Shocking! A haughty and arrogant older sister was relentlessly pinned against a wall by a cold and a

[This angelic brother is so kind-hearted, I'm totally smitten!]

[Oops! The screen went black! Director, come out quick, I need to spend more money to extend the runtime!]

[Daddy! I haven't had enough of admiring Brother Ye's stunning good looks yet!]

Suddenly, the photographer fainted, and Cheng Ai and Zhong Zheyi vanished into thin air.

Ye Jingke stared wide-eyed, somewhat incredulous. The spot on his arm where he had been grabbed was still warm, but the person was nowhere to be found.

"Ai Ai? Zhe Yi?"

He panicked and shouted twice to no avail, so he ran to the photographer's side to check his breathing. He was relieved to find that he had just fainted and was not in any danger.

They rushed upstairs and into the restaurant, only to find the situation exactly as before: the two photographers were lying unconscious on the floor, photos were scattered all over the place, and the four guests were nowhere to be seen.

Ye Jingke was extremely anxious and searched the castle thoroughly, but found nothing.

He stood alone in the center of the restaurant, his fists clenched, a gloomy look in his eyes.

What went wrong? They can't contact the outside world by phone, the photographer is unconscious, the guests have mysteriously disappeared, but why are they all unharmed? Is it a coincidence?

Ye Jingke opened the window, and a cold wind rushed in, dispelling the anxiety and frustration in his heart.

He took a deep breath, tilted his head slightly, gazed at the bright full moon, and fell into deep thought.

It was only four in the afternoon, but the moon was already high in the sky. It seemed that those evil spirits were not going to let the matter rest.

Unbeknownst to him, Ye Jingke's eyes became unfocused, his consciousness blurred, and his body swayed precariously, as if he might fall at any moment.

Just then, he felt a warmth in his chest, and he felt a surge of energy, regaining his senses.

The jade hairpin flew out on its own, floated above the dining table, and disappeared into Cheng Ai's solo photo.

Suddenly, the full moon sprouted many filamentous substances that wrapped around Ye Jingke's waist and pulled him outward forcefully.

He was suddenly dragged away, and when he came to his senses, he was slowly moving away from the window and floating in mid-air.

"Damn it!" Ye Jingke cursed, pressing the button on his left wristwatch. A thin, long chain with a hook shot out and snagged on the edge of the windowsill.

This is a multi-functional high-tech self-defense product that he customized after returning to the Ye family. From the outside, it looks almost the same as an ordinary watch, but inside it is equipped with not only a dagger and a very tough alloy chain, but it can also be positioned and assembled into a small pistol.

Ye Jingke gripped the chain tightly with both hands, and the filamentous substance tightened its grip, trying to tear the person off alive.

He gritted his teeth and persevered, veins bulging on his forehead and blood seeping from his palms, but he still did not give up, because he knew that once he let go, he would face utter ruin.

Just as Ye Jingke was about to give up, his eyes lit up, and he quickly pulled out a talisman and threw it out.

Instantly, the talisman emitted a dazzling blue light, forcing the filamentous object back. The object suddenly lost its balance and crashed violently into the wall.

Ye Jingke took advantage of the moment to push off with both feet, leap into the air, and land steadily on the windowsill. He then jumped down, retrieved the chain, ran to the dining table, picked up the photo, and examined it carefully.

Before going downstairs to record a variety show, Cheng Ai left behind six talismans and a jade hairpin, fearing for her safety. The space talisman had been stuck in her inner pocket, but it had just expired. Now, only four defensive talismans remained, and the jade hairpin had miraculously fallen into the photo and merged with it.

Ye Jingke gently poked the object twice with his hand, his brows furrowed. For some reason, a voice in his heart kept telling him that the guest was hiding inside.

He was safe and sound, probably because of the jade hairpin, but he would rather be in danger than be with Cheng Ai.

But how can such a thin sheet of photographic paper be inserted?

Ye Jingke tentatively stuck a talisman on Cheng Ai's solo photo, and then he was pulled away by a huge suction force.

He felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and then he found himself in a strange place.

The place was dimly lit, shrouded in thick fog, and filled with a damp, rotten smell that made one want to vomit.

As Ye Jingke walked, he looked around. The trees were tall and the weeds were overgrown. The ground was uneven and full of potholes, and he could easily slip and fall.

He took careful steps, feeling uneasy but not daring to let his guard down.

Ye Jingke knew he was in the photo, but Cheng Ai didn't seem to be there. He desperately wanted to get out, but he couldn't find an exit and couldn't escape.

After an unknown amount of time, a muffled hissing sound rang out.

He crept closer and eventually hid behind a tree trunk not far from the source of the sound, secretly spying on it.

Through the gaps in the layers of leaves, one could vaguely see a huge bird fumbling among the branches.

It is entirely black, covered in scales, with crimson eyes, a large and sharp mouth, and a thick, whip-like tail with a hook-like appendage at the end, making it look quite terrifying.

However, Ye Jingke's attention was not on the bird, but on the graceful figure on the ground constantly waving the peach wood sword.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the large bird suddenly flapped its wings and swooped down, its sharp claws scratching fiercely, breaking the peach wood sword instantly, and Cheng Ai was also thrown away by the force.

Just as she was about to fall to the ground, Ye Jingke was startled and quickly rushed out to catch her. They rolled together into the grass and didn't stop for quite a while.

Cheng Ai lay in his arms, panting heavily, her cheeks slightly flushed, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes filled with shock.

Just as Ye Jingke was about to speak, he heard a sharp whooshing sound coming from afar. Without even thinking, he knew it was a large bird.

His pupils contracted, he pushed Cheng Ai away, rolled to his feet, grabbed the tree trunk with his right hand, and swung out the chain with his left hand, binding the bird's neck and pulling it to the side and back, forcing it to lose its balance.

Cheng Ai murmured two sentences with her four fingers together, and the blue jade hairpin emerged from the bird's abdomen and flew back into her hand.

Some time ago, she was listening intently to Zhong Zheyi speak, but before she knew it, her surroundings had changed.

In an instant, she realized she was in another dimension. Without thinking, she immediately used her peach wood sword to slash twice at the sky, but unfortunately, it had no effect and instead attracted a large bird.

Thinking of the sand sculptures in the desert, Cheng Ai guessed that they were very likely the key to returning to the ancient castle, so she took out the talisman without hesitation and fought with it.

At first she could barely hold on, but the more she fought, the more exhausted she became. With no other option, she had to recall the jade hairpin and insert it into its soft belly.

They thought it would be a fatal blow, but to their surprise, the bird was not only unharmed, but became even more frenzied.

Thunder talismans, water talismans, explosive talismans, jade hairpins, and peach wood swords all had no effect, so Cheng Ai decided to try fire attacks.

While Ye Jingke was helping to restrain her, she quickly threw out a fire talisman.

In an instant, flames soared into the sky, the large bird cried out in agony, and its tail thrashed wildly, carving furrows into the ground.

Ye Jingke's arm could not withstand the tearing pain it caused, and his face turned pale with pain.

Cheng Ai pressed her advantage, driving the jade hairpin to strike the bird's heart. At the same time, she recalled the broken peach wood sword, transforming it into two short spears, which she then plunged into the bird's head and neck.

"Gaga gaga...gag gaga..."

A piercing scream echoed through the sky. Ye Jingke put away the chains, returned to Cheng Ai's side, grasped her shoulders and looked her up and down, his concern in his eyes undisguised. "Are you alright?"