Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1147: The Fierce Li Puppet, Seizing Vitality with Formations

Chapter 1147: Chapter 1147: The Fierce Li Puppet, Seizing Vitality with Formations

Lin Hao’s fur bristled with anger, a sight that caught the eye of Weng En, whose face betrayed no discernible emotion, still wearing that smack-worthy expression.

Yet the mirth in his eyes was about to overflow.

Weng En said, "I won’t be leaving the Huo Family for now."

Lin Hao’s expression faltered slightly before he feigned indifference, "That’s for the best!"

He scanned the Hidden Guards who were continuously emerging from the building, glared fiercely at Weng En, then turned and left.

The person he had been searching for all these years was now appearing at the Huo Mansion, and their identity was bound to be complex.

Lin Hao was now a valuable subordinate at Qin Ruan’s side, and having dealt with some matters recently, he was aware that the new faces at the Huo Family had returned from undercover assignments.

He did not know why someone previously entangled with the Witch Clan had once again become associated with the Huo Family.

His mind was full of unsolvable riddles, the curiosity intense enough to vex Lin Hao.

However, seeing Weng En alive, the joy in his heart outweighed the anger, if only by a little.

Lin Hao and Weng En turned their backs to each other, walking in opposite directions.

From angles where they could not see each other, they both wore similar smiles, brimming with reassurance and happiness.

Qin Ruan was roused from a satisfying hour of sleep by the sound of knocking.

Her eyes remained closed as she lifted her hand to press her brow, her voice hoarse, "Come in."

Huo Zhi pushed the door open and stepped in, speaking softly by the bedside, "Madam, Lin Hao is here. He received a call from Master Song at the Tongsha Sky Bridge, and they’re waiting for your help to save a life."

At the mention of Tongsha Sky Bridge, Qin Ruan’s eyes flew open while lying in bed.

She had a close connection with Master Song; after all, her first strand of Evil Qi after her rebirth came from him.

Upon learning he was in danger, Qin Ruan immediately threw off her covers, got out of bed, slipped on her shoes, and headed for the dressing room, asking, "Is Lin Hao downstairs?"

Huo Zhi: "Outside the door."

"Let him in, and get ready for me to go out—I need to leave."

"Yes, Madam—"

Qin Ruan entered the dressing room and changed into casual clothes at record speed, stepping into casual white sneakers, a youthful aura enveloping her.

Seeing Lin Hao standing in the center of the bedroom, she raised her hands to tie her hair, using the black hair tie worn on her wrist to form a ponytail.

"How did Master Song call you? What’s his current situation? Do you know the address of the incident?"

Qin Ruan fired off three questions in succession, her steps uninterrupted as she headed toward the bathroom.

Lin Hao’s reply was crisp, "Master Song couldn’t reach you and found me instead. The situation seems quite dangerous. Master Song has already sent me the address; the location of the incident is in East City, about half an hour away from Huo Mansion."

Qin Ruan washed her face upon entering the bedroom, the tiredness cleansed away along with it.

She spoke to Lin Hao outside the door, "Go down and tell Huo Zhi to check the detailed information about the address where Master Song is located."

"Yes!"

Lin Hao, without raising his head, turned and left the bedroom.

...

In East City, a detached villa far from the noisy downtown area.

Master Song and his old friends were trapped in an illusion, a Formation inducing hallucinations.

Had it not been for protective Magic Artifacts on their bodies, at this moment, like their unconscious buddies whose faces showed contentment or reassurance, they would be in a slumber being drained of their vital energy.

The Puppet they encountered this time was too savage; it didn’t kill these old fellows but instead used a Formation to brutally siphon off their life force.

Watching time tick away second by second, Qin Ruan’s rescue yet to arrive, Song the Half-Immortal’s heart grew cold.

He leaned his entire body against his unconscious old friend, who was unaware of what dreams he was having, and his friend’s wrinkled face displayed a smile that gave people goosebumps.

Song the Half-Immortal didn’t mind. He propped himself up against the other person to conserve energy, even making his breathing lighter.

Fearing any emotional agitation, the little vitality he had left might be drained completely.

"Ah ah ah..."

Suddenly, a piercing, hoarse scream sounded from outside the formation.

Song the Half-Immortal instinctively sat upright.

Remembering that since they had entered the villa, they had yet to meet the primary employer for this transaction. They had been idly admiring the employer’s lavishly decorated hall when they accidentally stepped into a trap.

That meant they should still be in the hall of the villa.

Hearing the woman’s screams outside the formation, Song the Half-Immortal nervously swallowed.

The employer had briefly informed him of the issue when inviting them. Entrusted by a tech company’s boss, Madam Chen, she said her mother had a difficult problem—consistently having nightmares, with cruel and somewhat embarrassing details that would be disclosed upon his arrival.

Initially, Madam Chen didn’t consider supernatural events and watched as her mother’s condition got increasingly haggard, so she took her to the hospital for a series of checks.

The hospital declared the old lady to be in robust health, simply suffering from lack of rest and overthinking.

Although the hospital didn’t find any issues, Madam Chen’s mother continued to be plagued by nightmares every night.

The old lady herself didn’t take it seriously, cheerfully tending to the distant flowers and plants with Madam Chen’s father every day.

Seeing her mother’s health declining day by day, the daughter, Madam Chen, grew frantic, her mouth forming a series of blisters out of anxiety.

At a certain banquet, it was through a business partner’s reminder that Madam Chen thought to seek help from the Mysterious Studies World.

Though she was a wealthy merchant, she was but dust in the eyes of those distinguished and noble clans; naturally, she couldn’t reach the competent mystic masters.

Fortunately, with an intermediary’s introduction, Madam Chen found Song the Half-Immortal, who had a stall at Tongsha Sky Bridge.

To avoid any accidents, she asked Song the Half-Immortal to bring more people, promising that money was no object as long as her mother’s issue was resolved.

For Song the Half-Immortal, this was a big deal, so he immediately invited his old fellow practitioners to make a house call.

Unfortunately, before he could lay hands on the money, he had nearly lost his life.

"Mom! Are you alright?!"

Song the Half-Immortal’s ears twitched; he heard a familiar voice.

He had only met Madam Chen once, and her voice was still very familiar.

Hearing Madam Chen’s anxious cries laced with sobs, Song the Half-Immortal had a bad feeling.

He didn’t know what had caused the old lady to provoke such a menacing puppet, leading to this plight.

When he was caught in the formation, he thought he saw a blurry figure with grey, defeated hair—possibly the malevolent puppet involved with Madam Chen’s mother was an old one.

Apart from the original piercing screams of old Madam Chen and Madam Chen’s worrisome inquiries, Song the Half-Immortal couldn’t hear anything else.

He didn’t know if it was because there were no changes happening outside or if the puppet had used a formation to block his hearing.

...

Qin Ruan arrived at the beautifully located villa in the suburbs and did not detect Song the Half-Immortal’s presence.

She, along with Lin Hao and Huo Zhi, got out of the car and stood outside the villa’s iron gate.

The three of them saw an elderly gentleman in the villa’s courtyard, dressed in light blue casual loose clothing, rolling up his sleeves to water the plants.

From afar, the gentleman’s watering movements seemed relaxed, yet carried a certain earnestness.