Evil Immortal!

When he got home, Meng Yuan gently knocked on the door three times.

"Little Taro, it's me."

Soon, the courtyard gate opened, revealing the figure of the younger sister, Meng Yu.

She was still the same as before, with dry, yellow hair, a thin, pale, and expressionless face. She didn't say a word, just quietly stared at Meng Yuan.

Meng Yuan was used to his younger sister's withdrawn and sullen personality and didn't think much of it.

No sooner had Meng Yuan sat down than several uninvited guests barged in without knocking.

"Hehe, Brother Meng, did you just get off work today?"

The leader was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a sallow complexion and disheveled clothes. He looked nonchalant, but he had a strong, muscular physique that made him someone not to be underestimated.

Behind him followed two attendants, both of whom had an arrogant and haughty demeanor.

The visitor was Chen Bao, a minor leader of the Green Snake Gang. He had been eyeing the Meng family's ancestral home for some time and had visited several times, offering to buy it at a high price.

Meng Yuan would certainly not agree; who would sell their ancestral home? If he weren't powerless, he would have wanted to kill Chen Bao!

Having a house means you can barely make ends meet, even if you're poor. But if you don't even have a place to stay, you become a homeless vagrant, and your fate is tragic.

Moreover, this guy claims to be buying a house, but the price he offers is far below the market price. He clearly intends to force a sale and extort money from the buyer.

Therefore, Chen Baoming is clearly not leaving a way out for the brother and sister!

Before Meng Yuan had awakened his memories of his past life, he was timid and cowardly, and although he repeatedly refused, Chen Bao regarded him as a pushover.

But things are different now.

"Oh, it's Brother Chen! Please have a seat."

Meng Yuan smiled and warmly invited him to pour water.

"Brother Meng, there's no need to be so polite. I think we should just speak frankly."

Chen Bao glanced at the chipped teacup with some disdain, showing no intention of drinking it, and without any pleasantries, went straight to the point:

"How have you decided about selling the house?"

Meng Yu stood right next to Meng Yuan, her appearance tinged with gray and white tones. Strangely, the three living people, including Chen Bao, seemed to be blind to her, completely ignoring her.

"I've thought it through."

Meng Yuan didn't notice anything unusual and shook his head, saying, "I'm not selling the house."

"Not for sale?"

Chen Bao raised an eyebrow, then gave a forced smile: "That's such a pity."

As he spoke, he shook his head slightly and was about to get up and leave when he heard Meng Yuan say, "I plan to borrow eighty taels of silver from you, Brother Chen, using the house deed as collateral."

"You want to borrow money from me?" Chen Bao was taken aback, clearly quite surprised.

"What are you going to do with so much money, kid?"

Chen Bao scrutinized Meng Yuan, somewhat surprised, as if he were seeing him for the first time.

This kid used to be so timid and cowardly, but today he seems like a completely different person, with an incredibly arrogant tone, readily threatening to mortgage his ancestral home to me.

"To be honest, Brother Chen," Meng Yuan smiled shyly, lying through his teeth, "I'm at the age where I need to get married and have children, so naturally I need to raise some money to get a wife..."

"Borrowing money to get married..."

Chen Bao's lips twitched slightly; the reason made sense.

However, this guy is ruthless; he mortgaged his ancestral home to get married.

What kind of stupid and idiotic person would do something like that?

That makes sense, though. With his parents dead and no siblings, he's all set for himself and doesn't care about such things.

Besides, this was a good thing for him. Chen Bao's eyes darted around, and he shook his head, saying, "Eighty taels of silver won't do. Your ancestral home is nice, but the location is a bit out of the way, and the courtyard is small. It's not worth that much money. How about this, if you're willing, sixty taels of silver. I'll have someone bring the silver over later!"

"You know my rules, Chen Bao. If you can repay me seventy-eight taels of silver within three months, I can redeem the house deed. How about it?"

Meng Yuan readily nodded in agreement: "Okay."

He knew, of course, that his ancestral home was worth more than sixty taels of silver; if sold properly, it would probably fetch more than one hundred taels.

However, now is not the time to dwell on this. After being rejected several times, Chen Bao's patience had run out. If he were to be rejected again today, the other party would definitely not give up easily.

Moreover, if Chen Bao planned to trick him, wouldn't Meng Yuan also want to trick Chen Bao in return?

......

Before long, Chen Bao's men delivered fifty-four taels of silver.

The phrase "nine out, thirteen back" means that you borrow ten taels of silver, but only receive nine taels, and you still have to repay thirteen taels.

After both parties signed and affixed their fingerprints, Meng Yuan handed over the house deed to the other party.

Chen Bao put away the house deed with satisfaction, stood up and said with a smile, "Alright, Brother Meng, rest now, farewell."

"Take care, Brother Chen. Don't bother seeing me out."

As Meng Yuan watched the other person's departing figure, he knew that the matter was over.

But he also knew that after this battle, he had fallen into Chen Bao's trap.

Perhaps in time, these people will resort to some underhanded tactics to make him "accidentally" fall into the water or mysteriously disappear.

Since the person is gone, the money can't be repaid, and the house along with the money will rightfully fall into the other party's hands.

But Meng Yuan didn't care.

Now that he has the money, he just needs to get his hands on the "Black Pig Gluttony Technique" so he can become a cultivator as soon as possible. At that time, someone like Chen Bao will be no threat!

As for her younger sister, Meng Yu, she remained silent throughout, like an outsider with a very low profile. She quietly observed the actions and expressions of the others, seemingly finding everything novel.

......

Late at night, Meng Yuan, exhausted from a long day, lay in bed, his mind quickly drifting away as he fell asleep.

Outside the window, a bright moon, as large as a jade plate, hangs high in the sky, emitting a faint moonlight.

The moonlight was faintly tinged with blood, making it look particularly eerie!

Strands of moonlight shone through the window into the room and onto Meng Yuan.

The malformed sarcoma was exceptionally active under the moonlight, with dark purple blood vessels pulsating slightly. In particular, the distorted human face, now relaxed, revealed an eerie smile, as if it were alive.

In a daze, Meng Yuan had a dream.

The deformed sarcoma on his neck grew rapidly and turned into a head.

This head looks exactly like his face, yet it exudes a handsome and eerie charm, and it can speak human language.

The fake Meng Yuan imitated his voice, learned his intonation, and mimicked his tone.

Gradually, Meng Yuan discovered that he had lost the ability to speak, and even gradually lost control of his body.

In the end, he couldn't even sense the existence of his own body!

Instead, the 'head' formed from the mutated sarcoma took control of his body, manipulating it to work for the river patrol team, patrol, eat, drink, and talk to people, truly replacing him and becoming the real Meng Yuan...

Meng Yuan could only watch all this unfold silently, powerless to stop it, his heart filled with despair and fear!

In the end, he lost himself and everything.

"call--"

Meng Yuan suddenly woke up with a start, only to find himself covered in a cold sweat, his clothes sticking to his body, feeling sticky and uncomfortable. What had just happened was just a dream!

"Thankfully, it was just a dream..."

He was still shaken.

However, when Meng Yuan's gaze fell on the face beside him, he was suddenly startled, because the distorted face was staring straight at him with a strange smile on its lips!

"Holy shit!!!"

Meng Yuan sat bolt upright as if struck by lightning, his heart pounding uncontrollably. It took him a long time to recover, and his face turned rather pale.