Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 633: Qin Ruan: What’s the hurry, this is just the appetizer

Chapter 633: Chapter 633: Qin Ruan: What’s the hurry, this is just the appetizer

The thin light was obscured by the trees, and a suffocating chill freely pervaded the surroundings, with a sight so horrifying that it instilled fear in the onlookers.

Lin Hao couldn’t bring himself to step forward, as if his feet had taken root on the spot.

Qin Ruan’s soothing voice offered comfort: "Hao-brother, your constitution will remain this way for life, but you’ll get used to it in due course."

Lin Hao had no other choice but to take this step.

Qin Ruan believed that compared to the Eighteen Layers of Hell, this terrifying sight was benign.

She took Lin Hao’s hand and led him to Wei Linchen.

"Mr. Wei, hold his hand."

Wei Linchen looked at the hand Qin Ruan was holding out to him, an expression of aversion flickered across his face.

He looked at Qin Ruan baffled: "Why?"

He had a touch of obsession with cleanliness, rarely coming into physical contact with others.

Qin Ruan’s smile was harmless and she said to him: "Lin Hao has a unique constitution. You will see images beyond your normal perception when you come in physical contact with him."

Wei Linchen cast a surprised look at Lin Hao: "Yin Yang Eye?"

Qin Ruan nodded: "You can say so."

Lin Hao’s peculiar sensitivities might be even more complex than a Yin Yang Eye.

Wei Linchen could clearly see Lin Hao’s anxiety and fear, arousing his curiosity; wondering what could he have possibly seen to cause such fright.

After hesitating for some time, he slowly reached out to grip Lin Hao’s hand.

When Wei Linchen gripped Lin Hao’s hand, he felt a slimy sensation.

Serving only to increase his curiosity, he turned his gaze to the Huangjue Tree not far away.

Just one glance at it, and Wei Linchen’s refined countenance was filled with horror, his pupils trembling.

A chill ran through him, causing his scalp to tingle.

Countless eyes filled with hatred, resentment, even lifeless eyes were fixed on him.

Their bodies were broken, their faces grotesque and distorted, all covered in dark red blood, wrapped in a black evil fog.

The red cloth on the Huangjue Tree vanished, and countless monstrous ghosts took their place.

We Linchen’s lip trembled, exhaling a cool breath.

Despite opening his Heavenly Eye, he was unable to perceive these puppet-like beings.

This showed the incredibly robust abilities of the Huangjue Tree, which could even inhibit his spiritual powers.

We Linchen’s voice trembled: "Qin Ruan, why is it like this?"

Even as a Taoist, he hardly dared gaze at the mortal purgatory in front of him.

The ghosts included men and women, the old and young, and even young children.

Why had they died here?

The broken limbs scattered beneath the Huangjue Tree had piled up into a small hill of bones.

This wasn’t the accumulation of just a few years, but a gruesome testament forged from countless lives.

The director, Mr. Liu, didn’t follow them within due to fear.

The only people present were Qin Ruan, Wei Linchen, Lin Hao, and several of the Huo family’s Hidden Guards.

Moreover, only Qin Ruan and the others could see the countless ghosts hanging on the Huangjue Tree.

Just as Wei Linchen was shocked by the horrific sight in front of him, something unexpected happened.

The child who hung closest to them on the Huangjue Tree fell to the ground.

She was a cute little girl with a pale face and innocent yet dull eyes.

She seemed to be about seven-eight years old.

The little girl walked towards Qin Ruan and the others, her mouth slightly opened, and black fog slowly oozed out of her lips .

She spoke: "Are you here to play with us, brother-sister?"

Her voice was pure and tinged with childish innocence, not off-putting at all, and would easily lay people’s guard to rest.

Qin Ruan, Wei Linchen, and Lin Hao watched quietly as the little girl approached, no one speaking a word in response.

Sensing their indifferent attitude, the little girl stopped a few meters away from the three individuals.

She tilted her head and asked innocently, "Why aren’t you all talking?"

The little girl laughed, dimples appearing on her cheeks, her enchanting innocence and unaffected childishness made her seem quite endearing.

If it hadn’t been for the black fog swirling in her eyes, her deathly pale complexion, and the black blood that dripped from her every move, one might have mistaken her for an ordinary child.

Unfortunately, she was a little puppet.

Qin Ruan’s gaze fell on the ground behind the girl.

As she moved, an inexplicable amount of thick black blood seemed to gush out of her.

Reddening the ground, it was an eyesore and reeked of blood.

The little girl suddenly appeared pitiful: "I understand now, you guys don’t like me, do you?"

Her expression changed in an instant.

After she finished speaking, her face darkened, revealing a strange, sinister malice.

She pulled a grim face, her eyes bulging, threatening to pop out.

Her eyes, swirling with a thick black fog, were fixed on Qin Ruan, Wei Linchen, and Lin Hao.

Qin Ruan maintained her gaze but did not utter a single word.

In contrast to her calmness, Wei Linchen and Lin Hao were unable to keep their composure.

Lin Hao clutched Wei Linchen’s hand tightly, gulped, and said in a low voice to Qin Ruan: "Ancestor, hurry up and do something, I’m getting goosebumps all over."

He was not going to let down his guard just because there was a little puppet in front of him.

Regardless of the height that barely reached his waist, the puppet looked creepy enough to send chills down his spine.

Puppets are unpredictable; at any moment, they could attack and take a life.

Deep within her eyes, Qin Ruan exuded a profound look, her voice indifferent: "What’s the rush, this is just an appetizer."

She looked up, her cold gaze resting on the countless resentful spirits on the Huangjue tree.

They were dressed in the clothing they wore before their death, a mixture of different eras and seasons.

The thick black evil energy was what she needed at the moment.

However, she didn’t feel as pleased as she had hoped; instead, she felt dreadfully stifled.

By a rough estimate, there were hundreds of dead spirits hanging from the tree, all imprisoned there for hundreds of years.

The long-term oppression of the Huangjue tree had engendered resentment in them.

The resentment transformed into evil energy, metamorphosed into fierce puppets, and assisted the Huangjue tree in doing evil things.

These dead spirits had no choice; no one was there to liberate them. They only had survival seeking capabilities, relying on the Huangjue tree to make ends meet.

"Sizzles, sizzles..."

The sound was like meat plunging into a frying pan.

Qin Ruan withdrew her gaze from the Huangjue tree and shifted it towards the little girl not far away.

The girl’s clothes were corroding due to the black blood, and they soon disintegrated into blood-soaked fabric on the ground where she stood.

Even the girl’s hair did not escape the corrosion of the black blood.

The previously innocent-looking girl had turned into a monster in the blink of an eye.

Her body was covered with numerous wounds, exposing blackened flesh with barely a spot left unharmed.

Qin Ruan stared blankly at the little girl.

Suddenly, her gaze shifted, focusing on the girl’s chest.

There was a piece of rotted wood soaked in black blood and embedded in her flesh.

This piece of decayed wood was in the girl’s heart, so familiar that Qin Ruan’s delicate, expressionless face subtly changed.

The piece of decayed wood left in the house when Nangong Yunlong died, was made of the same material as the one on the little girl.

Deep in thought, Qin Ruan advanced, and the little girl almost instantly returned to her original form.

A radiant smile appeared on her pale face, her excited demeanor mixed with a hint of eeriness.

"Sister, do you want to play with me?"