr. Zhuge’s number, and asked, "Great Heavenly Master Zhuge, did you see the news?"

Mr. Zhuge’s cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone: "I saw it, Mrs. Fang saw it too? Are you happy? Surprised?"

Mrs. Fang’s tone was not joyful; she frowned and asked, "What exactly is going on? Didn’t you say you would reveal her true form?"

"Isn’t this revealing her true form? Her true form is that she’s not normal; she’s a lunatic!" Mr. Zhuge laughed heartily, confident and pleased with his Celestial Path Skill.

"Great Heavenly Master Zhuge, isn’t it a bit disingenuous to say that? You clearly know what I mean. If she really is human and not something else, why would I come to you?" Mrs. Fang said angrily, "Aren’t you people from the Celestial Path Sect?! Aren’t you afraid of retribution for what you’ve done?!"

Mr. Zhuge was indifferent to other words, but he was mindful of the term "retribution."

Retribution refers to the consequences of karma, getting retribution means one is entangled in karma.

Mr. Zhuge straightened his posture and said sternly, "Mrs. Fang, it can’t be said like this. I’m just completing your commission. In your commission, you said to reveal her ’true form,’ but did not specify that it had to be the true form of something other."

Here, Mr. Zhuge was engaged in wordplay, using the literal meaning of the term "true form" instead of the customary implicit meaning.

Mrs. Fang was momentarily speechless but remained displeased: "So is that it? Do you have any follow-up plans?"

"What follow-up plans are needed? She’s already in the hospital’s psychiatric ward; barring any accidents, she has socially died. Why do you still worry? No matter how powerful she is, she can’t disrupt your family anymore." Mr. Zhuge said meaningfully.

He was very proud of completing this commission.

Much faster than Daoist Wang and Daoist Quan, those two incompetents.

And much less need to mention Lawrence Winters, who hadn’t even started yet, and he was already finished.

What’s the point in entering the finals?

He had overestimated her before.

At this moment, Mr. Zhuge heard the host in the living room: "Young Edward invites everyone over for a BBQ at their place tonight. Do you want to go?"

Daoist Wang and Daoist Quan immediately cheered: "Great! I want some BBQ! BBQ in the hot weather is fantastic!"

Mr. Zhuge smirked; he suddenly also wanted to see Lawrence Winter’s expression, so he also shouted: "Count me in!"

The host saw everyone agree and quickly replied to Edward Foster’s WeChat: Young Edward, we’re all coming.

On the other side, Edward Foster received the host’s reply on WeChat, sent an OK emoji, and then called Abigail Henderson.

"Attorney Henderson, we’re having a party in the backyard tonight. Are you coming back to join us?"

Abigail Henderson had been so busy these days that her feet hadn’t touched the ground, writing careful memoranda, sleeping only two hours a day. Where would she find time for a party?

She obviously refused, saying, "Thanks, Young Edward, but I have something tonight and can’t make it. You all have fun."

Edward Foster, unsurprised, nodded and replied, "Alright, then we’ll have another party when you’re done."