Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 572: Is this it? She is like a queen above all

Chapter 572: Chapter 572: Is this it? She is like a queen above all

Huang Biao gripped the corners of his underlings’ clothes tightly, not daring to open his eyes for fear of seeing the gruesome and chilling demons and puppet monsters like Huang Mao had.

In a terrified whisper, he muttered, "Jade Emperor, Goddess of Mercy, King Yama, may all the gods and immortals protect us!!!"

Huang Biao’s cowardice amused the bystanders.

"All right, Huang Mao is gone."

A familiar mocking voice echoed in his ears.

Lin Hao continued to tug at Huang Biao’s sleeve.

Hearing the familiar voice, Huang Biao, who was crouched with his head buried under his underling’s buttocks, slowly lifted his head.

He saw Lin Hao standing by his side, looking down at him with a contemptuous smile.

Seeing that it was not some imaginary demon or puppet monster, Huang Biao sat down on the floor.

"You scared the shit out of me!"

This middle-aged man, pale-faced and terrified, had suffered a great shock tonight and was frightened to tears once again.

Huang Biao collapsed and sat on the floor, exhausted.

Tears covered his face, creating a pitiful sight.

Qin Ruan closed the window, walked over to Huang Biao, and asked languidly, "Do you have a pen and paper?"

Blubbering with snot and tears, Huang Biao gazed up at Qin Ruan.

He pointed to the drawer underneath the television: "It’s in the drawer below."

Seeing that he was unable to stand, Qin Ruan pursed her lips to hold back laughter.

She walked to the television cabinet to grab something, but struggled due to her pregnant belly.

"I’ll do it."

Lin Hao walked over with long strides and pulled the pen and paper from the drawer.

As he handed them to Qin Ruan, something unexpected happened once again.

The melodramatic show on the television screen suddenly changed.

A creepy woman dressed in red appeared on the screen.

Her head lowered, her long hair covered her face entirely.

The environment displayed was gloomy, resembling a closed room.

On the dark floor was a pool of blood.

The scene sent shivers down one’s spine.

Huang Biao and his underlings’ pupils dilated at this sight.

"Ahh!!! A puppet monster!!!"

Huang Biao’s scream echoed once again.

He collapsed on the floor, his fingernails digging into his palms, entirely losing his ability to move.

Lin Hao stood in front of Qin Ruan, staring at the television blankly, indifferent to it all.

Qin Ruan took the pen and paper from him, her gaze calmly fixed on the female puppet on the television.

As if sensing Qin Ruan’s gaze, the female puppet moved.

Her body slowly approached the screen as if she intended to crawl out from the television.

Qin Ruan thought that the pen and paper were now useless.

She had learned simple sketching and intended to draw the long-haired female demon that had appeared in the building before to see if Huang Biao recognized her.

Now that the demon was on the television screen, there was no need to waste time drawing.

Huang Biao and his underlings scrambled towards the door, wanting to escape from this troublesome place.

Qin Ruan’s icy eyes fixed on the female puppet on the television.

As the puppet realized Qin Ruan was not afraid of her, she froze inside the television.

While she hesitated, Qin Ruan made her move.

She reached her hand into the television, forcefully dragging the playing demon out.

After pulling out the female puppet, Qin Ruan casually threw her onto the floor of the room.

She dropped the pen and paper from her hands and coldly looked at the female puppet, tainted with evil Qi, getting up from the floor.

Qin Ruan’s arrogant gaze bore into the female puppet draped in red, her voice icy, "Who are you? State your name."

The female puppet hung her head, her long black hair hides her face.

A raspy androgynous voice echoed, "Don’t meddle in affairs that don’t concern you, or I will kill you."

Qin Ruan scoffed, not taking the female puppet’s threat to heart.

If she wanted to kill Qin Ruan, then she would have to prove she had the power to do so.

Her icy eyes gauged the female puppet standing before her, "Are you the one sent by Huang Biao’s sworn enemy, the girl who came to honor him?"

Huang Biao, who had crawled to the door, struggled to turn the doorknob.

To his surprise, the door refused to open.

Hearing Qin Ruan mention him from behind, Huang Biao hesitantly turned his head.

The repercussions brought by Lin Hao as the conduit had not completely faded.

He saw a female puppet that was supposed to be on the television, standing in front of Qin Ruan right now.

The puppet didn’t reply to Qin Ruan. Instead, her bony skeletal hands brushed the strands of her dark hair away.

Unable to decipher her countenance due to her mangled face, it appeared as a flat surface, blood still oozing out, dripping onto the floor.

"Drip... Drip..."

The sound of blood hitting the floor, rhythmic, one drop after another.

With her cold and clear gaze, Qin Ruan was watching the sight expressionlessly.

She had already built immunity against such horrific imagery.

The female puppet’s body swayed slightly, the lower jaw of her mangled face seemed to reveal a dark pit.

Qin Ruan guessed that it was supposed to be her mouth.

From that mouth of the female puppet emerged a thick black tongue, desperately reaching out, longer and longer.

It was so long, one would think it’s harboring a snake inside.

Moreover, two jet-black eyeballs fell from the puppet’s face onto the ground.

"Plop!"

The noise as her soft flesh hit the floor.

Those eyeballs, slightly larger than glass beads, slowly rolled to Qin Ruan’s feet.

Under her lowered gaze, she saw the black eyeballs closely observing her, a slight trembling seemed as if they were gauging her as a normal person would.

With an expressionless face, a faint curve touched Qin Ruan’s lips, as if mocking the puppet’s ignorance.

She remained completely indifferent, without a trace of fear.

"Hmph!"

Qin Ruan sneered, her gaze fell onto the female puppet with disdain, "Is that all?"

Her nonchalant words echoed in the air like a proud king looking down on an insignificant ant.

The puppet was provoked, angered by her disregard. Her hair began to flutter wildly in the air.

The room was filled with an overwhelming aura of the Evil Qi, so thick that it was suffocating.

"Woof, woof!"

"Woof, woof... woof, woof, woof!"

The sound of dogs barking in the distance was heard.

The barks seemed to be aroused from the darkness, sporadic yet coherent.

The simultaneous barks from numerous dogs were clear proof of the significant influence exerted by the puppet.

Qin Ruan felt her chest tighten; the air was thick with a suffocating aura.

The female puppet released a strong murderous intent towards her.

Suddenly, the red-clothed female puppet lunged at her.

Her bony skeletal hands reached out straight for Qin Ruan’s face.

Qin Ruan’s eyes were icy cold, her red lips murmured, "Seeking death!"

The Golden Whip in her hand materialized, wrapping around the puppet’s neck with an irresistible force.

"Hehehe..."

The Puppet labored to breathe, uttering difficult sounds from her mouth.

Qin Ruan tightened the Golden Whip, dragging the puppet in front of her eyes.

She pressed her palm against the puppet’s face, ignoring the sticky blood, absorbing the Evil Qi more rapidly from her.

The smoke-like Evil Qi twisted and squirmed, rushing madly towards Qin Ruan’s palm.

As the Evil Qi surrounding the puppet weakened, her original appearance slowly restored.

The puppet’s face was now clearly visible in Qin Ruan’s eyes, her delicate brows furrowed.

Surprising to see, the puppet’s resemblance to Qin Ruan was uncanny.