Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 971: Qin Ershao’s Calculations, Creating Momentum for Ruanruan

Chapter 971: Chapter 971: Qin Ershao’s Calculations, Creating Momentum for Ruanruan

Under the patient questioning of Qin Ruan, the little girl lifted her unsteady arm and pointed tremblingly in one direction.

In the room littered with garbage, on the left-hand side, there was a wall built of green bricks and a shabby wooden door.

That door was cloaked in shadows, like a colossal beast lurking, ready to devour at any moment, making one feel inexplicably suffocated and uneasy.

Qin Ruan seemed to understand the little girl’s intention and quickly got up and walked over.

The little girl was not very good at walking on her feet yet, and her spirit body floated up, closely following behind her.

One human, one puppet swiftly arrived at the wooden door.

Qin Ruan stood in front of the door, her narrow and sharp fox-like eyes filled with murderous intent, and she kicked the wooden door.

"Bang!"

The flimsy wooden door could not withstand the kick and collapsed, revealing the scene inside clearly before her eyes.

Upon seeing the sight within the room, Qin Ruan gasped and involuntarily took two steps back.

Her pupils trembled slightly beneath her eyes, her red lips quivered, and a look of sadness mixed with anger spread across her face.

The room was piled high with bone-white skeletons like a small hill, clearly not the bones of adults by their shape and size.

Looking further into the tight corner, it was crammed with dense souls, from those over ten years old to those who could not yet walk.

All of them were incomplete, suffering horrific injuries inflicted posthumously, a truly shocking sight to behold.

Qin Ruan held her breath, a discomfort rising from within her that words could not express.

"Damn it!"

Min Zhenghao mustered his courage and stepped forward. Seeing the piled bones and the densely packed souls inside, he turned pale.

Qin Ruan’s eyes were icy, she glanced at him indifferently, then lowered her gaze, tenderly looking at the little girl by her side.

She asked softly, "Are you worried about them?"

The little girl was no longer crying, her bloodstained eyes flashed with excitement, and she nodded vigorously to Qin Ruan.

Qin Ruan turned back and looked again at the souls inside the room, their expressions wooden, their eyes lifeless and varying in size, and took a deep breath.

Countless adults had been harmed over the years, and these children had not escaped suffering either.

What kind of ruthless ambition and cruelty must one possess to harm these children?

Qin Ruan placed her hand on the little girl’s frail shoulders, facing a pair of somber eyes inside the room, and said gently, "I will ask a few uncles to take you away, out of this mortal Hell, to a place without harm and pain, alright?"

The room’s countless souls were slow to react; they stared blankly at Qin Ruan, none making a sound in response.

So many souls in such a cramped room, yet eerily silent--this was in itself a very strange and frightening thing.

Qin Ruan’s smile was warm, her eyes brimming with tenderness as she coaxed softly, "Won’t you come out?"

Her voice was like sunshine after rain, clear and soft, giving a sense of reassurance.

But the souls in the room still ignored her, even looking at him with a specially wary gaze, as fierce as wolves.

Seeing that her companions in the room didn’t move, the little girl left Qin Ruan’s side and her spirit body slowly floated into the room.

She didn’t speak but gestured something to the children inside with her hands.

The leading boy looked at the gestures made by the little girl, turned his head to look at Qin Ruan, and his dark, gloomy eyes flickered with suspicion and doubt.

His gaze seemed to be weighing whether Qin Ruan was a good person or a bad person.

Qin Ruan stood at the door watching them communicate, her red lips slightly pursed.

After a while, the little girl came out, followed by the big boy.

When the soul drew near, Qin Ruan realized he had a lame leg.

Upon closer inspection, she found that it wasn’t just his leg that was lame, his chest had been split open as well, its organs faded into oblivion.

The wound stretched from his throat to below his navel, and as his soul moved, black putrid blood dripped continuously onto the ground.

Underneath the hollow skin, the bloody mess was far beyond what the word ’tragic’ could describe.

Qin Ruan couldn’t bear to keep looking, blinked her eyes to push back the tears welling up.

At the coaxing of a little girl, all the trapped souls, big and small, lined up and floated out of the cramped room.

They were very obedient and orderly, as though they’d been trained, or rather, they were acting out of fear, forming a routine out of some oppressive habit.

Over a hundred lost souls floated out from the house, a horrifying scene that almost made Min Zhenghao, Afeng, and Meng Jie wet their pants.

If Meng Jie hadn’t relieved himself earlier, he would have been the first to embarrass himself in the current situation.

Huddled in a corner, the three of them shivered, their eyes dilating in extreme fear.

In front of them, Qin Ruan summoned an envoy from the Netherworld once again.

These children had suffered for decades, even in death they couldn’t find peace, she rightfully ought to seek a proper resting place for them.

When the Underworld Envoy came again, outside the hospital, more than a dozen sports cars raced in succession.

Qin Mei’s Speedtail limited edition top-end sports car stopped at the hospital entrance, raising a trail of dust around it.

He got out of the car, slamming the door shut with a thud, and without regard for his fear of Puppets, looked up calmly at the ghastly Puppet Hospital before him.

"Meow!"

Xueqiu, locked inside the car, scratched at the glass door with its fluffy white paws.

"Meow! Meow!"

Human, you forgot to take me with you!

Xueqiu voiced one protest after another through meows.

Hearing the cat’s cry, Qin Mei, who had just lifted his foot, slowly retracted it and turned back to meet the green eyes of Xueqiu inside the car.

At this moment, Rong Jing also caught up, getting out of his car without even bothering to close the door, he sprinted towards Qin Mei.

Qin Mei returned to the car to open the door and held Xueqiu in his arms.

He thought, after all, it was a Cat Demon, should they truly encounter a Puppet, at least it could defend him.

Speaking of cats, could I see a sample translation that involves a cat?

As Rong Jing approached, he patted Qin Mei on the shoulder, "Second Young Master, are we sure we won’t be causing more trouble for the third madam if we go in like this?"

He still remembered how Qin Ruan had insisted on not being disturbed while she was resolving his father’s demonic encounter.

Qin Mei, holding the well-behaved Xueqiu in his arms, looked down with a light tone, "We’ll just watch from the door, listen to what’s going on inside."

He knew of his sister’s abilities, not many Heavenly Masters could match her, even Master Ling Xuzi of the Huo Family had treated her with the utmost respect.

He had come here in the middle of the night just to see for himself that Qin Ruan was safe and sound.

Moreover, the attendees at tonight’s gathering might seem like a bunch of spoilt young masters, but in reality, which one of them didn’t have a status more influential than their Qin Family’s wealth and power?

If that’s the case, why not use their status to build momentum for Qin Ruan’s own standing and abilities?

He wasn’t so carefree as to blurt out in public such a naive assertion that she’s my sister, everything was simply a means to an end.

Just like when he first brought Qin Ruan home and complied with her wish to keep her identity secret, only to end up with the schemes of the Han mother and daughter and the scorn and slander of some haughty yet beneath her people.

The Qin Family would definitely not repeat the same mistake this time.

Soon, Liu Shao and the others caught up too, and a crowd surged toward Qin Mei and Rong Jing, their faces brimming with excitement and fervor.