Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 568: Ruanruan arrogantly says: This money, I will accept it!

Chapter 568: Chapter 568: Ruanruan arrogantly says: This money, I will accept it!

Huang Biao’s yang energy was seriously depleted, not just by a little bit.

This man was already one step into the Ghost Gate, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Hearing this, Huang Biao’s face instantly changed.

His already pale face turned even paler.

His hand resting on the table trembled slightly, and his somber face revealed a look of neurotic desperation and unwillingness.

Huang Biao stared warily at Master Song, "Master, do you know what is happening to me?"

His voice sent a chill down the spine, causing unease to whoever listened.

Master Song didn’t keep Huang Biao in the dark and told him straightforwardly, "You have gotten involved with unclean things, your life energy has been devoured, and half of your body has already entered the Ghost Gate."

"Just as I feared!"

Huang Biao sighed.

He slumped listlessly into his seat, his eyes void of life, like a pile of mud.

Other than being plagued by a malicious curse, what other reason could there be for his recent misfortunes?

However, just his luck, he refused to believe it, harboring a glimmer of hope that maybe,

He was just sick.

Now that money can’t even save him, he has no choice but to believe Master Song’s words.

Master Song’s gaze swept over the bundles of banknotes in the password box on the table, a trace of regret showing in his eyes.

He couldn’t save Huang Biao, meaning that he was likely not going to earn this money.

Huang Biao suddenly spoke, "Master, do you remember the young punk who came with me last time?"

His tone was solemn, a hint of madness seeping through his desperation.

Master Song took a moment to recall.

The person who came with Huang Biao last time seemed to be a young punk.

The guy had quite a temper, not only wanting to assault him, but also to overturn his stand.

Master Song nodded, "I have a slight recollection."

In a hoarse voice, Huang Biao spoke, "He’s dead."

Master Song furrowed his brows, "How did he die?"

Huang Biao’s body shook as if he remembered something horrific.

He hunched over the table, opposite Master Song, and muttered, "He had the same symptoms as me, plagued by nightmares every night.

We both dreamt of the same person, a figure dressed in red, we couldn’t make out whether they were male or female.

Just staring at you, oh, and the eyes were red, blood red, a weird and frightening color like blood.

The ghostly figure was indiscriminate of gender, it was always staring at you, making mysterious appearances in our dreams.

When those red eyes stare at you, it instills a peculiar fear in you, compelling you to rather die than endure it, every time I woke up, I had suicidal thoughts."

Master Song found something mismatched about Huang Biao.

The man seemed mentally unstable, his words incoherent.

Still, Huang Biao went on, "The young punk died by jumping off a building, he began losing weight rapidly, couldn’t sleep during the day, nightmares at night.

One day he woke up, it was nighttime, no one was paying attention, he jumped off a building over twenty stories high, he jumped."

Talking about the young punk’s cause of death, Huang Biao seemed on the verge of losing his sanity.

Master Song knitted his brows, his wise eyes staring intently at Huang Biao.

He didn’t say a word, just kept looking at Huang Biao.

Perhaps it was the old man’s unswerving and intelligent gaze, but it gradually brought back Huang Biao’s sanity.

Wiping his face, he leaned back into his chair again.

After calming his emotions, Huang Biao pleaded, "Master, since you can see that I have been affected by an unclean presence, there must be a way to solve it, right?

Money isn’t an issue, as long as you save me, I’ll give you all my wealth!"

Huang Biao’s words were incoherent before, but fortunately they were clear enough for Master Song to roughly understand what happened.

Huang Biao was likely set up by someone.

Having sudden nightmares like this, someone must be pulling the strings behind the scenes.

He couldn’t figure out the process, he could only see superficial things through a person’s facial features.

Master Song met Huang Biao’s desperate gaze, and he gently shook his head.

"My abilities are limited, Mr. Huang, you should seek help from someone more competent."

An imploring look seeped through Huang Biao’s eyes, "Master, please help me!"

If he had connections and knew someone more capable than Master Song, why would he be begging here?

"Mr. Huang, why insist on making things difficult for me? I’m just a wandering magician. If I had the ability, I wouldn’t be setting up a stall on Tongsha Sky Bridge.

There are various sects in this continental territory, such as the Jade Star Sect, Maoshan Sect, Nanyin Temple, Qingcheng Taoist Shrine, or even wizards from the Longevity Sect."

"As long as you’re willing to spend the money, in order to keep your life, any one of these sects can fulfill your wish."

The sects mentioned by Master Song, they all had extremely high achievements in the Mysterious Studies World.

Hope sparked on Huang Biao’s desperate face, he hastily asked, "Master, do you have any connections?"

Anything that money can solve is not a problem in his eyes.

Master Song shook his head, with his current status he couldn’t reach these large sects.

"Mr. Huang, with your network, it’s only a matter of time before you can contact these main sects. While you still have time, why not go back and start moving?"

He spoke with genuine concern.

Huang Biao wasn’t oblivious to the ways of the world, Master Song had already done him a great kindness by telling him this much.

Huang Biao nodded, and just as he was about to speak, a graceful and pleasant voice, tinted with laughter, rang out from behind.

"To pass up a business opportunity that’s come knocking at your door, Master Song, are you regressing with age?"

Master Song and Huang Biao turned to look.

Qin Ruan, walking in a leisurely and lazy stride, slowly approached them.

