bullyxtreme Chapter 172 After Raising Ghosts, I Choose to Lie Down (Part 5)
Chapter 172 After Raising Ghosts, I Choose to Lie Down (Part 5)
Wen Xianzheng's expression gradually hardened. He ignored Wen Yan, this little shrimp who was no match for ghosts, and a resolute look flashed in his turbid pupils.
Behind him stood a row of people, including Wen Shouzhen, who had just arrived, and the rest were promising talents of the Wen family in this generation.
They moved spontaneously and formed a complex symbolic shape.
Everyone knows what to do, except Wen Yan.
She watched their actions quietly, like an outsider.
"You stand in the middle."
Wen Xianzheng instructed Wen Yan to go to the middle, while the others silently turned their heads away.
Surprising.
This is quite a spectacle...
"Sacrifice, gather souls."
Jiang Yu appeared out of nowhere, a cold wind blowing against his ears, inexplicably carrying a menacing aura.
Her heart pounded, and Wen Yan took a step back. Although she had a vague guess in her heart, she still gasped in disbelief when the truth was revealed.
Ha, so this is what they call family?
Jiang Yu looked down at the whorl of hair on her head, a few strands of her dark hair fluttering in the night wind, his expression complex.
I really don't know how she got through it all.
"Stop dawdling and come over here right now."
Seeing her dawdling, Wen Xianzheng grew impatient and turned to signal her to forcibly pull her over.
Wen Yan tilted her head slightly towards Jiang Yu: "If you try to escape, what are your chances of success?"
"very."
A detached voice, yet a reassuring sense of security.
"Xiaoyan..."
Wen Shouzhen stepped forward, looking troubled: "You won't be in danger."
Wen Yan was so angry she laughed.
"Sacrifice? You're telling me I won't be in danger?"
Wen Xianzheng: "It's not like I'm going to kill you. I'm just copying your ability to summon ghosts."
She will replicate her irresistible charm onto the doll, and she, as the mother, will nourish the doll with her blood.
She and the doll share similar constitutions and have swapped destinies.
In other words, next time we don't need to call her to summon the ghost; we can just leave the doll there, and the ghost will come and suck the scent.
That sounds good, but—
If something goes wrong, the baby will die, and Wen Yan will be finished too.
"Your mother really gave you a big face. Would you rather stand there and wait to die?"
Wen Yan didn't even bother to criticize.
Before, she had no choice but to be used as bait, but now that she's standing next to a big shot, she can stand tall.
Wen Shouzheng frowned, clearly very angry, but he only glanced at Wen Xianzheng and remained silent.
A hurricane suddenly erupted in the open area, and a large clump of loose wood and sand came crashing in at an extremely fast speed, smashing the seemingly respectable group of people to pieces.
Wen Yun got up and spat out a few mouthfuls of sawdust. His eyes were bloodshot. He quickly ran to Wen Xianzheng and helped his father up: "Dad, are you alright?"
Wen Xianzheng's eyes were seeing stars, and he gently pressed his trembling hand on Wen Xianzheng's shoulder.
Wen Yan marveled.
As expected of Jiang Yu, his move was swift...
Her heart suddenly pounded violently, brimming with power as if trying to break free. She pressed her visibly throbbing chest and vomited blood.
In the center of the scattered rune, where the spot that was originally reserved for her was now occupied by a doll, with black energy gathering on it.
The souls have been gathered... and it's done.
"Jiang Yu!"
Wen Yan turned her head in a daze, only to find a huge, grotesque face pressed against hers, the stench of a corpse making her almost vomit up all the bread she had eaten that day.
She turned over and tried to vomit, but only vomited up a pool of blood.
"My blood, what a waste."
Wen Yan looked at the pool of red blood on the ground and felt it was a pity.
Before she could even sigh, her neck was already gripped by the hideously ugly and foul-smelling female ghost in front of her.
"Jiang, Jiang Yu, save me..."
Wen Yan suddenly found herself exhaling more than inhaling, her throat feeling as if it were being crushed by coarse gravel.
"Are you calling for that male ghost? He's being entangled by my original body and can't break free anytime soon... Pfft, ah!"
Before the female ghost could finish speaking, her entire body trembled violently, and she screamed uncontrollably, causing the air to tremble.
The Wen family, already confused, were completely stunned.
All they saw was an incredibly powerful female ghost gripping Wen Yan's neck, and then their brains shut down.
Jiang Yu, with a dark expression, slowly approached, carrying the female ghost's body, which was broken into several pieces, with one hand.
Each step was taken extremely slowly, as if to the beat of death.
The female ghost had already used up most of her resentment to separate them, and now she really had no way to fight him.
She ran east and west, relentlessly pursued by Jiang Yu, who tore ghosts apart with his bare hands. The pain, etched into her bones, made her scream even more heart-wrenchingly.
"Don't move! Don't, don't tear Mommy's clothes!"
The little male ghost who had run away earlier suddenly reappeared, holding the doll containing Wen Yan's soul and calling out in a trembling voice.
Jiang Yu paused, his gaze so cold it could kill a ghost. He freed his hand and rushed straight at the little male ghost, his resentment so intense it could almost shatter the ghost.
In desperation, the little ghost swallowed the doll whole, hugged his rolling belly, closed his eyes, and cried for his mother.
The overwhelming resentment came to an abrupt halt.
With a grim face, Jiang Yuqing threw the nearly lifeless fragments of the female ghost next to the little male ghost, watching him eagerly pick up his mother's fragments and wail.