Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1112: Whoever touches a member of the Huo Family, must pay a bloody price

Chapter 1112: Chapter 1112: Whoever touches a member of the Huo Family, must pay a bloody price

Hearing Wu Fan’s voice, Wei Xishi slowly lifted his head, revealing those trembling pupils.

His eyes were filled with panic and fear, his complexion pale, looking very off.

Sensing that something was wrong, Wu Fan quickly stepped forward, placing her hand on his shoulder. "What’s wrong with you? What exactly happened?"

This person really seemed as if he had been bewitched, his soul snatched away.

She pressed her hand on Wei Xishi’s shoulder, channeling her witch power into his body to investigate.

The investigation showed that Wei Xishi was normal; he had not been possessed, nor was he inhabited by a puppet monster.

Wu Fan’s eyes, twinkling with a sharp light, sized up Wei Xishi, not understanding how he had ended up in this state.

One should know that this man was usually flamboyant, not only was he venomously tongued but also fastidious, always dressing himself up brightly and beautifully. At this moment, although he’s not too dishevelled, he seemed less appealing than his usual confident and arrogant demeanor.

It was then that Wei Xishi began to speak. His lips quivered as he hoarsely asked Wu Fan, "Do you think someone who has died can be resurrected?"

Not knowing why he was asking, Wu Fan didn’t hesitate to nod, speaking gravely, "Yes, the puppetry technique can resurrect people."

The puppetry technique was one of the Witch Clan’s secret techniques, possessing the ability to bring the dead back to life.

However, once someone was made into a puppet, that person would no longer possess their own spiritual sense and would become a true walking corpse.

Wei Xishi’s refined and genteel face twisted with emotion; of course, he knew the serious implications of the puppetry technique.

He covered his face with both hands, hiding his painfully tormented expression, and speaking in a low, hoarse voice, "My second brother clearly died before my eyes years ago, but now my family tells me he’s still alive and is at home. Have I gone mad, or have they?"

Wei Xishi was filled with doubts, not understanding why his second brother had risen from the dead.

The painful memories buried deep in his heart were dug up again, bringing with them the guilt from that year’s incident.

His mind was a tangle of confusion; he didn’t know how to face his second brother when he returned home, nor did he know whether he should investigate why someone who clearly died before his eyes had come back to life.

He was also aware of something else; the members of the Mysterious Studies World in the Capital City had been very active lately. The Witch Clan’s entrance into the Capital City to confront the Huo Family meant that many cockroaches hiding in the shadows were poised to move.

His second brother’s return at this time might be related to this.

Although he had severed ties with his family, they were still bound by blood relation, and he did not wish to see the Fu Family, which had strived for so long to establish a stable position in the Capital City, be disrupted by the sudden appearance of a relative.

Hearing Wei Xishi’s murmuring, Wu Fan furrowed her good-looking brows, contemplating. "Wei Xishi, I think you need to investigate your suddenly reappeared second brother.

With the current tense situation in the Capital City, don’t do something foolish in despair. Just look at the people who are here today; you should understand the Huo Family’s encroaching attitude toward the Witch Clan."

Not only did Wei Xishi doubt the intent and identity behind his second brother’s sudden emergence, so did Wu Fan.

The sudden appearance of this person at such a critical juncture, coupled with the mysterious event of being resurrected from the dead.

The timing was too coincidental; they were all subconsciously connecting the resurrected person with the Witch Clan.

Huo Yirong had already assigned action areas to everyone. The Spiritual Mountain Gate, Nanyin Temple, and Jade Star Sect had taken their disciples in different directions.

The Vampire members of the Rasambo Family vanished in a blink from their original spot.

Those with sharp eyes caught the remaining shadows of their departure, scattering in different directions.

Disciples of the Longevity Sect gathered together to prepare to move. The Sect Leader, not finding Wu Fan’s figure, couldn’t help but look around in a search.

Seeing her standing in front of Wei Xishi, he called out loudly, "Wu Fan, let’s go!"

"Coming, Master!" Wu Fan responded loudly, patting Wei Xishi on the shoulder with a solemn voice, "Be careful, and contact me anytime if something comes up!"

"You go ahead," Wei Xishi quickly collected his emotions, his complexion somewhat recovered.

