Chapter 491 Summoning Lightning

Jessica had diluted the ink, and Daniel took some using a chicken feather to draw on the paper.

Soon he had completed a circle and drew a turtle with three characters on its shell—Pork. As soon

as Pork saw his name on the turtle, he felt insulted.

He glowered at Daniel, demanding an explanation. "What do you mean by this, country boy?"

"There's no deeper meaning," Daniel replied cheerfully.

"No deeper meaning? You write my name on this turtle and claim it’s innocent? Are you cursing

me? Yes, you must be!"

Rather than responding directly, Daniel prodded further, "Are you your grandfather's biological

grandson?"

Pork, perplexed by Daniel's question but still adamant, declared, "Of course I'm his biological

grandson! Could you possibly be his grandson?"

"How could I be your grandpa's grandson? If I were, how would I marry your cousin? I'm his

grandson-in-law."

"What does being his biological grandson have to do with you drawing a turtle and writing my name

on this paper?"

"Of course, it's related!" Daniel said with a smirk. "Since you are the patient's biological grandson,

you need to play the part of the turtle. I'm preparing to conduct a ritual, and I need to summon

Xuanwu to call forth lightning."

"What's this 'summoning Xuanwu' nonsense?”

"Uncle, you went to school, didn't you?"

"I’m a graduate of Oxford University. Do you think I just attended elementary school?"

"Since you're such an educated man, you should know that Xuanwu is a turtle, right?"

"Obviously, I know that Xuanwu is a turtle!"

At that moment, something clicked for Pork. "What are you getting at, country boy? You want me to

play the role of the turtle to summon lightning?"

"Exactly! Uncle, you are the old man’s own grandson, and to save him, we need to bring down the

lightning. To do that, we need a turtle, and you, Uncle, are the most suitable candidate."

"Stop talking nonsense, country boy! Summoning lightning? Acting as a turtle? I see through your

game; you can’t really save the old man. This is just a ploy to humiliate and disrespect me! I'm not

falling for it! I absolutely refuse to be the turtle!"

"Uncle, if you play the turtle, and we manage to save the old man together, I'll call off our bet.

Otherwise, you'll have to crawl on the ground, bark like a dog, wiggle your butt, and lick my shoes

clean!"

"When did I bet with you? When did I lose? Don’t spout nonsense and lie through your teeth,

country boy!"

Pork shamelessly denied the bet outright.

Daniel knew that among those present, only Avery had the authority to rein in Pork. So, he turned to

her with a grin, "Mom, you were here when Uncle and I made the bet. Now that Uncle wants to

weasel out of it, I'm counting on you to make things right!"