Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 863: Nephew Resembles Uncle, You Look Very Much Like My Master

Chapter 863: Chapter 863: Nephew Resembles Uncle, You Look Very Much Like My Master

Old Mr. Song waved his hands to disperse the crowd as he assessed the situation, "Move along, move along... nothing to see here. Aren’t you all supposed to be doing business, buying things?"

The onlookers, unable to see the golden light emitted by the release of the Nether Divine Power, noticed that Ke Zhibin and his group were no longer furious but were instead staring at the girl across from them with eyes full of fear, realizing there was no more excitement to be had.

Many left in disappointment, but a few curious ones stayed behind to watch.

Old Mr. Song approached Ke Zhibin, "Mr. Businessman, you should feel lucky that Master Qin stepped in. I heard your son is still in the hospital. Wouldn’t it be better to go back and stay with your child? If something really happens and it can’t be resolved, then call Master Qin for help. Lingering here is pointless, isn’t it?"

Ke Zhibin’s head buzzed, his eyes wide open, his mouth slightly agape, and a layer of sweat forming on his forehead.

He had already believed half of what the bodyguard had said.

The other half was fully believed when, after Qin Ruan opened his Heavenly Eye, he saw a completely different scene before his eyes.

Tongsha Sky Bridge was not only surrounded by people, but there were also numerous Puppet Monsters.

Hanging on the bridge were several frail children, their complexions pale, repeatedly falling from the bridge to the ground, while vehicles on the road below passed right through their spirits at full speed.

Across the street, a middle-aged woman dressed in a cheongsam stood at a newsstand only available during the Republic period, craning her neck as if waiting for someone.

By the roadside, there were Puppet Monsters missing arms and legs, crawling around, sparsely scattered as far as Ke Zhibin could see.

The most densely packed area of spirits was in front of a snack stall under the Tongsha Sky Bridge.

There were children, adults, and elderly people, all staring at the colorful snacks in front of the stall, drooling.

These Puppet Monsters maintained their normal demeanor from before death, except for their feet not touching the ground and their faces pale-green; their somber black eyes staring at people were frightening, but otherwise, they looked no different from living humans.

However, this scene made Ke Zhibin’s legs weak, his brain oxygen-deprived, and his blood pressure skyrocket.

When he came to his senses, Qin Ruan was nowhere to be seen, already disappeared among the living and the spirits.

As for Old Mr. Song’s words, they had deeply resonated with him.

Ke Zhibin gripped the arm of the bodyguard supporting him, his voice trembling, "Let’s go! To the hospital!"

He indeed wanted to see what that woman in his home had done to bring calamity upon the Ke family.

"Yes, boss!"

A group of people escorted Ke Zhibin away from the bustling scene and quickly drove off.

...

Huo Mansion.

When Qin Ruan arrived home, it was nearly eleven o’clock.

She stood downstairs, looking up at the dim light illuminated in the upstairs bedroom, knowing that Grandfather had already gone to rest.

Not far from the children’s room, the light shone brightly, and the drawn curtains occasionally reflected the silhouette of a servant moving about in the room.

Qin Ruan stood downstairs, her eyes deep and dangerous, exuding a sinister and perilous aura freely.

She sniffed the air and detected the Evil Qi of an ancient demon; something had intruded.

This domineering and ancient malicious presence was familiar to her.

Huo Zhi, standing beside her, shivered, feeling colder than usual, and asked in a low voice, "Madam, aren’t we going in?"

Qin Ruan told her, "You go back first, I’ll go upstairs myself."

Huo Zhi hesitated for a moment, then nodded respectfully and left.

The light in the children’s room upstairs went out, and Qin Ruan narrowed her cold eyes and quickly stepped into the room.

Time rewound to thirty minutes earlier.

Huo Yao and Huo Anqi were lying in their respective beds asleep when suddenly a sinister wind blew into the room.

The two brothers opened their wary eyes, their dark eyes fixed on the black evil energy that had intruded into the room.

The two servants in the room were busy and did not see anything entering the room.

"Ah—"

"Eeek—"

Huo Anqi and Huo Yao simultaneously raised their voices to alert them.

The two servants turned around and saw the young masters had woken up, thinking they were hungry, they quickly prepared the milk formula.

Meanwhile, the black energy that had entered drifted beside the cribs of Huo Yao and Huo Anqi, its shape and facial features gradually becoming clearer.

It was a tall man with long flowing hair, sharp facial features, dressed in an ancient black robe, perfectly showcasing his impressive physique.

Seeing this person, Huo Yao and Huo Anqi’s wariness did not subside.

Changyuan had come late at night, acting on his master’s orders to investigate the true identity of Mr. Huo the Third.

Remembering the two children Qin Ruan had given birth to at the risk of her life, he could not resist coming to check on them.

Seeing the two little guys with their cute faces, their eyes unblinkingly fixed on him, showing no trace of fear, a faint smile curled upon Changyuan’s thin lips.

He reached out and touched the heads of the two children, "Do you know who I am?" his cold voice carried a hint of tenderness.

Huo Yao and Huo Anqi remained silent as babies should, their lips tightly closed.

Changyuan appeared calm, then suddenly his gaze dropped to Huo Anqi as he pinched the little hand, a flash of silver light appeared, and a black tail appeared in Huo Anqi’s hand.

His eyes slightly narrowed, his tone resolute, "The Nine-tailed Fox clan’s secret technique for preservation, this was given to you by Hu Yixian."

Huo Anqi seemed not to understand, naively saying, "Eeek—"

Changyuan chuckled, rubbing his head, "Alright, your bodies are extraordinary from birth, possessing spiritual wisdom from the moment you were born, there’s no need to pretend in front of me."

"Young masters, time for milk."

The servant, unable to see Changyuan, walked through the body of the ancient fierce beast, bringing the milk bottle to the two young masters.

Huo Anqi disdainfully glanced at the milk bottle, his chubby little hand holding the bottle to his mouth.

The servant looked on contently, thinking indeed they were hungry.

Turning her head to look at Huo Yao, the young master was also obediently drinking his milk.

Changyuan’s eyes were mocking as he watched Huo Yao and Huo Anqi drinking milk, yet he did not ridicule them aloud.

Disdainful of the interfering servants, he waved his hand, and black mist enveloped the two bothersome humans in the room.

The servant by the bed had a stunned look in her eyes and mechanically moved away from the bed, while the other servant busily continued as usual inside the room.

Seeing the abnormal behavior of the servants, the Huo brothers stopped pretending to drink their milk and stared intensely at Changyuan.

Changyuan walked to Huo Yao’s bedside, studying the baby who was holding the milk bottle, his eyes dark and cold as he stared back.

His brows softened and the smile at his lips deepened slightly, "As the old saying goes, a nephew resembles his uncle, and you indeed look quite like my master."

Huo Yao, unlike his usual playful fights with his brother over toys, scowled, his little mouth slightly open: "Scram!"

His baby voice was assertive, stern yet somehow endearing.

Listening to this, Changyuan found it both absurd and amusing.

He leaned down slightly, his rough fingers pinching Huo Yao’s soft cheek, and teasingly said in a particularly childish manner, "You’re still so small, you can’t beat me."

"Is that so?"

Huo Anqi, from who knows when, appeared behind Changyuan, his voice milky yet sternly questioning.