Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 850 We are husband and wife, destined to share the same bed in life and the same grave in death!

Chapter 850: Chapter 850 We are husband and wife, destined to share the same bed in life and the same grave in death!

The woman stood facing away from Huo Qi by the window, her face obscured in the shadows, making it difficult to discern. A low, hoarse voice, aged by time, rose within the room, "We are husband and wife."

The voice was a mixture of crying and laughter, conveying a deep, lamentable regret.

Huo Qi’s features twisted as he covered his ears with his hands, tears streaming down his face from fear, shaking his head vehemently in denial, "No, we’re not!"

His emphatic denial infuriated the woman, and the room filled with a surge of Evil Qi rushing towards him.

The woman’s head was like a doll’s, rotating slowly, as her empty eyes stared fixatedly at Huo Qi.

What was truly horrifying was that her body stood still while she turned her head.

Huo Qi had seen this scene several times before, each occasion frightening him enough to momentarily stop his heart.

It was terrifying!

He wished he could stop breathing right then and there to escape.

The woman’s dismal gaze was fixed on Huo Qi, now huddling on the bed; in a blink, she was by his side, reaching out to tug his arm.

Her voice, raw and unwilling, roared tragically low, "You are my husband, we are husband and wife, we were destined to share a bed in life and a grave in death!"

"Get lost!" Huo Qi mustered all his strength to fling the Puppet’s hand away, not noticing the hollow touch as he vanished, and, driven by the will to survive, he crazily crawled and rolled, tumbling to the floor.

He crawled towards the door, trembling all over, continuously cursing, "Get away, don’t, don’t touch me!"

The Puppet’s eyes somberly watched Huo Qi crawl across the floor, its voice filled with venomous and tearful rage, "Reject the toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!"

A chilling wind swept through the room, causing the curtains to billow and flutter.

"Thump, thump—"

At that moment, someone knocked on the door from the outside.

"Huo Qi? What’s wrong with you, Huo Qi?"

"Huo Qi, open the door! Open the door!!"

Huo Chengying’s anxious shouts came from outside.

Immediately after, a miserable wail erupted within the room, loud enough to reverberate through the small building.

The Huo Clan from Sea City, residing in the neighboring building, were all alerted, not to mention the third master and Qin Ruan staying upstairs.

Upstairs bedroom.

The moment the screams echoed from the first floor, Huo Yunjiao and Qin Ruan simultaneously opened their eyes.

Sensing danger, the third master instinctively pulled the delicate wife beside him into his embrace.

Qin Ruan tapped the arm wrapped around her waist gently; her voice was still hoarse from sleep as she reassured the person behind her in a low tone, "It’s all right; the Huo Family’s feng shui is good, generally evil spirits can’t get in."

Though she said this, her heart couldn’t help but wonder what had befallen Huo Qi.

Huo Yunjiao turned the person in his arms around, his cool fingertips brushing her cheek, and with a hinted smile, he asked in a low voice, "Did you already know something was going to happen tonight?"

His tone was certain, with a hint of concern.

Sensing the faint Evil Qi in the air, Qin Ruan slightly furrowed her brows almost imperceptibly.

She glanced at the dark sky outside the window and shook her head at the calm and composed third master, "I didn’t know exactly when it would happen. I kept Huo Qi and his brother Huo Chengying here yesterday because there was something wrong with Huo Qi. His body was as weak as an old man’s, with Evil Qi inside him sapping his life force. If it isn’t resolved soon, I’m afraid he won’t have much longer. The Huo Mansion occupies the best feng shui in the Capital City, and has invisible barriers in place. Even the oldest Puppets might not be able to enter here. He’s safer staying here. I thought it would take a few more days for signs to appear, but I didn’t expect it so soon."

Qin Ruan was genuinely surprised that Huo Qi encountered trouble that very night.

She slipped out from the third master’s warm embrace, grabbed a robe lying nearby to drape casually over her body, and got out of bed to put on her shoes.

