601: C601 I Was Cursed.

C601 I Was Cursed.

Mo Zhentian was stunned for a few seconds before he turned around.

He saw two reporters sitting on the tree, holding their cameras and taking a series of pictures through the window.

Mo Zhentian's blood instantly rushed to his head.

Not to mention that he was a big shot in Jiangcheng, even if he was just an ordinary civilian, it would be quite embarrassing for him to cause such a scandal!

"Don't take pictures! You can't take pictures!"

Mo Zhentian rushed to the window, trying to stop them.

Unexpectedly, his feet slipped and he fell to the ground.

"Master!" The butler quickly helped him up.

"Hurry! Hurry!"

Mo Zhentian staggered to his feet and pointed outside the window, his voice trembling with emotion. "Hurry and stop them! No... You can't let them spread the photos out!"

The butler was an experienced person, so he naturally knew the pros and cons of the situation.

He immediately called for someone to go down and catch the two reporters.

But...

The tree was empty, and there was no sign of the two reporters.

"It's bad! Let them run!" The butler pounded his chest.

It was only a minute later.

This time, the trouble was huge!

"Butler, it's bad! Master, he... He started eating that thing again!" The maid's voice came from the room.

The butler ran up to take a look.

Sure enough, Mo Zhentian could no longer control himself and squatted beside the toilet to eat the filthy things he had eaten before.

What… what should he do?

“Butler, how about… how about we call the police? The old master is in such a terrible state right now…” the maid suggested with a trembling voice.

She had never seen anyone treat the filthy things like delicacies in her life.

He was simply insane!

“You’re not allowed to call the police!” the butler shouted sternly.

The maid said, “No… we’re not going to call the police. What should we do now? The old master is already…”

The butler’s face darkened. He thought for a long time.

“Go to the back mountain!”

Although Mo Zhentian had never told him about the master, as the butler of this place, the fact that there was a master in the small wooden house at the back mountain could not escape his eyes!

After settling Mo Zhentian down, the butler personally went to the back mountain and knocked on the door of the small wooden house.

“Who is it?” a deep voice came from inside the house.1

The butler said, “Senior, I’m the butler of the manor. I didn’t want to disturb your meditation, but our old master is…”

The master’s heart trembled when he heard this.

“What happened to Mo Zhentian?”

One had to know that Mo Zhentian was an important part of all his plans.

He would never allow anything to happen to him!

“Senior, don’t be nervous. Our old master is fine. It’s just that…” The butler was a little embarrassed. “If… you don’t mind, please come with me.”

Inside the wooden house, the master was slightly hesitant.

Obviously, he was weighing whether this trip was worth it.

"Senior, I beg of you, please follow me to take a look." The butler spoke earnestly.

The master was still a master, after all.

"Alright."

The two of them left the wooden house together and entered the tall villa in front of them.

"Senior, what do you think is wrong with our master?" Half an hour later, the butler couldn't help but ask.

The master narrowed his eyes and slowly released the hand that was holding onto Mo Zhentian's heart.

"He was cursed."

"Cursed? But our master has been staying in the manor these past two days and hasn't gone anywhere." The butler was a little puzzled.

"Heh!"

The master snorted coldly. "If he hasn't gone out, how could he be cursed?"

What ignorance!

In this world, as long as one's cultivation was strong enough, even if it was tens of thousands of miles away, it would still be an easy matter!

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