Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 810: Demi-God Body, The Bond of Close Kin Bloodline and Soul

Chapter 810: Chapter 810: Demi-God Body, The Bond of Close Kin Bloodline and Soul

VIP room.

The guards at the door were from the Huo Family’s Hidden Guard, who quickly opened the door as the Third Master and his wife approached.

Inside the room, Madam Huo’s commanding voice arose, "Doctor Chen, what is the matter with Old Yan?"

Chen Hengfeng responded, "This elderly gentleman’s condition is severe, and he doesn’t have much time left."

There wasn’t much sentiment in his words, just a simple declarative tone.

Yet Madam Huo could not accept it, "What illness does he have?"

Chen Hengfeng replied, "Organ failure, at most a month left."

Huo Hongxing exclaimed, "How is that possible! He looked just like a normal person!"

Yan Yiqi had seemed fine before, showing no signs of ailment. Anyone who saw his previous state would not think of him as a man gravely ill.

Qin Ruan, with a hint of barely perceptible sadness in her deep eyes, strode into the room, where Yan Yiqi lay on the sofa with his eyes tightly shut.

Compared to their last encounter, his face, which had aged over a decade in an instant, didn’t look alive; his lips were tinged with a hint of blood, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

He was fine before but now looked half-dead, enveloped by the frail and morbid aura of imminent death.

Qin Ruan felt an inexplicable pain, unconsciously walking closer to the sofa. She was unaware of how cold and sad her expression was.

At this moment, she could not describe her feelings, finding it difficult to accept and overwhelmed with sadness from the bottom of her heart.

She was supposed to be unaware of the elderly man upon their first meeting, even if death were imminent, but now with him stepping into the Ghost Gate clinging to life, her heart felt extremely heavy.

Qin Ruan, disregarding the lavish gown she wore, knelt on the floor, grasping Yan Yiqi’s chilling hand.

Everyone in the room watched her. Chen Hengfeng and others were confused, while the Huo Family showed signs of sympathy.

Yunjiao walked forward, standing behind Qin Ruan and supporting her shoulder, "Ruanruan..."

He wanted to offer comfort but knew that nothing he said would help at the moment.

Qin Ruan held Yan Family Head’s hand, her expression vacant, her lips slowly parting, "Third Master, he should be my grandfather."

She was a woman who had died once before, possessing various powers taught by the Underworld King and had a Demi-God Body. She could feel the bond of blood and spirit with her close kin.

There was a bond of her mother’s bloodline in Yan Yiqi. She couldn’t deny their close familial connection.

She had no intention of recognizing him previously, having hinted at it before by deliberately mentioning her mother’s name and emphasizing the difference from Yan’s surname.

Madam Huo approached Qin Ruan, touched her head, and pitied the child.

"Ruanruan, Old Yan had a daughter named Yan Anyu, the youngest daughter of the Yan Family, once celebrated in Northern England. Many from the Royal Family and Nobility broke down the Yan Family’s doors seeking her hand in marriage.

Anyu was spoiled and looked down on those people; she couldn’t accept the Northern England system of multiple wives and concubines. After getting engaged to the crown prince of the Royal Family, she ran away from home within days, and it has been nearly thirty years since."

Old Yan had doted on this daughter, missing her every single day for many years. That child was headstrong, just disappearing for so many years."

Qin Ruan squeezed Yan Yiqi’s hand, her deep eyes void of joy or sorrow, "I didn’t know anything..."

She didn’t know anything, in this life and her previous; after returning to the Qin Family, she felt no deep affection for her mother and was unaware she might be the youngest daughter of the great Yan Family of Northern England.

Madam Huo closed her eyes briefly, concealing the sorrow at the life’s end of an old friend, "I have already sent for your and Old Yan’s blood to be tested for DNA verification. I believe the results will be out soon. If you truly are Anyu’s daughter, Old Yan can rest peacefully even in death."

The only regret Yan Yiqi had at the end of his life was the disappearance of his youngest daughter nearly thirty years ago.

Qin Ruan knelt in front of the sofa, her eyes void of emotion, staring at the elderly man lying before her as she struggled to channel her Nether Power into him.

Yan Yiqi’s organs had failed and his body had reached its limits; she wanted to save him but could not.

His name was already recorded in the Netherworld’s Book of Life and Death, and even the Underworld King couldn’t erase it.

Qin Ruan had to accept, she couldn’t save Yan Yiqi.

This realization made her feel powerless.

Yunjiao, from behind her, wrapped his arms around Qin Ruan’s shoulders, lifting her from the ground, "Ruanruan, you should get up first, the ground is cold."

Madam Huo sat next to Yan Yiqi, saying to Qin Ruan, "Child, today is your birthday. You and Yunjiao should go out first; we will take care of Yiqi here."

Today was supposed to be a day of celebration for the Huo Family, but the events that unfolded made it impossible to rejoice.

