Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 237 Her heart is like a stagnant pool, incapable of causing ripples again

Chapter 237: Chapter 237 Her heart is like a stagnant pool, incapable of causing ripples again

If it were not for Mu Qing’s help in protecting his master, Changyuan would not have approached him.

He had been in a deep slumber for too long, and the world was too boring after he woke up.

The master ignored him, other evil spirits feared him; only Su Zijia could accompany him in conversation.

Now, he couldn’t distinguish who this person really is.

Changyuan shook his head in frustration: "The Mu Qing I know would not kill."

Qin Ruan’s voice was slow and soft: "Are you so sure?"

"He is clean, any soul, whether in life or in death, if their hands are stained with blood, cannot escape from my eyes."

Changyuan looked at Su Zijia, who was sitting on the ground in a sorry state.

"Su Zijia, he would not kill the innocent."

The name he called was Su Zijia, this was his stance.

Regardless of whether this person is Mu Qing or Su Zijia, he acknowledged this individual, the other’s name was just a title to him.

"I did kill the person!" Su Zijia broke down.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Qin Ruan, his face sincere, trying to win her trust.

Qin Ruan gently shook her head: "I can discern who the murderer is."

Su Zijia’s red eyes darkened: "You can’t find her, it’s my fault. Let me pay for everything."

Qin Ruan: "What happened between you two has nothing to do with me. I am looking for the murderer. You said you enjoyed the pain of those you kill, and watching their expressions as they die was a pleasure for you?

Then do you know that all the victims were killed by a single blow, they did not endure much pain before they died?"

The death of the driver was something Qin Ruan would never get over.

If Mu Qing were not dealt with today, who knows how many more people she would harm.

Vanquishing all demons and evil spirits in this world was her duty.

Su Zijia slumped on the ground, unable to refute.

Because he was indeed not the killer.

His whole person was disoriented, no longer the composed persona of before.

Su Zijia murmured, "When we were poor, my parents had to sell one of us to survive. They drew lots to decide who to sell. I did not want to be sold and tampered with the draw.

My parents drew two lots, one blank and the other with a word written on it. The one who drew the worded lot would be sold. I secretly opened the lots, tore a corner off the blank lot, and in the end, my sister was sold, and I stayed behind.

If I hadn’t tampered with the lots that year, Qingqing wouldn’t have suffered so much. No matter what she did, as her elder brother, let me pay for it."

Su Zijia’s face was full of grief; if a puppet could cry, tears would already be covering his face.

Qin Ruan remained indifferent, her eyes devoid of emotion: "The entanglement between you two siblings has nothing to do with me. All I want now is Mu Qing."

Having grown up in West City, she had seen too many tragedies in life.

Her heart had become as stagnant as a pool of dead water, incapable of stirring any ripples.

"If you won’t speak, I’ll find a way to find her."

Qin Ruan walked up to Su Zijia, towering over him as she looked down at him.

"Since you and her are siblings, the bond imprinted on your souls is inseparable. What I’m about to do next might... cause you a lot of pain. Bear with it."

Out of respect for Su Zijia’s identity from a hundred years ago, Qin Ruan took the initiative to warn him.

The next moment, she reached out and placed her hand on Su Zijia’s spiritual part, pulling out his soul.

Calling one’s relatives with the soul of a blood relative is the simplest and most brutal way.

However, the pain endured during this process is more than what an ordinary soul can bear.

"Ahhhhhh..."

Su Zijia felt as if his soul was under the control of a pair of hands, an agonizing pain ripping through his body.

"There’s no need, I’m coming out!"

Qin Ruan had already grabbed Su Zijia’s soul but before she could act, a pleasant voice sounded from beside her ear.

She looked back, meeting a familiar face.

The woman, donned in a dark blue gown, stood elegantly in the living room. The fabric accentuated her perfect, graceful figure, with a rotting aura of death lingering around her.

Loose hair lay dispersed over her shoulders; her blood-red eyes were devoid of emotion, hiding an underlying sense of suffocating oppression.

Her delicate, ghostly white face was identical to Su Zijia’s.

The two differed in the auras they exuded - polar opposites.

The air around Su Zijia was clean, whereas a misty blood fog enveloped Mu Qing, carrying a stench of rotting blood.

This was the Evil Qi accumulated from countless murders.

Qin Ruan cast a chilly gaze, icy coldness enveloping her eyes.

The Golden Whip tied to Su Zijia seemed to comprehend her intentions and swiftly returned to her grasp.

She held the Golden Whip, standing face to face with Mu Qing.

The appearance of Mu Qing instantly alerted Changyuan to the danger.

Almost instinctively, he moved to Xia Yunchen’s side and shielded him, blocking his line of sight from Mu Qing.

Lun Wenbin and Qiao Nanyuan also sensed a powerful resentment emanating from Mu Qing.

The two exchanged a glance before quickly dividing the tasks - one standing to the left and the other to the right of Xia Yunchen.

Qin Ruan, standing alone before Mu Qing, had a solemn look in her eyes.

Facing a Puppet that had been dead for hundreds of years yet now possessed power comparable to the Puppet King, she had to be cautious.

Mu Qing’s enchanting eyes, accentuated by heavy eyeliner, skimmed over the paralyzed body of Su Zijia.

"Brother, you’re really hopeless. After all these years, you’re still so weak!"

Su Zijia closed his mouth tightly and did not respond.

Mu Qing was accustomed to his silence and ceased to engage in conversation with him.

She toyed with her sharp, blade-like nails that gleamed a bloody red.

Mu Qing slightly pursed her delicate lips, the subtle move a coy expression.

Had she been human, this small gesture might have provoked empathy from others.

Such a shame, she was now a Puppet, her grotesque form inducing only nausea.

Mu Qing’s blood-red eyes nonchalantly fell on Qin Ruan; brother and sister had remarkably similar eyes and demeanors.

She cocked her head: "You’re a Taoist? Are you planning to get rid of me?"

Qin Ruan frowned, unable to feel anything but discomfort towards the performative and nauseating female Puppet before her. An entity she certainly didn’t appreciate.

She asked coldly: "Why did you kill?"

"Because of my face. Without fresh, living hearts to sustain it, my face would become quite unattractive."

Mu Qing giggled, her tone naïve and innocent, as if talking about a commonplace matter.

Her words, however, sent chills down everyone’s spines.

Killing people to maintain her appearance by taking fresh hearts.

Truly, an Evil Puppet who would stop at nothing.

Qin Ruan sighed lightly: "We don’t have anything to discuss. I’ll personally send you to the Netherworld today. Every wrongdoing in your life and death will be recorded in the Book of Life and Death. You’ll pay for your sins in the afterlife."

The Golden Whip in her hand vanished, preparing to summon the Underworld Envoys to take her soul.

Mu Qing laughed dismissively: "A mere Taoist like you can’t hurt me. Even the Underworld Envoys can’t touch me."

Her attitude was one of outrageous arrogance.

"Oh?" Qin Ruan raised an eyebrow, a cold smirk rising on her face: "Why don’t we find out?"

She was curious; where did Mu Qing’s confidence come from?

Mu Qing’s laughter faded, her blood-red eyes revealing a chilling cold light and a surge of Evil Qi.

Her blade-like nails, curled like claws, poised for attack.