The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space
Chapter 1269: Rich in Ingredients (5)

Chapter 1269: Chapter 1269: Rich in Ingredients (5)

Yang Ruxin watched the scene unfold within the space, inexplicably getting goosebumps all over. She couldn’t even take another bite of her radish; this damn Saintess was too creepy. Immediately, she put down the radish, stood up, and fetched a large wooden basin. This fiend needed a rude awakening.

The Saintess, clutching the net, was about to take Gu Qingheng away, but instead, Gu Qingheng stepped back twice, his blood dripping to the ground, yet he refused to move forward an inch.

Yang Ruxin’s heart ached as she watched, holding the wooden basin and standing in the corner of the space, intently staring at the Saintess.

"Come on, man..." The Saintess, unable to pull Gu Qingheng, stepped back and her eyes began to emit a bright light, with even rippling patterns swirling within them.

The woman could actually perform the Soul-absorbing Technique.

After a moment of stunned hesitation, Gu Qingheng quickly shut his eyes.

"Hehe..." The Saintess laughed, took another step forward, and reached out to touch Gu Qingheng’s face.

But just as her hand extended toward him, it suddenly withdrew at high speed. Unfortunately for her, Yang Ruxin had splashed liquid; even with her quick reflexes, she couldn’t completely avoid it. While she didn’t get a face full of it like Little Quan Jie, her white dress was stained with a patch of blood red, and even had some black particles in it, wafting a rancid stench.

The previous charm was gone, as was her previous grace; the once-imposing Saintess was now in a state of disarray.

Of course, at the moment the basin’s contents were hurled, Gu Qingheng dodged to the side because he heard Xinxin’s voice, so not a drop of blood splattered on him.

Yang Ruxin’s basin was richly concocted, filled with a mixture of half a basin of blood from pheasants, wild rabbits, wild boars, Black Bears, and wild goats. She had even cut open two pheasants’ bellies and stirred in the feces within.

She had had the wrong angle before, but then the damn Saintess had unwittingly moved to Gu Qingheng’s side, into the perfect position for Ruxin to splash her directly.

The space had a preserving function, keeping the prey as fresh as the moment it was stored there, months ago. Some animals were freshly killed, some not quite dead yet; thus, the blood was very fresh, even steaming with warmth, and so were the chicken droppings, which meant the smell was... indescribable, certainly head-spinning.

"Ah..." The Saintess became frantic, "Take them away, take all these people back." Then, she vanished in a swoosh.

People immediately came to drag a few captives forward.

Yang Ruxin dared not delay; as soon as the group moved on, she hurriedly emerged from the space and followed stealthily.

The person in front sensed someone behind them and quickly turned around, but seeing nothing, they couldn’t help but feel unnerved. The incident of the protector and the Saintess being splashed with blood had already stoked fear; could there really be ghosts?

"What’s wrong with you?" a henchman asked.

"You didn’t feel someone following us?" the henchman replied.

The other shook his head: "There’s no one there. Stop being paranoid and let’s move. If we delay, the Saintess will get angry..."

The henchman sped off without looking back, even with the sensation that someone was to his right.

Yang Ruxin let out a cold chuckle and also hurried after him.

Wanren Villa was built according to the mountain terrain and covered an extensive area.

After walking down the sloping path for about fifteen minutes, passing several courtyards, they finally entered a relatively large yard. Shadow Seven and the others were taken straight into the side rooms, while Gu Qingheng was taken into the main house.