The matter of Yan Yiqi’s coma was neither minor nor insignificant, and the Huo Family couldn’t let others make a spectacle of it. Whatever needed to be handled should be dealt with behind closed doors, known only to the family without others having to be involved.

Qin Ruan stood still, unable to take a step forward, her eyes fixed on Yan Yiqi without being able to look away.

Seeing her motionless, the old master added, "Your two uncles are also here, staying at the Imperial Court Hotel."

Qin Ruan’s pupils contracted slightly.

This statement clearly acknowledged that she was Yan Yiqi’s granddaughter.

...

Imperial Court Hotel.

The elevator on the top luxurious suite floor opened slowly, and Qin Mei, followed by Lu Yichen, stepped out one after another.

Familiar with the place, Qin Mei turned left toward the room where Changyuan was.

In the long, silent corridor, Lu Yichen quietly followed behind.

He didn’t know if it was his imagination, but today the Imperial Court Hotel was unusually quiet—the air was even cooler than outside; one might think the hotel was about to go bankrupt, lacking even adequate heating.

Qin Mei, rather oblivious, was preoccupied with how Changyuan had met his younger sister and how to pry this information from her after their meeting.

Lu Yichen noticed that the surrounding air was growing increasingly chilly.

He slowed down, shivering as the cold air enveloped him.

"Qin Mei, wait..."

Qin Mei turned around, impatient, "What now?"

Lu Yichen swallowed hard, "Something seems off."

Qin Mei, irritable, exploded, "Stop dilly-dallying, I told you not to come!"

Lu Yichen, "Don’t you feel very cold?"

Preoccupied with his thoughts, Qin Mei had failed to notice the goosebumps spreading on his skin from the cold.

Noticing the chill, he stared at Lu Yichen, eyes wide.

It took him a while to find his voice again, "What do you mean?"

Suddenly, the lights in the hotel corridor flickered.

Not just above their heads, the entire corridor’s lights started to blink on and off, the light fluctuating from bright to dim, the atmosphere quickly becoming tense and sinister.

"Damn it!" Qin Mei cursed loudly.

Changing his earlier bravado, he dashed in a few quick steps to Lu Yichen’s side.

Already frightened, Lu Yichen, as if finding comfort, hugged his arm and trembled, "Could we have... run into... that thing?"

Both knew what that ’thing’ might be, but neither had the courage to say it out loud.

"Don’t jinx it!"

Qin Mei wished he could shrink down and hide inside Lu Yichen’s pocket.

The overhead lights continued to flicker, and eerie, crackling sounds began to emerge around them. Although the sounds were not shrill, they were particularly unnerving.

It was too goddamn terrifying!

"Ahhhh..."

A sharp, heartrending scream echoed from the other end of the corridor.

"Ah!!!"

"Ahhh!!!"

Lu Yichen and Qin Mei clung to each other, screaming along.

"Heeheehee..."

Soon, a woman’s crisp, playful laughter followed.

"Qin... Qin Mei, let’s go!" Lu Yichen, trembling all over, clung to Qin Mei, unable to move from the spot.

If he had known to keep to himself, he would never have come, even if it killed him.

He regretted not checking the almanac before he left home today as he really had some bad luck!

"Let’s go!"

Perhaps because Qin Mei had spent so much time with Xueqiu, besides being scared, there was a strong desire for life, clearly knowing that leaving now was the safest choice.

The two of them held each other’s hands as they retraced their steps through the intermittently dimly-lit corridor.

If not for the strange flickering of the overhead lights, and their trembling legs as they walked, everything would have seemed completely normal.

They had only walked a few steps when heavy, unfamiliar footsteps followed from behind.

Lu Yichen and Qin Mei’s trembling bodies stiffened, and they stood rooted to the spot, exchanging a glance, their faces pale with fright.

The fear was clearly visible on their faces as they looked into each other’s eyes.

"Run!"

Qin Mei shouted loudly, pulling Lu Yichen along as he ran.

The two stumbled as they ran, nearly falling to the ground.

Qin Mei was nearly in tears from fright, his will to survive urging him to keep running.

Though the elevator seemed very close, they ran for a long time without seeing its doors.

"Bang!"

Lu Yichen didn’t know what tripped him, but he was still holding Qin Mei’s hand and almost dragged him down too.

Qin Mei steadied himself and snapped angrily, "Damn it, what’s wrong with you!"

Not knowing what was chasing them from behind and with Lu Yichen holding them back infuriated him.

Lu Yichen complained with displeasure, "I don’t know what tripped me!"

He looked back to find the culprit, and with just one look, he was stunned in place.

Qin Mei also looked behind, his already pale face almost distorted with terror.

He held Lu Yichen’s hand, trembling violently, as if he had Parkinson’s disease.

What had tripped Lu Yichen was not just anything—it was a corpse.

