bookrandom Chapter 107 Go Die, Go Die
Chapter 107 Go Die, Go Die
Tong Guang puffed out his cheeks slightly. Well, there was really no other way this time! He had originally thought that he could play a little longer by acting cute.
Judging from Yao Bing's expression, which left no room for negotiation, she was really leaving.
Helpless!
Tong Guang turned around and waved to the slightly stunned man beside him!
He said goodbye with a hint of sadness. "Jiang Chenyan, bye-bye."
Suddenly snapping back to his senses, the man raised his hand and waved lightly.
"Goodbye... Tongguang!" The low voice was filled with deep longing and reluctance.
My gaze followed that receding figure until it completely disappeared from sight.
Her thin lips were slightly pursed.
No one can remove her from his heart; he will not leave her unless… one day, the little girl tells him herself…
a long time!
Jiang Chenyan lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, his clear pupils rippling with tiny waves.
The image of her being so cute and sweet when she was being affectionate just now involuntarily came to mind.
My heart fluttered, a deeper tenderness welling up within me. So she could be coquettish too.
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In the dimly lit room, a red terracotta bowl was placed on the wooden table in the center, covered with dense Buddhist Sanskrit inscriptions, and filled with clear water.
A long strand of hair floated above it.
A middle-aged man dressed in a yellow monk's robe stood to the side, his hands skillfully forming hand seals while he chanted incantations.
As he cast his spell, small eddies appeared on the calm water, and the Sanskrit characters engraved on the alms bowl seemed to come alive, emitting a yellow glow.
Ke Qing, watching this scene, felt her chest heave violently and couldn't help but swallow nervously.
Uncle Zhao is a famous Taoist priest in their area, skilled in divination, fortune telling, and feng shui.
So when Keqing first suspected that Tongguang wasn't human, she secretly contacted Uncle Zhao.
At first, Uncle Zhao refused her on the grounds that Buddhist disciples should not kill, but Ke Qing scoffed and secretly laughed to herself, "What Buddhist disciples should not kill? He just thinks the money is too little! Why bother with these high-sounding reasons?"
Despite the enormous financial stakes involved, Uncle Zhao agreed to her request.
However, it is not easy to perform that move; it requires the person's hair or nails as a key medium.
She can't do nail art!
Taking advantage of the cleaning opportunity, Ke Qing thoroughly searched the girl's room, turning it upside down and even checking under the bed and in the corners, but she couldn't find even a single hair.
A demon is a demon; it won't even shed a single hair.
Having exhausted all other options, Ke Qing had no choice but to take a desperate gamble. She pretended to accidentally fall on the girl and took the opportunity to pluck a hair from her head.
She handed the hard-won hair to Uncle Zhao with a mix of joy and trepidation.
Once the spell was complete, the middle-aged monk, known as Uncle Zhao, stopped all his movements, and the yellow light that had been illuminating the area disappeared.
The bowl returned to calm once more.
Ke Qing had been watching anxiously, and only when she saw that everything was over did she breathe a slight sigh of relief and cautiously ask, "Is it... all done?"
Uncle Zhao, his face beaming with smugness, tossed his prayer beads around and said, "Why don't you come and see for yourself?"
Upon hearing this, Ke Qing was startled and hesitated. She gritted her teeth, suppressed her fear, and slowly moved over.
She also wanted to know what it was that could bewitch the usually aloof and wise man.
Inside the alms bowl, the calm, clear water, like a perfectly smooth bronze mirror, reflected a small, blurry, pinkish-white shadow.
The shadow swayed slightly in the water, as if it might break through the water at any moment.
Ke Qing was stunned when she saw this, and turned her head in confusion, asking, "Uncle Zhao, what is this?"
Uncle Zhao snorted coldly, "This is a beautiful rabbit that has become a spirit! These kinds of creatures are best at bewitching people's hearts, and their charm is even more powerful than that of the fox demon clan."
Upon hearing this, Ke Qing suddenly realized, no wonder! No wonder the gentleman was so infatuated with her.
This monster possesses such powerful magic! Luckily, I discovered this secret in time, otherwise, how could Miss Wan Ning, with her naivety and kindness, possibly contend with such a demon? Fortunately, everything is over now.
Ke Qing took a deep breath and composed herself. "From now on, I'll rely entirely on you, Uncle Zhao."
Uncle Zhao rubbed his hands together vigorously and chuckled, "This time it really took a lot of my energy! So... you have to show some sincerity, okay?"
Ke Qing smiled coldly upon hearing this, reached into her pocket, pulled out a card, and handed it to him. "Uncle Zhao, please rest assured, I will certainly not let you work for nothing. This is the reward I promised you beforehand, and I guarantee it will only be more, not less."
Seeing this, Uncle Zhao snatched the card from Ke Qing's hand, his eyes filled with greed.
He put the card away, then pulled out a long needle that shimmered with golden light from somewhere.
The needle was entirely golden, with an extremely sharp tip, and tiny runes were engraved on it.
Ke Qing frowned, her face full of doubt. "This...this looks like just an embroidery needle, can it really kill that banshee?"
Uncle Zhao snorted dismissively and retorted, "What do you, a mere mortal, know? This is a protective magic weapon that my master passed down to me before he passed away. It's incredibly powerful!"
"As long as I use this needle to pierce it, I guarantee that the demon's power will be completely dissipated, and it will no longer be able to harm anyone."
Upon hearing this, Ke Qing was overwhelmed with joy. Her once pretty face became contorted with extreme excitement.
His voice was as sinister as a venomous snake.
"Stab her, stab her to death!"
She suddenly roared as if she had lost her mind.
"Give it to me, I want to do it myself!"
Uncle Zhao was startled by Ke Qing's sudden action. Judging from her appearance, she really hated that female demon to the core.
Since that's the case, let her be. Uncle Zhao handed the magic needle in his hand to Ke Qing.
He didn't care what happened next; the money was already in his pocket.
Let her do whatever she wants.
Ke Qing gripped the slender needle tightly, her gaze fixed on the pinkish-white reflection in the bowl. Her eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spit fire.
"It's all your fault! It's all because of you that I've lost face in front of so many people! You vicious woman, how dare you use sorcery to harm me! And that slap you gave me, today, I will make you pay with your life!"
Ke Qing roared through gritted teeth, her anger burning to its peak.
Without the slightest hesitation, she plunged her right hand, holding the long needle, into the reflection in the water.
In an instant, the once calm water surface rippled as if a boulder had been thrown in. The pinkish-white light and shadow also undulated with the ripples…