Sludge suction system

With the wedding date fast approaching and only half a month remaining, the Mu family seemed shrouded in an eerie dark cloud, plunging into inexplicable chaos and oppression.

That afternoon, the sunlight was obscured by layers of dark clouds, and the atmosphere inside the mansion was oppressively suffocating. Mu Wan sat on a carved sandalwood chair, her eyes revealing irritability and impatience. She was already simmering with resentment due to the inexplicable oppression in the mansion lately, and now everything seemed irritating. It was as if an unnamed fire was burning fiercely in her chest, just waiting for an outlet. At this moment, the maid Xiao Cui cautiously brought forward a teacup, her hands trembling slightly with fear. She accidentally shook the teacup slightly, making a soft sound.

Mu Wan instantly flew into a rage, and with a loud "smack," she slapped Xiao Cui hard across the face. A clear red mark immediately appeared on Xiao Cui's face, and she lost her balance and fell to the ground. "You wretched servant, are you trying to scald me to death? Did someone instruct you to do this?" Mu Wan's eyes widened in fury as she roared, her shrill voice seeming to pierce through the walls. She thought to herself that someone in this mansion was probably deliberately trying to antagonize her, disliking her so much that even a maid dared to be so insolent. And the first person she suspected behind all this was Wang Jing, the man who had been acting unusually attentive lately.

Just then, Wang Jing rushed over. Entering the room, his face beaming, he hurriedly stepped forward to support Mu Wan's arm. "Wanwan, don't be angry, don't be angry! Be careful not to upset yourself. This maid is so reckless; I will punish her severely." As he spoke, his eyes, like those of a venomous snake, coldly swept over Xiao Cui, who cowered on the ground, afraid to make a sound. Wang Jing inwardly sneered. Mu Wan was already arrogant and domineering, but now, at this crucial moment, she was so difficult to deal with. If it weren't for the Spirit Serpent Poison Technique manual, he wouldn't be putting up with this humiliation. However, he also knew Mu Wan's fiery temper and knew he couldn't show any weakness at this moment; he had to calm her down first.

Mu Wan abruptly shook off Wang Jing's hand, the force so strong that Wang Jing staggered. Her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes filled with anger and suspicion: "Wang Jing, stop with your pretense! Don't think I don't know what you're up to. These past few days, one thing after another has happened in the manor, servants have been making mistakes one after another, it's probably all your doing, you treacherous villain!" Looking at Wang Jing's hypocritical demeanor, Mu Wan's disgust grew stronger. She felt that every expression and every word he spoke was full of hypocrisy and calculation. She even regretted ever trusting this man and agreeing to marry him.

Wang Jing was startled, his eyes flashing with panic, but he quickly regained his aggrieved and innocent expression, his eyes reddening rapidly, his voice choked with emotion: "Wanwan, how could you think of me like that? Our wedding is approaching, I'm overjoyed, and I eagerly anticipate spending the rest of my life with you. How could I do such a despicable thing? You must be in a bad mood lately, which is why you've made these unfounded misunderstandings." In reality, while secretly cursing Mu Wan's shrewdness, he was also thinking about how to quickly coax her into revealing the whereabouts of the secret manual, because time was of the essence, and he couldn't wait any longer.

"Misunderstanding?" Mu Wan laughed angrily, her laughter filled with sarcasm and disdain. "These past few days, you've been frequently mentioning my Mu family's secret manual of the Spirit Serpent Poisoning Technique in front of me, subtly inquiring about its whereabouts. Do you really think I'm a fool blinded by love? That's my Mu family's most prized treasure, a closely guarded secret. Just give up on that idea!" At this moment, Mu Wan was certain that Wang Jing harbored ill intentions. All her love for him had vanished, leaving only deep vigilance and hostility. She vowed never to let Wang Jing's scheme succeed, even if it cost her her life.

Wang Jing harbored deep resentment, but on his face he feigned a look of heartbreak and despair, as if he had been wronged: "Wanwan, in your heart, am I such a despicable and vile person? I merely heard of the astonishing power of this secret manual and, out of curiosity, casually asked about it. I had absolutely no intention of coveting it." In his heart, however, he was calculating that Mu Wan was so stubborn that he would have to find another way. Perhaps he could pry some clues from the other people in the Mu family. If all else failed, he would have to resort to force, even if it meant completely breaking ties with the Mu family.

Mu Wan crossed her arms and turned her head away angrily. "Hmph! You hypocrite with your silver tongue, I bet you're only after the secret manual. Let me tell you, as long as I, Mu Wan, have a breath left, you'll never get the manual, and the Mu family will never be schemed against by a villain like you!"

Wang Jing clenched his fists, his knuckles white from the force of his grip, his nails almost digging into his palms. He gritted his teeth, but maintained his facade of deep affection: "Wanwan, your misunderstanding and false accusation of me is truly heartbreaking. Alright, calm down first. I'll come see you later, and hopefully you'll be able to speak to me calmly then." With that, he turned and left, his steps slightly unsteady. The moment he stepped out of the room, his feigned affection vanished instantly, replaced by a sinister and resolute expression, his eyes flashing with malice. He secretly vowed that no matter the cost, he would seize the secret manual from the cunning and domineering Mu Wan before their marriage, even if it meant turning the Mu household upside down and causing bloodshed.

In the gloomy, secret chamber, the candlelight flickered, casting eerie shadows. Mu Yangzi, dressed in a black robe, with snow-white hair and a cold expression, sat on a futon with his eyes closed, concentrating on practicing the Mu family's unique skill, the Spirit Serpent Poison Technique.

As he circulated his cultivation technique, a faint blue-green light emanated from his body, and his aura grew increasingly sharp. However, a moment later, Mu Yangzi suddenly frowned, a look of pain appearing on his face. He sensed that the flow of true energy within his body was obstructed, as if a strange force was constantly interfering with and eroding his meridians, like countless fine needles pricking him, causing him great discomfort in his chest.

With a "poof," Mu Yangzi suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, which splattered onto the stone slab in front of him, emitting wisps of blue smoke and a pungent, putrid stench. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with shock and anger, thinking to himself, "What kind of insidious poison is this? It was able to silently infiltrate my body and even entangle and contend with the true energy of the Spirit Serpent Poison Technique!"

Mu Yangzi suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body and began to carefully examine the abnormality within. His consciousness, like a thin thread, traveled through his meridians, only to discover to his astonishment that the poison was like a lurking venomous snake, tightly binding his true qi and continuously spreading. Wherever it passed, the meridians were damaged to varying degrees, displaying an eerie dark purple hue.

He tried to use the power of the Serpent's Venom Technique to expel the poison from his body, but each time he exerted his strength, the poison clung to him like a leech, not only difficult to remove but also backfired with even greater force, causing him unbearable pain. Mu Yangzi's face grew increasingly pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, dripping onto the ground and soaking a small patch.

"Who on earth dares to lay such a cruel hand on me!" Mu Yangzi muttered through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing with cold light and murderous intent rising. He knew that if he did not find an antidote soon, not only would his own life be in danger, but the Mu family's long-standing Spirit Snake Poisoning Technique would also be lost, and the entire Mu family would inevitably face annihilation.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door of the secret room. Who could it be?