Li Qiao smiled faintly, “Green-faced Ghost, you have killed many innocent people.”
“I was only doing it for my cultivation. I didn’t mean to. They should be honored to contribute to my practice… Ouch…”
“How shameless.” He Yi scolded angrily.
“How dare you insult me? Once I get out, I will devour you alive.”
Seeing that the Green-faced Ghost was still cursing and yelling, Li Qiao stepped forward and slapped it. The Green-faced Ghost howled again, and this time, its cries became even more unbearable.
“Stop the nonsense. Where are the people you captured? I advise you to tell the truth honestly, or else… you’re done for.”
“I’ll talk… I’ll talk…”
The Green-faced Ghost couldn’t stand the blazing fire any longer.
It said, “In the temple, the very temple you went to today. Master… spare me, ah—”
Li Qiao and He Yi exchanged a glance.
With Li Qiao’s final slap, the Green-faced Ghost fell silent.
He Yi was holding the red umbrella.
He shook it hard, but no more sound came out.
“Is it dead?”
“No, it’s passed out.”
Now that they knew He Jingnian was in the temple, all they had to do was wait until nightfall to sneak inside.
Soon, Xiao Qingbei came over from the next room.
He happily looked at the red umbrella in He Yi’s hand and said, “It looks great. Where did you buy it?”
“Miss Li made it.”
Xiao Qingbei took the red umbrella and examined it.
“This is Miss Li’s magical tool, not an ordinary umbrella. Also, don’t touch it casually. Be careful—the Green-faced Ghost inside might escape.”
Smack!
The red umbrella fell to the ground.
Xiao Qingbei stared at the two of them, his hands trembling. “A ghost… inside?”
“Don’t worry, Miss Li has already subdued it.”
His heart felt like it was on a roller coaster—up one moment, down the next.
Now, the priority was to rest.
Li Qiao still wanted to extract useful information from the Green-faced Ghost.
The two of them went back to the next room to rest.
Li Qiao picked up the red umbrella and slammed it against the ground. The Green-faced Ghost’s agonizing screams grew louder with each hit. It kept begging for mercy, hoping Li Qiao would spare its life.
“I thought you were tougher than that.”
“Wuwuwu… Master, have mercy!” The Green-faced Ghost kept pleading, but Li Qiao felt not a shred of sympathy.
The Green-faced Ghost’s hands were stained with countless innocent lives.
As the night gradually darkened, the three of them left the hotel.
They headed toward the temple. As soon as they arrived, they noticed an eerie silence. Xiao Qingbei said uneasily, “Qiaoqiao, that temple master… is he human?”
“He is human.”
“That’s good—”
At least they didn’t have to worry too much, since everyone involved was human. But as they stepped into the temple, the temperature dropped lower and lower, and the cawing of crows echoed above them.
The sound sent chills down their spines—it felt thrilling.
He Yi was scared too.
He and Xiao Qingbei stood close together, each clutching talismans in their hands. As Li Qiao walked in, she scanned the surroundings and said, “Come out.”
Three seconds later.
The lights suddenly turned on all at once.
Wang Song appeared, his scarred face looking even more terrifying under the light.
“You’re very clever.”
“Go on, what is your goal?”
“I want his life. Or yours.”
“Quite an arrogant claim. But I’m afraid you don’t have the means to take either of our lives.” Li Qiao sized up Wang Song casually and sneered, “Raising ghosts in a temple—you’re not the first, but you’ll certainly be the one to die the fastest.”
Wang Song’s gaze turned razor-sharp.
“You really aren’t an ordinary person.”
“No kidding. My little sister is the best.”
Xiao Qingbei shouted.
But the moment he remembered that the man raised ghosts, he broke out in a cold sweat.