On the ground opposite them lay a female corpse, with golden hair and dark blue eyes staring straight at them.

If one could ignore the red pool of blood on the ground, one might think she was just another woman who had fallen there.

Being stared at by those eyes, Qin Mei’s legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.

"Lu Yichen, you—you take care!"

The next moment, Qin Mei forcefully broke free from his hand, turned around, and ran away frantically.

Lu Yichen: "???"

His shocked face contorted.

Suddenly, the corpse on the ground moved.

Her head, which was about twenty centimeters away from her body, now twisted by itself; her eyes, which were already open, stared eerily at Lu Yichen, who had fallen to the ground.

Just as Lu Yichen felt his life was over, the female corpse with red lips slightly opened, "I’m sorry to scare you."

Very polite, with a friendly tone.

Lu Yichen twitched the corners of his lips: "..."

The woman’s dark blue eyes blinked, thinking he didn’t understand, and playfully tilted her head.

This movement caused her long, thick golden hair in the blood pool to stir, a scene that could scare anyone to death.

Lu Yichen kept a straight face and swallowed.

The next second, he got up at an unprecedented speed and dashed away, disappearing in a flash...

The speed was dizzying, so fast it was as if no one had been tripped before.

The corpse lying in the pool of blood, with its cleanly severed head standing in the corridor, created a horrifying and eerie scene.

The woman’s gaze, heavy and intense, followed the direction Lu Yichen and Qin Mei had left. Her gentle expression receded, gradually becoming sinister and terrifying.

Her mouth slowly cracked open, the corners stretching to behind her ears, forming a gaping maw wide enough to swallow a basketball.

"Hee hee hee..."

Suddenly, a delighted giggle erupted from her lips.

In the blink of an eye, the female corpse sprawled in the corridor, her head, and the pool of bright red blood vanished.

...

"Qin Mei, fuck your sister, you’re so fucking dead! You’re dead!"

Lu Yichen quickly caught up to Qin Mei’s retreating figure, cursing in frustration.

Qin Mei, who had been mindlessly fleeing, stopped dead in his tracks, evidently triggered by that last remark.

He stood still for a second, then turned and charged towards Lu Yichen.

Qin Mei grabbed him by the collar and demanded, "What the fuck did you just say?!"

Fuck? Who?

If his ears served him right just now, was this guy talking about his little sister?

The sound of hurried footsteps arose behind them, but the two angry men didn’t hear it.

Fury flooding him, Qin Mei demanded again, "Who did you just say?"

Lu Yichen, realizing his earlier words were inappropriate, his face flushed red as he gritted his teeth and replied, "You!"

Qin Ruan was Qin Mei’s sister and also the wife of the third lord of the Huo family. He couldn’t afford to offend her, not with ten lives.

Qin Mei’s expression softened slightly, "You dog, if I hear you speak impurely again, I’ll beat you up!"

"Hee hee hee... Got you guys now!"

The woman’s giggling resounded once again in front of them.

Qin Mei’s eyes widened, he quickly released Lu Yichen’s collar and turned to run.

He dashed with such speed that he disappeared in the blink of an eye, even faster than athletes in a relay race.

Lu Yichen clenched his teeth and chased after him.

Though initially a step behind due to the shock, his desire to survive now spurred him on faster than Qin Mei, quickly catching up to him.

Qin Mei, mistaking the footsteps behind him for something else, ran desperately.

It was only when Lu Yichen passed him that he realized this guy had even better stamina than him.

Seeing his opponent overtake him, he bellowed, "Lu Yichen, wait for me, you fucker!"

Running ahead, Lu Yichen didn’t even look back, "Don’t worry bro, to honor our friendship, I’ll burn three sticks of incense for you on this day next year!"

Fury blazing in his eyes, Qin Mei roared, "I’m going to kill you!!!" and chased after Lu Yichen without a care for his own life.

Hurried footsteps and frantic panting filled the corridor, the air seeming to freeze as danger approached them, unnoticed by either.

Lu Yichen ran to the end of the corridor and discovered there was no way out.

He stood there, dumbfounded by the wall in front of him.

Qin Mei, panting heavily, caught up to him and grabbed his collar, raising his fist ready to strike.

Lu Yichen, caught off guard, was pulled face-to-face with him.

He stared over Qin Mei’s shoulder, his eyes widening as if seeing some terrifying presence, "Qin Mei, look behind you!"

"Don’t even try to fool me, boy. I’m going to hit you so hard you’ll kneel and call me daddy!"

As he spoke, his fist swung down.

Uncharacteristically, Lu Yichen didn’t dodge, and just as the fist was about to connect with Lu Yichen’s handsome face, a chilling voice sounded from behind.

"Caught you again."

The eerie, deranged voice of the woman echoed next to Qin Mei’s ear, booming like thunder, making him nearly explode with rage.