Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 725: The fiery tempers of the two brothers, inherited from their mother

Chapter 725: Chapter 725: The fiery tempers of the two brothers, inherited from their mother

Qin Ruan flicked her fingers lightly in the air, absorbing all the Evil Qi from the female Puppet’s body in an instant.

The next moment, she clenched her fingers.

"Ahhh!!!"

The female Puppet suddenly let out a sharp and pitiful wail.

Her soul was injured by the Nether Power on the Golden Whip, instantly turned into flying ashes and vanished.

Qin Ruan didn’t care about her motives. Since she had taken a life, she had to bear the cost of soul dispersion.

You should know that there isn’t just one evil Puppet in this dormitory building.

The female Puppet turned into ashes and dissipated in the air, the Golden Whip consciously returned to Qin Ruan’s hand.

She gracefully held the Golden Whip, looking down at the dispirited boy lying on the ground.

"Can you get up?"

The boy, with tear-filled eyes, lifted his head. His eyes, stained by tainted blood, stared at Qin Ruan’s coldly glamorous face as if he had seen a goddess.

He opened his mouth, stupefied, "Am I, dead?"

Qin Ruan’s voice was cold: "You didn’t die, get up and run."

Listening that he’s not dead, the boy clumsily used his hands to push himself off the bloody floor, and staggered towards the dormitory exit.

"Boom!"

Just as he rushed out the dormitory door, he fell on the ground with a thud.

Qin Ruan frowned slightly, retracted her indifferent eyes, her gaze scanning around the horrifying crime scene.

Her gaze finally locked onto the bathroom of the room.

There was a grievance Evil Qi there.

Qin Ruan stepped on the pool of blood, striding lightly, step by step towards the bathroom.

The handle of the Golden Whip in her hand, leaned against the bathroom door.

Without exerting strength, the door was pushed open from inside.

An alert expression emerged on Qin Ruan’s face. Suddenly a dark shadow rushed out of the bathroom.

The black mist brushed past her.

The Golden Whip slipped out of Qin Ruan’s hand, rushing towards the black mist that was trying to escape from the window.

"Ahhh!!!"

"Let go of me, let go of me!!!"

The sharp voice rose, eerie and terrified.

The black mist, shackled by the Golden Whip, revealed a human figure. It unexpectedly was a distinguished-looking boy, his face an abnormal pale blue.

Qin Ruan scrutinized him with her indifferent and callous eyes.

This Puppet, besides the Evil Qi all over its body, had no Blood Qi.

This was a wrongful death Puppet, its hands hadn’t been stained by human blood.

Qin Ruan’s slightly deep voice echoed in the quiet room: "Having died, why not enter the Netherworld?"

The male Puppet’s eyes were about to pop out, staring hatefully at Qin Ruan: "I was killed by a demon, cannot enter reincarnation!"

Earlier in the bathroom, he had seen how Qin Ruan brutally handled Wo Tong, feeling both fear and resentment.

He had never harmed anyone in his life, nor injured a single person after death, yet he was facing the end of soul dispersion. How could he not hate Qin Ruan?

He thought Qin Ruan was going to kill him.

Seeing his thoughts, Qin Ruan retracted the Golden Whip from his soul.

Her voice was soft: "You haven’t harmed anyone, so I won’t harm you."

"Really?"

The male Puppet’s Evil Qi receded slightly, deep doubts appearing in his dark eyes.

"Indeed."

Qin Ruan reached out towards him, absorbing the faint grievance Qi from his soul.

Even a mosquito’s leg is meat, she wouldn’t let go of even the smallest amount of Evil Qi.

She beckoned with her finger, the Puppet’s soul helplessly floated in front of her.

Qin Ruan pressed on his thin shoulder, her cold eyes fixed on him. Her overwhelming, icy pressure spread out, her aura even more terrifying than the evil Puppet Wo Tong.

The Puppet’s soul shivered, nervously saying: "You said, you wouldn’t kill me."

Qin Ruan slightly narrowed her beautiful eyes, a faint smile on her beautiful face: "I keep to my word, tell me how many more evil Puppets are there in this building?"

As if recalling something terrifying, the Puppet’s pale face changed greatly: "I...I don’t know..."

Qin Ruan’s dark eyes radiated a deep light, staring intently at the Puppet.

"I advise you to think carefully before speaking."

His soul trembled violently, he stuttered: "I, I can’t...they’ll kill me!"

