22 Freezing rage

of me. His deep eyes held a complex emotion I couldn't decipher.Jiang Qiyun pulled open my shirt, and I thought he was going to bite the sensitive skin on my chest again—that was one of his favorites—...I was about to turn around when a dull pain struck my back of the neck. My vision went black and I lost consciousness.

However, this time I didn't fall unconscious for long before I heard shouts and yelling.

It was Song Wei's voice, she cried and scolded—

"You old pervert! What are you trying to do by putting on airs and playing tricks Trying to be a scoundrel! You damned turtle, you stinking donkey, die on the roadside like a stray dog — aaah!"

A tearing sound of fabric made me much more alert.

This is a earthen house, I was tied up with my hands bound to the table legs, on the other side of the dilapidated earthen kang, Song Wei was also tied up.

"Well, well, little hoof seems you like this wild style after all. That's perfect, my tools are broken just happened to need someone to continue the work for me…" A short and fat man said, his tone strange, like a foreigner's.

There was a dim kerosene lamp on the table. I saw two people at the door, one was the driver, he had rolled his eyes and was convulsing.

Another one...is that short-haired girl who went missing a long time ago!

Her face was terrifying, her eyes were blank and her mouth dripped with some unknown liquid. Yet, even in this state, she continued to move mechanically.

This... is practically a corpse.

The short, stout man reached out and drew circles and talismans on Song Wei's chest. He was the esoteric sorcerer invited by the Hou family!

Song Wei trembled in fright, but her mind was still clear. She cried, "I, my period hasn't left yet, you'll be unlucky!"

The short, stout man completely ignored them, muttering to himself in unintelligible words.

Suddenly he shouted, "That's enough! Come over here! Just throw that rotten body away!"

Upon hearing this, the high school girl who was writhing on the ground suddenly slumped over, her limbs seemingly dislocated. At that moment, she was crawling forward like a maggot!

"This little girl's body is just not durable..." the short, fat man spat in disdain.

Soon, I saw a woman with long hair rising from the body of a high school girl. This must be the female ghost attached to that rogue bronze statue!

She blindly obeyed the stout man's orders, preparing to lie inside Song Wei's body.

I gnawed on the rope in my hand, anxiously recalling the incantations I had seen in the book.

What is the gesture for killing ghosts Is it pinching Yinwen first, then Chenwen and picking them out

My head was in a whirl, and in my panic I moved too abruptly, shaking the table. The short, fat man immediately turned his head, his evil eyes fixed on me as he said: "Don't worry... I still need you as a hostage to make your brother find the bronze tower for me..."

The female ghost drifted onto Song Wei's body, and I cried out in panic, "Stop! Stop!"

Song Wei also cried: "Xiao Qiao! I'm so scared, woo woo woo! This dead pervert!"

The female ghost fluctuated several times, but she still couldn't possess anyone!

The short, stout man was stunned. He didn't know that Song Wei coincidentally had pure yang blood, she couldn't see ghosts, and ghosts couldn't get onto her!

The short, stout man still thought Song Wei was carrying some kind of magical artifact. I quickly struggled to my feet, gripping the table legs with both hands. I didn't know where I got the strength from, but I suddenly swung at the short, stout man—

With a loud bang, the short and stout man was smashed onto the earthen kang by me. I was stunned—when did I become so strong!

A chill sensation brushed past his ear. Jiang Qiyun said coldly, "I just told you to be careful of strangers, and you actually dared to get into a stranger's car."

I... I didn't expect that speeding would cause an accident—

Jiang Qiyun enveloped me from behind, releasing my hands.

The big gate swung open with a bang, and I saw several gray-white figures flying around before crashing into the short, fat man.

The short, stout man screamed incessantly, cursing, “Who are you, fellow practitioner! We don't interfere with each other! Why do you disrupt my ritual!”

Can't he see the clouds rising from the river

I stole a glance at him. He remained silent, his face as cold as frost. His deep eyes held a glimmer of gold like suppressed fury.

I couldn't help but shiver, mumbling: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

His icy anger made me forget I was in danger.

I resent his coldness, I resent his indifference.

But, but...

From the night I turned sixteen, I have been given to him…

And now, I, I——

Song Wei's scream shook me to my core, but Jiang Qiyun didn't have the slightest intention of saving her—he was long accustomed to the cycles of life and death in this world and wouldn't care about the life of an unrelated mortal.

I suddenly broke free from his embrace and reached for the kang, pulling Song Wei down!

The dying, struggling short man kicked up his leg and hit the table. The table slammed into my lower back —

Jiang Qiyun caught me just in time, pulling me out of that terrifyingly howling earthen hut.

I dragged Song Wei, her body trembling with fear. I dared not look at his face.

He was furious.

I've found myself in danger time and time again. He's warned me twice already, yet here I am, recklessly going to save my best friend...

Things happen three times at most, he probably wanted to slap me dead right now.

My brother's car arrived at this moment, its headlights blazing as it rushed in. Song Wei cried out and ran into the car.

I stood there, Jiang Qiyun staring at me wordlessly. I didn't even dare to say sorry.

Just now the table slammed into my lower back, and when he pulled me out, a liquid flowed out...

At this moment, I felt a chill run down my spine. I was so scared that I trembled like chaff in the wind.

Could this be blood

If it's blood coming out, then there's something wrong with my insides.

"Emperor... the evil cultivator's soul has already been devoured clean by us..." several floating, translucent gray shadows said.

Jiang Qiyun raised his hand, and the gray shadows disappeared.

"Mu Xiaqiao." His icy voice rang out.

My whole body trembled, and tears streamed down my face.

"Take care of yourself." His lips uttered words that filled me with dread.

Take care of yourself What does "take care of yourself" mean

If I had heard such resolute words a few weeks ago, I would have thanked the gods for sparing me!

But now, I, I don't want to hear that kind of thing!

He is my nightmare, he occupies my nights.

He struck me with a cold, callous indifference.

But now, he's facing away from me!

“Jiang…rise clouds…rise clouds…” I trembled and called out twice.

His figure began to turn transparent.

"Husband... Old Husband..." My voice broke with sobs and pleas.

He glanced at me faintly and disappeared from my sight.

"Little Qiao! What are you doing standing here Where's Jiang Qiyun Did he leave Hurry up and get in the car!" My brother had already started the car and rushed down to pull me.

I didn't dare to move.

I didn't dare to take a step.

"Brother..." My voice was a little hoarse: "I, I seem to... be bleeding..."e say they protected the mistress well""It wasn't luck, it was my fault... I shouldn't have recited the Treasure Scripture, I didn't know such a terrifying beast would appear, and it was so fast—Ah Me...