Reborn as a True Heiress and Becomes a Boss

Chapter 132 A Divination That Doesn't Form a Divination
"What? You've figured it out! That's wonderful!" Mo Mo exclaimed in surprise. She then looked at the three copper coins on the table. After a while, she looked at Yang Nianqing and asked, "Where are they?" She couldn't understand Yang Nianqing's divination.

"If we keep walking in this direction and keep looking carefully, we should be able to find the Phoenix-Seeking Flower soon." Yang Nianqing was also pleasantly surprised, but then she frowned. The Phoenix-Seeking Flower had already blocked the detection of cultivators, so how could its location be calculated now? Could it be that someone had trespassed into its territory? If so, then the situation was not good.

"What's wrong?" Mo Mo asked, puzzled.

"Let me calculate its exact location again." Yang Nianqing picked up the thousand-year-old tortoise shell and ancient bronze coins again and started casting the divination anew.

The copper coin landed on the table. This time, the smoke from the divination only rose halfway before dissipating. "How could this be?" Yang Nianqing said in surprise.

"Ok?"

"The divination is incomplete, I can't calculate it!" Yang Nianqing was very puzzled when she saw the divination. She could calculate it just a minute ago, so why is the divination incomplete again a minute later?

"Then what should we do?" Mo Mo scratched his head and asked.

Yang Nianqing glanced at the sky. The sun had already set, and it wasn't realistic to continue the journey with Huan Huanle in tow. Besides, the deep forest at night was much more dangerous than during the day.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Nianqing said to Mo Mo, "It's getting late now, let's set off earlier tomorrow."

“Okay.” Mo Mo nodded in response.

Yang Nianqing looked at the three copper coins on the table again, feeling somewhat anxious. He hoped that his calculation of the location of the Phoenix Seeking Flower was just an accident, and that someone had not actually found it.

At that moment, two men entered the pale red barrier that was invisible to ordinary people.

Fang Chengde helped Xu Jiahao sit down on a rock under a tree. Looking at the injury on Xu Jiahao's leg, he asked worriedly, "Chairman, what should we do about your leg injury? Are you feeling alright now?"

Xu Jiahao nodded, glancing at the wound on his foot that was still bleeding profusely. Although it was just a gunshot wound, the wound was quite deep and the blood was still flowing continuously. If this continued, he would go into shock due to excessive blood loss.

Xu Jiahao looked around and saw a familiar blade of grass. He smiled with relief, thankful that this was a forest. "Chengde, pull that blade of grass over there for me."

Fang Chengde looked back, walked over, and picked the grass as instructed by Xu Jiahao.

Xu Jiahao told Fang Chengde to crush the grass with a stone, while he himself used a sharp stone to cut his shirt and tear off a long strip of cloth.

Fang Chengde realized that the grass might be a medicinal herb, so he quickly crushed it with a stone. Xu Jiahao took the crushed herb and applied half of it to the wound on his calf. After two minutes, the bleeding stopped. Xu Jiahao replaced the blood-stained herb with the other half of the clean herb and bandaged the wound with the cloth from his shirt.

"How did the chairman know that this herb could stop bleeding and heal wounds?" Fang Chengde asked admiringly.

Thinking of his wilderness survival experience, Xu Jiahao smiled. He hadn't expected his two brothers-in-law to save his life again. "When I was pursuing Rongrong, my two brothers-in-law took me to the wilderness for survival quite a few times. I never thought it would come in handy today." "I see. The two Mr. Gus are very capable," Fang Chengde praised.

“That’s right.” Xu Jiahao nodded.

The two looked disheveled, but they were trying to find joy in their misery.

Thinking about why the two of them had become like this today, Fang Chengde couldn't help but curse angrily: "I didn't expect the people from the Ou family to be so despicable. They lost the bid and then tampered with our plane. It's also my fault for not doing a good job of checking, which allowed their people to sneak in. I'm really sorry, Chairman."

Xu Jiahao waved his hand and said, "Forget it. If you hadn't made the quick decision to kick down the extra parachutes on the plane, those assassins would probably have jumped down with us."

Xu looked around at the surroundings. "This forest is our protective shield now. The Ou family can't find us for the time being. Rongrong calls me every night on video. If she can't reach me, she'll know something's happened and will send people to look for us. We'll stay in this forest for a few days for now." Although his watch broke when he landed with the parachute, the transmitter inside should have sent out his location.

"Okay." Fang Chengde agreed. There was no other way now. After all, going out would mean being outnumbered and certain death.

In a five-star hotel in a southwestern border city, a bloated man swept all the expensive red wine, cups, saucers, and utensils on the table onto the ground. He picked up an unopened bottle of wine and smashed it at the feet of the man standing opposite him.

"What a useless piece of trash! He can't even handle this little thing! He actually let Xu Jiahao and his secretary Fang Chengde escape!" Ou Jianren cursed angrily, sitting on the sofa and loosening his tie, while unbuttoning two buttons on his shirt. His anger made him feel a little short of breath.

A young man wearing glasses sitting opposite him put down his crossed legs and said, "If you have nothing else to say, I'll be leaving."

Ou Jianren quickly put on a smile, "Mr. Song, are you also going to that forest? I wonder if you could help me deal with that Xu guy?"

Song Zhe leaned back on the sofa with his arms crossed, his glasses reflecting the light, and smiled slightly. "Murder is illegal."

"I know, I know, Mr. Song, with your methods, isn't it easy for someone to die silently? Please, for the sake of the help I've given you, this..." Ou Jianren said with a bright smile. If he didn't deal with Xu Jiahao now, he would be in trouble once Xu Jiahao returned to Kyoto!
Song Zhe sat up straight and beckoned to Ou Jianren. Ou Jianzhong understood and came closer. Song Zhe reached out and grabbed Ou Jianren's collar forcefully, causing Ou Jianren to slam onto the table, smashing everything on the table to the floor. Song Zhe chuckled in his ear, "Your name is Ou Jianren, but you're not really a scoundrel. You just helped me get a place in the sanatorium. I've already repaid the debt of gratitude. Don't push your luck!"

Ou Jianren nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, yes, Mr. Song, I wouldn't dare. Please let me go."

Song Zhe let go of him and took a wet wipe to clean his hands.

Ou Jianren swallowed hard, still somewhat shaken. Thinking of Xu Jiahao's methods, he mustered his courage and said, "Mr. Song, let's make a deal this time. I have a map of the thing you're looking for. If you help me, I can also find someone familiar with the forest to take you there."

"Hmm?" Song Zhe became interested. How could an ordinary person like Ou Jianren possibly have a map showing the locations where rare and precious herbs grow? He narrowed his eyes dangerously. Was he playing a trick on him?

(End of this chapter)