Chapter 115 Withered
Song Yan looked at the brightly lit hotel. On the second floor, he heard someone humming a popular song. He sneered. This man and the mother and daughter were a perfect match. These two people were as heartless as he was. He drew those spells that could suffocate a seven-year-old child, but he didn't seem to feel guilty at all. Instead, he seemed to be having a lot of fun here.
"Tsk" she smacked her lips and walked towards the hotel door. To deal with this man, she could of course jump out of his room window, but that would only alert him. When she reached the door, she was not surprised to find a formation that prevented unidentified people from entering. Haha, at least this man knew how many wrong things he had done.
She raised her hand and bit her thumb, using her own blood to draw a formation on the door to counter the formation drawn by the man and his master. As soon as the formation was drawn, the door curled and hissed. Smoke began to drift from the surface of the door before the array broke. Once the formation was broken, Song Yan easily entered the guest room, and the moment she stepped in, her brows furrowed. This place was no longer the same as before - when her mother was alive, there was almost no trace. There was her figure in every room, but now, those small traces have disappeared.
Chu Lian must have spent a lot of money to renovate not only the main building but also the guest house. She must have wanted to erase all traces of her mother from this house, just as she had erased her mother's existence from this world. A hint of cruelty flashed in her eyes. She came here just to teach Song Lan a lesson, and now she had to deal with Chu Lie as well. Of course, what she wanted to do most was to break into their room and end this once and for all. Although she couldn't do it, she needed to find out where they hid her mother's body before she could take any action against them.
Until then, those women cannot die.
She took out a talisman from her space ring, drew a formation that she would never draw in her life, and then went upstairs. The stairs were very old, and although they were old, they still creaked - Xu Qing, the disciple of the old master, was doing another homework assigned by the master, and suddenly heard the stairs creaking, as if someone was coming up.
He dropped the knife in his hand with some surprise and stood up. The puppy curled up in the corner whimpered and tried to drag its bloody body away from the person who wanted to kill it - black magic, when it comes to the blood of innocent people, whether it is human or not, works best.
Xu Qing hadn't learned everything yet, so his master asked him to bring some puppies from the street to train. He was a little scared at first, but as things progressed, Xu Qing got used to it. After all, he was already training to be a dark master, so what was there to be afraid of?
He opened the door of the room and walked out from the top of the stairs. There was nothing and no one came up. So what was that squeaking sound? Was it a mouse? The frown on his face showed how frustrated he was. Why not? He wanted to work here, so he asked the Chu woman to give him a quiet workplace. If mice were running around everywhere, how could he work quietly?
It seems that I have to teach that Mrs. Chu a lesson tomorrow morning. He is not her guest. If it weren't for him and his master, he would be her accomplice. If she were the only one alive, she would have to sleep on the street and eat out of the trash can. She couldn't sleep on the softest bed and eat the best food from all over the world, but she treated him like this - letting him live in a hotel that didn't even clean the sanitation. What a shame!
He snorted and walked back to his room, if he had paid attention he would have seen the figure walking by, but due to his arrogance and pride he couldn't see it.
After closing the door, he walked back to his room and saw the dog that was used to draw blood and draw talismans. It dragged him out of the magic circle. He felt even worse. He strode over and picked it up. He grabbed the puppy's neck. "Where do you think you can escape to, little thing? Do you think you can escape?"
With a harsh voice, he put the puppy back on the formation he had drawn and began to draw talismans. He didn't need to pay attention to the puppy's whimpering, but as he became busier and busier, he began to feel a little dizzy.
He frowned and rubbed his brows as if he was anemic, then tried to focus on the spell again. His master would come tomorrow, and he had to finish it before tomorrow - but then his fingers began to tremble and his vision began to distort.
He looked up blankly, wondering whether to ask the servants in the main house to come and pack something for him, when he suddenly felt something was wrong - he looked around and found that the puppy he picked up was nowhere to be seen! Surprised, he tried to stand up, but he tripped and almost fell. Wow, he shook his head and tried to stand up again, but he couldn't stand up at all - he looked down blankly and almost fainted at the scene in front of him.
Why? Why were his legs shrunken like a corpse?
A scream broke the silence of the night, and Song Yan, who was standing outside, chuckled. "Are you a little slow?"