"I’m going downstairs to check the situation."

The moment she wore the robe, Qin Ruan’s wrist was firmly grasped.

She looked back puzzled, as the third master sat on the edge of the bed, his lips curving into a faint smile while leaning forward to come closer.

This motion was as if he was about to kiss her.

Upon meeting the abyss-like gaze of the third master, Qin Ruan’s breath hitched, her cherry lips pressed lightly together.

Huo Yunjiao’s arms encircled her waist, his fair and handsome fingers pinching the robe’s belt behind her, the well-defined hands swiftly tying the belt.

Having done all this, the third master looked up, taking in Qin Ruan’s face, which bore an indiscernible expression of disappointment or anticipation.

His voice tender yet laced with a hint of mockery, he pinched her slender waist, "Go ahead, with such commotion, I’ve notified the people coming from Sea City, they will come down and look for you shortly."

Qin Ruan gazed at the man before her, who appeared every inch the gentleman, questioning whether she was under an illusion.

Otherwise, how could she detect a trace of forced laughter in his tone?

"Alright——"

Qin Ruan pursed her lips and nodded, turning to leave.

...

Downstairs.

Huo Chengying knocked on the room door for a long time without a response, the agonized screams coming from inside alarming the Hidden Guards who had rushed to the scene.

They stood at the entrance to the guest room, unable to open the locked door with keys. They tried other means, but the door in front of them seemed as if it had been welded shut, stubbornly resisting their attempts to open it.

Listening carefully, one could hear faint moans of pain drifting from the room.

Huo Chengying was so anxious he was covered in sweat. As the Hidden Guards prepared to use weapons to forcibly break in, he stepped forward, forcefully kicking the door.

Far from breaking the door open, he was instead repelled by the cold, chilling energy from the door, stumbling back repeatedly.

Qin Ruan, dressed in nightclothes, slowly walked over at that moment.

Her cool and pleasant voice rose in the night, "What happened?"

The Hidden Guards, upon hearing this, immediately stood at attention, bowing respectfully to Qin Ruan as she approached.

The leader of the guards on night duty stepped forward to report, "Madam, something might have happened to young master Huo Qi inside, the door is strangely unopenable."

Qin Ruan moved to the front of the guest room, nodding slightly at Huo Chengying, whose face was filled with urgency, and her deep, pond-like eyes focused on the door before her.

It wasn’t that the Hidden Guards couldn’t open the door; the door in front of them was clearly an illusion.

The door was false, merely a fleeting shadow.

Qin Ruan waved her hand, her sleeve brushing through the air, and the illusory door faded away without a trace.

The moment the illusion vanished, a new door appeared.

Everyone present turned pale.

They should have been standing half a foot away from the door, but in the blink of an eye, they found themselves a meter distant.

Qin Ruan, hearing the unusual noises coming from the room, narrowed her eyes and with a swift lift of her long, bare, white legs, not dressed in any sleep pants, she kicked the door in front of her.

"Bang!"

The door burst open, and the scene inside was laid bare for all outside to see.

The disheveled and wretched Huo Qi was writhing on the ground, continuously muttering in pain.

Listening closely, he alternated between softly pleading for mercy and raising his voice, cursing vehemently.

Huo Chengying, seeing his cousin in such a state, didn’t have time to think. He rushed into the room ahead of everyone else.

He knelt before Huo Qi, turning the man lying face down over, his voice trembling with concern, "Huo Qi, Huo Qi?"

The man called out shook all over, his hands clenched into fists, his body resistant.

Looking at his clear and handsome features, they were also grotesquely twisted.

Qin Ruan’s eyes, dark as the depths of a cold pool, scanned the room, her gaze suddenly focusing on the windowsill.

After a long look, she had a clear understanding in her heart.

She had said that the Huo Mansion had a barrier; ordinary Puppets couldn’t enter.