Starting with a cub, the superpower boss becomes the richest man by lying flat

Chapter 196 Why not just keep it and let others benefit from it?
Once inside, Lin Xin discovered that the interior was even more dilapidated than the exterior, though some traces of its former luxury could still be faintly discerned. As she walked in, she looked around and almost tripped over the weeds under her feet.

"Be careful, no one has been here for a long time, it's a mess now." Mo Ziyuan grabbed her arm and kicked at the clump of weeds.

"Wait," Lin Xin glanced at the weeds and quickly tugged at Mo Ziyuan's sleeve, "This weed..."

"What's wrong with the grass?" Mo Ziyuan asked, puzzled. The whole yard was full of grass!
Lin Xin followed his gaze and looked around the yard, then felt a chill run down her spine. "You're saying no one's been here for a long time? Does that mean these weeds have always been here?"

“Yes, this used to be my mother’s courtyard. Since she passed away, no one has come here. After Qi Shi entered the family, this courtyard was sealed off,” Mo Ziyuan replied.

"Um..." Lin Xin hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to begin.

"Just tell me what's on your mind. We're engaged now, there's nothing you can't know."

Lin Xin secretly rolled her eyes, then asked, "How...did your mother pass away?"

"My mother," Mo Ziyuan's face was a little pale. He subconsciously tried to kick the grass on the ground, but Lin Xin grabbed him and pulled him aside. "These are not ordinary grasses. You'd better stay away from them."

"What do you mean?"

"This herb is called 'Midnight Soul Stealer.' Every day at midnight and noon, it emits a special substance. If this substance is placed with salt, it will react and, once it enters the human body, the person will become weak, then start coughing up blood, and eventually slowly die," Lin Xin said.

She once saw a book at Cui Shi's place that explained various plants. Because of her special ability, she was able to read it and remember many strange flowers and plants, such as this grass on the ground.

"What did you say?"

"Of course, this herb is actually a medicinal herb. It can regulate qi and blood, calm the mind and focus the spirit. As long as it doesn't come into contact with salt, it's a life-saving medicine." Lin Xin thought for a moment and then mentioned another aspect of the medicine.

But Mo Ziyuan wouldn't listen.

The hour of Zi (11 PM - 1 AM) is midnight, so it has nothing to do with salt. But the hour of Wu (11 AM - 1 PM) is when the small kitchen is preparing lunch, so using salt is perfectly normal. He also remembered that his mother's health gradually deteriorated, and she eventually died coughing up blood.

"Is this kind of grass common?" Mo Ziyuan asked through gritted teeth.

"How could that be?" Lin Xin gave him a look that said, "Are you stupid?" "If it were common, how many people would be poisoned!"

Mo Ziyuan: "..." Although, there's no need to be so hurtful.

"Do you think this grass was planted by someone to kill your mother?" Lin Xin asked after pulling Mo Ziyuan to sit down on the steps of the main room.

Mo Ziyuan nodded, "Yes, if this thing isn't common, how did it end up in my mother's yard?"

Lin Xin scratched her head. She had always said that the inner quarters of wealthy and powerful families were very chaotic!
"You said... my father..." Mo Ziyuan didn't dare to look at Lin Xin. He buried his chin in the crook of his arm resting on his knee and asked in a muffled voice. Lin Xin almost couldn't hear what he said.

“If you want to know something, just look it up! What has already happened won’t disappear just because you run away from it. If you want the truth, then look it up. If you think the truth isn’t important, then don’t look it up. There’s nothing to be conflicted about,” Lin Xin said.

"What if..." Lin Xin shrugged and didn't answer. In fact, she couldn't answer either, since it hadn't happened to her. Although she could understand Mo Ziyuan's feelings, she couldn't empathize with his emotions because she hadn't experienced it herself.

"I understand," Mo Ziyuan wiped his face, trying to calm himself down, and pulled Lin Xin up to walk into the main room. "Let's take care of the important business first."

“Okay,” Lin Xin followed him obediently.

The moon was very bright tonight. Through the leaky roof, you could see that the furniture inside was covered with a layer of coarse cloth, but there was a thick layer of dust on the cloth and the floor. As soon as the two of them came in, they left two clear sets of footprints on the floor.

Mo Ziyuan was very familiar with this place. He pulled Lin Xin around the furniture, pushed open a small door next to the bedroom, and went inside. After closing the door, he took out a tinderbox from his pocket, blew on it, and lit an oil lamp on the table.

"You used to come here often?" Lin Xin asked, looking at the lamp that still had half an oil left.

“Yes, sometimes I come here when I’m in a bad mood,” Mo Ziyuan replied, picking up the oil lamp and walking to the antique display shelf that was as tall as the ceiling. He turned a white vase in the center of the shelf around and around several times, and the shelf silently split in two, revealing a dark passageway.

"Is this how rich people play?" Lin Xin looked at the display shelf with curiosity. She had only seen such mechanisms in novels or TV dramas before, and she never expected to see a real one this time.

“Almost every house in the capital that can be considered a residence has its own private room, so there’s nothing strange about that,” Mo Ziyuan said casually.

Lin Xin: "..." Well, poverty has limited my imagination.

Mo Ziyuan, carrying an oil lamp, went in first, not forgetting to pull Lin Xin along.

Upon entering, Lin Xin discovered that it was actually a room filled with wooden boxes with brass-bound corners. It was clear that these boxes were quite old, yet they were remarkably well-preserved, with even the carvings on them still lifelike.

However, what's jarring is that some boxes still have their locks on, while others have had their locks broken, clearly indicating that they were forcibly destroyed without a key.

She glanced at Mo Ziyuan discreetly and saw that his expression hadn't changed, so she realized he probably knew something and didn't say anything more.

"Put all of these away!" Mo Ziyuan said to Lin Xin, pointing to the boxes, his eyes, hidden in the darkness, becoming exceptionally deep.

"Put them all away?" Lin Xin estimated that there were at least thirty or forty boxes.

"Why not just keep it and let others benefit from it?"

"Uh, okay!" Lin Xin silently positioned herself as a mobile warehouse, and then without hesitation, she stepped forward and waved her hand, transferring all the boxes in front of her into her space, leaving only dust marks on the ground where the boxes had been piled up.

"Alright, we've finished collecting everything here. Let's go to another place." Mo Ziyuan's pupils contracted. Although he had seen it several times before, seeing it again still felt unbelievable.

However, Lin Xin found it even more unbelievable, "There's more?"

"Of course, this is nothing! Hurry up, we still need to deliver those corpses to the Qi family after we've collected them all!" Her naive and unworldly demeanor amused Mo Ziyuan, who pulled her out of the secret room and restored the antique display shelf to its original state.