Qin Ruan stared at his fearful eyes, as if she was looking into the depths of his soul.

Her voice was gentle, "I will ensure your safety. Once we deal with them, I will send you to the Netherworld."

These words were spoken calmly, but inexplicably, the puppet was convinced.

The male puppet swallowed anxiously, hesitation showing on his pale face.

Qin Ruan did not rush him, she quietly waited.

After a while, the male puppet slowly started, "There are three more. One of them has already killed, like Wo Tong, and the other two are planning to take action tonight. The school will be emptied soon, if they don’t act now, they’ll lose their chance."

Qin Ruan’s lips tightened, and her eyes took on a dark look, "You were killed by the Huangjue tree?"

"Yes!"

Hatred shimmered in the male puppet’s dark pupils.

Qin Ruan: "How many puppet souls like you are in the school?"

Last time when dealing with the Huangjue tree, Wei Xishi had said that the lost souls in the school have all been cleared out. However, a few might have slipped through.

Male puppet: "Six or seven. The rest fled."

"Take me to them. I will send the non-offending puppets to the Netherworld. Those who have taken lives will be obliterated. You should be glad your hands are clean."

Qin Ruan walked out of dormitory 404 with the male puppet.

...

Downstairs, a male student burst out of 404 dormitory, staggeringly running out of the dormitory building.

His body was covered in blood, giving people the first impression that he just participated in a murder.

Indeed, this was the case. However, he was the victim.

The male student was mentally collapsed, running out desperately.

He had only taken a few steps when a law enforcement officer at the police line pressed him to the ground.

"How did you get in there? Why are you covered in blood? What happened upstairs?"

The boy pinned to the ground, had blood-shot eyes. When he saw the unique emblem on the man’s shoulder, he broke down crying.

As if he was seeing a family member, he grabbed the man and wailed, "Wa wa wa... Wo Tong’s puppet soul has come for revenge!"

As soon as he finished screaming, it seemed that he had used up all his strength. The boy’s eyes closed, and he passed out.

Curse words rang out, and the workers resignedly carried the boy to the medical room.

Huo Qiang and others who guarded their cars were dutifully on standby downstairs.

They watched the scene with expressionless faces, completely indifferent.

Not far away, Wei Linchen stood with his hands in his pockets, posing casually and waiting in silence.

Champs Elysees Manor.

Not long after Qin Ruan left, the three men of the Qin Family saw their father and two children off.

Before leaving, their gaze towards the Third Master was filled with sorrow and sympathy.

Although they didn’t say anything, their expression said it all.

It was as if they were saying that the Third Master was not being a proper husband at all. Qin Ruan just gave birth and had gone out, and he didn’t know how to stop her. Instead, he respectfully saw her off.

Of course, the three men of the Qin Family wouldn’t dare to stop her either.

Qin Ruan’s departure was too solemn, and she mentioned it was related to a murder case. It was a matter of life and death. They could not hinder her.

The Third Master, after seeing his father-in-law and brothers-in-law off, stood at the entrance, helplessly massaging his temples.

Now he really had no status at all.

In the eyes of the three men of the Qin Family, he had lost his authority as a husband and was bullied by Qin Ruan.

"Master, the two young masters are fighting!"

Huo Zhi, standing upstairs, shouted to Third Master downstairs without regard for ranks.

She didn’t know that the two young masters had started fighting in the incubator.

Seeing them start a fight scared her out of her wits, and she hurried to find the master.

The Third Master’s voice was calm: "Understood."

The two children seemed to naturally butt heads. If not watched closely, they could start fights.

He wondered how long this situation would last.

The Third Master, taking steady steps, walked up the stairs.

The images of the two babies popped into his mind. The older one, Huo Yao, was more active and lively, while the younger one, Huo Anqi, was quieter.

However, both of them had a fiery temper when they got into fights.

This fiery temper seemed to have been inherited from their mother.

Third Master went upstairs, pushed open the bedroom door, and was immediately greeted by a flying pillow.

He reached out and caught the pillow with his long and fair fingers. His handsome face turned somber, and his eyes, like sharp swords, swept over Huo Yao and Huo Anqi who were lying on the carpet wrestling each other.

Third Master didn’t understand why these two children, clearly brothers, couldn’t be fond of each other.

Was it possible that in their previous life they were enemies, reborn as brothers to settle old scores in this life?