Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 202: Mr. Huo the Third: Being Praised by Madam, Happy

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: Mr. Huo the Third: Being Praised by Madam, Happy

Qin Ruan squinted at the taxi driver who seemed familiar floating by her side, her face a mixture of annoyance and shock.

His clothes were soaked with blood, his body swaying slightly, and the exposed parts of his body were also stained with dark bloodstains.

A chilling, eerie aura entangled him.

Upon seeing Qin Ruan, his eyes glowed red and his facial expression turned terrifyingly excited, appearing even more dreadful.

These were the signs of transforming into a resentful puppet after a brutal death with no recourse for appeal.

Before Huo Yunjiao had taken out the Jade Pendant, Qin Ruan saw no trace or existence of the dead soul on him.

The favored child of the Heavenly Dao, indeed, could not be approached by all manner of demons and demons.

Or rather, on the body of the third master who was enveloped in the purple energy, the dead soul of the taxi driver was being heavily suppressed.

The taxi driver’s eyes emitted a faint red light, his eyes locked onto Qin Ruan like seeing a lifesaver who could finally help him.

His mouth flapped up and down as if he was saying something, yet Qin Ruan heard no sound. He must have been silenced by the puppetry.

As the taxi driver opened his mouth, dark red blood trace flowed out, the dark red color dripping onto the clean carpet in the hall.

This scene is something Huo Yunjiao couldn’t see.

As if realizing Qin Ruan’s indifference, the red light in the driver’s eyes grew more intense, and he gradually began to go mad.

The chilling cold in the living room was piercing, and all the driver’s cold resentment was released, rampaging through the vast space, causing a moment of shock and fear.

Huo Yunjiao frowned—he didn’t seem to be feeling well.

His face was pale, his sexy thin lips tightly pressed, and his impatient breath spreading without concealment.

"What’s wrong?" Qin Ruan was startled.

"Nothing, just feeling a little uncomfortable."

Huo Yunjiao pressed his hand to his forehead, feeling that the air in the living room had turned frigid, falling into a state of stagnation.

Upon hearing this, Qin Ruan knew his body could not bear such a great resentment from the dead soul of the taxi driver.

She casually raised her hand, and the Power of the Nether Soul gathered in her hand, pushing the dead soul standing between the two of them into the corner of the living room.

It’s not that she didn’t want to help him; Huo Yunjiao was already haunted by Evil Qi. Coupled with the powerful resentment, his body simply couldn’t handle it.

"It’s late, let’s go upstairs and rest."

Qin Ruan stood up, not giving Huo Yunjiao a chance to refute, and helped him to his feet.

The third master lowered his eyes, staring at Qin Ruan’s delicate hands on his arm.

He laughed, "Do you see me as a delicate little lady? One would think I’m old and feeble."

"Third Master, you’re in your prime, extraordinary in every way." Qin Ruan cheekily complimented.

What suggestive words!

Third Master Huo looked peculiar, obviously startled.

Although he rarely left his home, he understood what was meant by being "extraordinary".

This was praising a man for his external conditions and robust vitality.

Simply put, it means praising him for his stamina.

But looking at Qin Ruan’s innocently smiling face, the third master thought she probably didn’t understand all this.

He chuckled quietly, thinking to himself, such a young lass, perhaps it was a slip of the tongue.

The two returned to their rooms, and Qin Ruan very conscientiously went into the guest room.

The minute she returned to her room, she used her Nether Power to summon the famous black and white envoys of the Netherworld.

The crescent moon hung high in the sky outside the window, casting a dim light in the room.

As Qin Ruan summoned the Hell Envoy, the dark clouds in the high sky covered the crescent moon, casting a thick shadow over the room.

The atmosphere in the room was eerily cold, and something seemed to be slowly materializing in the darkness.

Two black and white figures stood opposite Qin Ruan.