He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 176 After Raising Ghosts, I Choose to Lie Down (Part 9)

Da Zhuang and Er Zhuang had never seen anything like this before, and their legs trembled.

Before Wen Yan could even exert any effort, the two gasped and fainted simultaneously.

Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow, glanced at Wen Yan, and asked how to deal with the three of them.

Wen Yan told him to put himself down first, and only after his feet were firmly on the ground did he run over and kick the three people who were lying on the ground, unable to distinguish between humans and animals.

"Tie him up first."

Under Jiang Yu's tyranny, the little ones became incredibly obedient, growing short, lotus-root-like arms to clumsily bind themselves with hemp rope.

Jiang Yu floated behind Wen Yan, like a stake that could only move with a cold face, sticking close to Wen Yan and floating above her.

Wen Yan looked up, revealing her exceptionally beautiful jawline and high, straight nose.

Noticing her gaze, Jiang Yuwei looked down at her: "What's wrong?"

He was already tall and thin, and now that he was floating, it was as if he had added more than 30 centimeters to his original height. Wen Yan could only look up at him. Once or twice was fine, but after a while, her neck really couldn't take it.

Wen Yan tugged at his sleeve: "Have you considered getting down for a walk?"

Jiang Yu blinked. Although he didn't understand why Wen Yan had the idea of ​​making ghosts walk, he still did as she said.

After tying people up, the little meatballs stood in the corner furthest from Jiang Yu, staring at Wen Yan as he dripped with sticky fluid. Then, the moment Jiang Yu lightly swept his hand over, they hurriedly picked off the sesame-seed-sized, eye-like things.

I'd forgotten about them.

Wen Yan waved to the little meatballs, and they shoved and pushed each other as they rolled to Wen Yan's side.

"Can you talk?"

The lumps of flesh all shook their heads.

If we can't communicate, this is going to be difficult.

However, she forgot that she had a cheat code behind her.

Jiang Yu asked in a calm voice, "What do you want to know?"

Wen Yan was thinking when she heard his words and casually replied, "Where did these little meatballs come from?"

"placenta."

Ok? ? ?

Wen Yan was taken aback, "Placement?"

Looking at the twenty or thirty lumps of flesh piled together, her mind was a little confused. Pointing at the three unconscious people, she asked, "Why would they hide so many placentas?"

This question was posed to Jiang Yu, who said he could only read the minds of the dead, not the living.

Jiang Yu then turned his head and seriously considered whether the method of killing several people and then reading their minds was reliable.

Wen Yan caught a glimpse of murderous intent in his eyes, her heart tightened, and she quickly stood on tiptoe to soothe him by patting his head gently, saying in a tender tone, "It's okay, it's alright if you didn't know."

She didn't want Jiang Yu to kill anyone unless absolutely necessary.

No matter how powerful a ghost is, it will bear the burden of karmic debts as long as it kills someone. The more karmic debts it accumulates, the heavier its ghostly aura will become, eventually turning it into a vengeful ghost and completely losing its mind.

Jiang Yu looked at her, his dark eyes reflecting her entire figure, his gaze churning with barely suppressed emotion. He suppressed a soft "hmm" in response to Wen Yan's words of comfort.

Wen Yan didn't sit idle; she searched the house thoroughly. Aunt Wang was cautious and found nothing except the rope and the sleeping pills.

Unable to find her, she simply asked directly. She carefully examined the three unconscious people and finally identified Aunt Wang as the likely culprit.

He dragged her into the toilet in one go, grabbed her head and shoved it into the toilet bowl.

Aunt Wang was jolted awake by the choking, and she struggled to grab the edge of the toilet.

Noticing she was awake, Wen Yan decisively tossed her to the ground and looked down at her, asking, "Is there something wrong with selling us our refrigerators?"

Aunt Wang was breathing heavily in a hoarse voice. Upon hearing this, her lips trembled violently, but she still stubbornly remained silent.

Oh, you're pretty stubborn.

A cold glint flashed in Wen Yan's eyes, and he grabbed her again, throwing her into the toilet. His resentful, chilling voice sounded like a vengeful ghost: "If you don't talk, I'll let that lump of flesh devour you..."

The lumps of flesh jostled and pushed their way in, making gurgling noises. Aunt Wang's hands and feet trembled, and her face turned deathly pale.

As the fleshy mass was about to engulf her, she screamed desperately, "Tell me, I'll tell you! That's placental fluid!"

"What is that?" Even the well-informed Wen Yan didn't realize what placental fluid was.

The swollen mounds of flesh that had been crowding around Aunt Wang slowly receded, and she finally calmed down and explained in a trembling voice, "It's about using the placenta to extract juice..."

Aunt Wang began to explain why she needed to extract the placenta water.

It turns out she had a daughter-in-law who had given birth to several daughters. She had heard that if you squeeze orange juice from the placenta of a male infant and drink it, your next child will definitely be a son.

"The more you drink, the more effective it is..."

Wen Yan's face turned ashen. All she wanted to know was, "Why did we have to sell the refrigerator to Li Shuang?"

“She has someone who gathers spirits with her.” After saying that, Aunt Wang glanced cautiously at Wen Yan. It was obvious who she was referring to as the person who gathers spirits. She continued, “My eldest grandson…”

Perhaps seeing Wen Yan's increasingly grim expression, Aunt Wang stopped speaking.

For some reason, Aunt Wang felt unusually cold, with a chill running down her back. The air seemed to be mixed with a heavy, sticky substance, and she couldn't breathe for a moment.

His pale face gradually turned to terror, and his convulsing arms flailed wildly.

Wen Yan snapped out of her daze, glanced helplessly at the ghost behind her, and whispered, "Stop fooling around."

His demeanor and tone were completely different.

Jiang Yu silently stopped, pressed himself even closer to her from behind, lowered his eyes, and his gaze darkened.

That woman made Yan Yan angry.

His dark, lifeless eyes stared intently at Aunt Wang; in his eyes, she was already dead.

Wen Yan tilted her head and kissed him on the cheek, instantly dissolving his intense murderous aura.

She coaxed him, "Okay, don't be angry. With you here, I'll be fine."

"Ah."

Jiang Yu didn't speak, but hesitated before pressing his face against hers and gently brushing against her cheek, his movements tender and affectionate.

Wen Yan didn't stop him; instead, she let him rub against her. Her bright, crescent-shaped eyes were filled with tiny stars, twinkling at him again and again.

For some reason, the resentment within him gradually stirred, and he pressed his cheek against hers, letting out a barely perceptible groan.

His tone was a mix of pleasure and unbearable unease.

Wen Yan lifted his face, which had clung to her again, glanced at Aunt Wang who was foaming at the mouth and had fainted, pressed her forehead against his, and sighed, "Promise me you won't kill anyone, okay?"

Jiang Yu was somewhat at a loss, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't kill her."

He felt very wronged, extremely wronged.

Looking into his eyes, which gleamed with a subtle light and seemed to speak volumes, Wen Yan felt a pang of guilt and spoke even more gently: "My dear, I didn't say you killed her."

When the address came out, Wen Yan herself was taken aback, and her cheeks instantly turned bright red.

Damn it, how could she utter such a horrible term?!

Jiang Yu's eyes trembled slightly. He lowered his gaze, his eyelashes fluttering, and then pressed his forehead against hers, his Adam's apple bobbing incessantly.

Wen Yan gasped.

I'm going to die!

We can't resist it, we really can't resist it!