She was wearing loose clothing and as she moved, the shape of her belly, hidden beneath her clothes, became slightly visible.

Upon seeing Qin Ruan approaching, Song Bànxian immediately stood up.

"Friend Qin, you are like this now, why are you still going out?!"

Her belly was large, as if she was about to give birth.

Yet just a month ago, Qin Ruan was not in such a state.

At that time, her belly was not showing.

Now, even in loose clothing, it was hard to conceal her protruding belly.

Qin Ruan walked to Song Bànxian’s stall and she fetched a bundle of money from a box on the table.

"Thump!"

The thick red bills slapped into Qin Ruan’s palm with a crisp sound.

The corner of Qin Ruan’s mouth slowly lifted, her face showing satisfaction.

She opened her red lips, her voice pleasing to the ears: "Who doesn’t like Money? I’m quite keen on it."

Qin Ruan tossed the money back into the box.

"Thump!"

She forcefully closed the box.

Qin Ruan, holding the manual lock box, transferred it into Lin Hao’s arms who was closely following her.

She said dominantly: "I’m taking this money!"

Qin Ruan was leaning against Song Bànxian’s counter, her gaze lowered slightly, and she was looking at Huang Biao with a mocking smile in her eyes.

She looked at Huang Biao with her mesmerizing eyes, as if she was seeing delicious food, revealing a chilling brightness.

Huang Biao was already filled with fear, desperation, and dread from the bottom of his heart.

Now with Qin Ruan’s chilling gaze on him, he almost ran away in panic.

If one didn’t know better, they would think that Qin Ruan was planning to eat him up.

Huang Biao swallowed his saliva nervously and spoke with hesitation: "This... Master, since you’ve taken my money, you must help me."

God knows how much pressure he was under to speak these words.

Qin Ruan looked at him with a mocking expression: "In this case, cut to the chase. I didn’t hear a lot of what’s been said before, repeat it."

Huang Biao nodded obediently, feeling as if he had found his backbone in Qin Ruan. He clearly explained what had been going on recently.

After Huang Biao finished, Qin Ruan sank into silence.

She folded her arms and evaluated him from top to bottom.

After a while, she asked Huang Biao: "In this period, did anything unusual happen which doesn’t usually occur? Did you receive any unclean gifts from anyone, or encounter any bizarre events, or have you ever overstepped with someone?"

Other than the strong evil qi about Huang Biao, he could be considered clean otherwise.

She temporarily didn’t know what sort of evil spirit was plaguing him. There would certainly be a lot of evil qi.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been attracted by the thick omnipresent evil qi at Song Bànxian’s stall from afar.

This was something she needed badly. How could it slip right under her nose?

Huang Biao licked his dry, cracked lips: "Since I met you in this place over a month ago, I have been staying at home without meddling in any business affairs. I hardly ever go out."

To be frank, that night after you told me that I was to face a blood disaster, I was beaten up shortly afterwards,

Afterwards, I sent people to investigate, but couldn’t figure it out. Then I even suspected it was you and Master Song who were playing tricks. If it wasn’t for turning of events, I was about to rally up my men to break up the stall."

Qin Ruan chuckled sarcastically, "If you had really come to make a scene, you wouldn’t have survived."

Huang Biao kept nodding, "Yes, yes, yes, I should never have had such a thought. Please save me, Master!"

If he had really brought people to ruin the stall, there won’t be chance for him to sit here today.

Qin Ruan played with her fingertips.

She asked casually: "During the time you were resting at home, did something unnatural happen?"

Huang Biao shook his head: "No, other than having nightmares, everything is pretty much the same as usual."

Qin Ruan’s eyes darkened slightly: "Are you sure?"

Huang Biao appeared hesitant, his expression evasive.

In Qin Ruan’s eyes, there was undisguised coldness: "If you’re hiding something from me, I won’t be able to save you."

Huang Biao gritted his teeth: "Half a month ago, I slept with a woman."

"Do you mean to suggest that you forced her?"

"No, no, no!" Huang Biao denied in a hurry: "When Huang Mao brought her in, he told me she was a gift from my competitor. I had questioned Huang Mao and the girl, and the girl confirmed she was willing."

At this point in my life, I can’t take advantage of someone without their consent and a matter like this requires mutual agreement."

Qin Ruan’s eyes held a deepening chill: "Something happened afterwards, is that it?"

Huang Biao nodded: "That girl died the next day. She jumped off a building."

"Do you know why?"

Huang Biao shook his head again: "That girl was recently sent over by my competitor who knew that I have a taste for glamorous women."

If it wasn’t for her good looks, I would definitely not have touched her. Also, that girl..."

Huang Biao was looking at Qin Ruan, a profound meaning flashing in his eyes.

Qin Ruan’s gaze didn’t rest on him, she asked indifferently: "Why did you stop all of a sudden?"

Huang Biao spoke nervously, "What I will say next, master, please don’t be angry."

The sharpness in Qin Ruan’s eyes landed on Huang Biao, she squinted: "Let’s hear it first."

"That girl resembled you a lot."

After saying this, Huang Biao dares not look in Qin Ruan’s direction, and he intentionally put some distance between them.

The sound of cracking knuckles was heard.

Lin Hao stood behind Qin Ruan, his gaze coldly fixed on Huang Biao.

He cracked the joints of his hands, he looked like he was ready to teach Huang Biao a lesson.