652 ck Egg and Asura (1)


    The Old Madam had not gone out for a long time. It had rainedst night, so she could not fall asleep. She missed her little grandson and her great-grandchildren, so she went out before dawn to look for them.


    The servant reported to Yu Shaoqing and Helian Beiming, who disagreed. He said that the olddy was old and was afraid that something would happen halfway.


    Yu Shaoqing did not think much of it. The Old Madam’s body was fine, and it was suffocating to stay in the manor all day. It was better to go out and rx. They couldy more cushions in the carriage and let the coachman walk slower so that it would not be bumpy.


    “My youngest son dotes on me the most!” The Old Madam rolled her eyes at her eldest son and left without looking back!


    !!


    The coachman was afraid that he would disturb the Old Madam, so he slowed down extremely slowly, almost as slow as walking. However, it was precisely because of this that the Old Madam saw something extraordinary clearly.


    Halfway there, the Old Madam suddenly pointed at an alley and shouted, “Bull Egg—”


    The coachman trembled and almost thought that he had bumped into a ghost during the day!


    The Old Madam insisted that she had seen Bull Egg and ordered the coachman to follow. The coachman could not dissuade her, so he could only ept his fate and wander around the alley.


    The coachman was an old timer in the manor and knew the old madam’s situation very well. When he saw the old madam’s appearance, he guessed that the old madam had most likely fallen ill again. He could not provoke her at this critical juncture. If he followed her lead and caused trouble, she would recoverter.


    However, he did not know if the Old Madam was good, but the coachman was not.


    ording to the direction the Old Madam pointed, they had arrived at the mass grave.


    The coachman’s hair stood on end. He thought to himself that he had probably really encountered a ghost. This time, he could not let the old madam have an attack. Just as the coachman was about to forcefully return to the manor, the old madam suddenly crawled out, grabbed the reins in his hand, and forcefully stopped the carriage.


    He had never seen such a domineering Old Madam.


    Old Madam was possessed!


    “Old, old, old…”


    Without waiting for the coachman to make a fuss, the “possessed” Old Madam alighted from the carriage and pounced towards the entrance of the mass grave. “My—Bull—Egg—”


    The coachman fell!


    “Bull Egg” was seriously injured. The Old Madam did not have the time to visit her little grandson and great-grandchildren and brought Asura back to the Helian Manor.


    Helian Beiming, who was drinking tea, spat out a mouthful of tea when he heard that the Old Madam and his father, Bull Egg, had returned home.


    How long has it been? Why did his mother find him a father again?!


    Helian Beiming seriously suspected that if she searched a few more times, his father’s coffin would not be able to cover it. In order to prevent his father from really climbing out of the coffin, Helian Beiming braced himself and went to his mother’s courtyard.


    He thought that his mother had picked up another immortal. When he looked closer, he saw that it was a man who was about to die.


    Asura hade to the Helian family many times. Helian Beiming could not be more familiar with him, but he did not recognize him at first nce. The reason was none other than that he was too unlike the Asura in his impression.


    That high-spirited big fellow who had been reduced to ashes with a flick of his finger had now had his strength sucked dry. He was like a dry corpse without a soul, not to mention that all the bones in his body had been broken. His nose was blue and his face was swollen.


    When Helian Beiming recognized him, he was shocked.


    This was Asura. Who could make Asura like this? Even Helian Beiming, who had experienced the battlefield and was already used to life and death, could not help but gasp when he saw Asura’s current appearance.


    Sucking up Asura’s internal energy was like breaking an eagle’s wing, pulling out a tiger’s tooth, and cutting off the jade craftsman’s hand, making them lose their most precious dignity and sit on the spot to wait for death.


    This was even more terrifying than killing them with one strike.


    The Old Madam burst into tears. “Bull Egg—which bastard injured you like this? Tell me! I’ll get your son to kill him!”


    Helian Beiming, who had identally be Asura’s son: “…”


    Helian Beiming held his forehead and took a deep breath. “Mother, he’s not my father.”


    The Old Madam made a fuss. “He is, he is!”


    “He’s not.”


    “He is!” The Old Madam pinched her son’s ear. “So what if you’ve be a general? You don’t even recognize your own father, right?”


    “It hurts! Mom, it hurts!”


    The Old Madam was indeed the madam of a general’s family. Her strength was not to be underestimated. Helian Beiming felt that his ears were about to be twisted off by his mother. Was she rebelling this year? All of them hade to fight for her favor. His status in this family plummeted and he was about to be inferior to an outsider.