His hand hanging by his side clenched tightly into a fist, as he watched Wu Fan merge into the crowd, then he turned and walked in the opposite direction of everyone else.

"Boss!" His assistant Liuliu hurried after him, "Are we leaving now, not sticking around for the commotion?"

"If you want to stay, stay. I need to take a trip home!"

Wei Xishi left in a hurry, urgently needing to confirm whether or not his second brother was still alive, and whether the person was human or a puppet.

He had just left West City when the exit was heavily guarded by the Huo Family’s Hidden Guard and members of the Mystical Sect, strictly forbidding anyone from entering or exiting.

The street where Jiang Liuliu’s nightclub was located used to be extremely crowded, with not a single spot to spare.

After his visit, the once bustling street became deserted.

Huo Yirong had already returned to the carriage, leaning back against the seat with a pleasant demeanor, his slender fingers tapping on the edge of the lowered car window, his lips curled into a satisfied arc.

Jiang Liuliu approached briskly, bowing respectfully, "Second Master, why not take a detour to my humble abode for a visit?"

Sitting in the carriage, Huo Yirong glanced at the man standing outside and lifted the corner of his lips in a smirk filled with malice and anticipation, "No need, I can’t rest easy with the ghosts of West City still at large. I’ll wait here for the good news from everyone."

He wouldn’t calm the anger and frustration in his heart until all those of the Evil Path in West City were rooted out.

While his cousin could be naughty and occasionally cause trouble, it was another matter for outsiders to hurt him.

The Witch Clan didn’t have much courage, and today he intended to show them the price of harming a Huo Family member.

...

Huo Family.

Two hours ago, Huo Qiang left with the third master’s orders.

Two hours later, he returned to the small building where Josh was staying, bringing a man with serious injuries.

By this time, night had fallen, and the Huo Family mansion was brightly lit.

Huo Qiang arrived at an inconvenient time, running into Qin Ruan stepping out of the carriage, followed by Huo Zhi and the Hidden Guard carrying exquisite thermal boxes.

The situation clearly indicated that they were there to bring food to the third master.

Huo Qiang lifted his hand, signaling his subordinates who were quickly dragging the injured man to stop.

Qin Ruan stood beside the carriage, tucking away stray hairs tossed by the breeze, and turned to look over at Huo Qiang and his entourage.

She saw the man being dragged on the ground by the Hidden Guard, shrouded in shadows, his features indiscernible, barely making out that he was a man.

Huo Qiang met Qin Ruan’s examining gaze and bowed slightly, "Madam—"

His followers also bowed respectfully.

Qin Ruan returned their greeting with a lifted hand and then entered the small building with Huo Zhi and the others.

Inside the hall, Huo Yunjiao sat on the sofa with his eyes closed, meditating. He slowly opened his dark and unfathomable eyes upon hearing the approaching footsteps.

What he saw was Qin Ruan, smiling. His usually cold face softened.

Huo Yunjiao extended his hand to Qin Ruan, his lips parting slightly, "Where are Ayao and Anqi? They didn’t bother you?"

Usually, those two kids would cling to Qin Ruan after school, demanding she coax them to eat and then watch over them until they fell asleep.

They stayed up late, reducing the time he could spend intimately with Qin Ruan.

Qin Ruan, holding the third master’s hand, sat down beside him and replied, "They finished their dinner and went upstairs to do their school’s craft homework. The servants are with them; don’t worry."

She took the thermal boxes from Huo Zhi and the others and arranged them on the table, quickly filling the air with the rich scent of food.

Qin Ruan handed the chopsticks to the man beside her, her voice gentle and sympathetic, "You’ve had a long night. Eat first."

Huo Yunjiao took the chopsticks and cast a cold glance toward Huo Qiang and his group as they entered.

The sight of the stranger being dragged in behind them sparked a sharp and fierce light in his tender eyes.

The glance was fleeting, too quick to be caught.

The man was tied up and covered in blood, with a cloth stuffed in his mouth, appearing completely powerless.

Considering the deities of the Netherworld were summoned to capture him, and the man’s identity, Huo Yunjiao’s lips curled in a mocking smile. He lowered his gaze and enjoyed the dinner Qin Ruan had brought.