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

Arrows continued to fly wildly, and Zhong Zheyi dodged left and right, luckily avoiding new injuries.

Hao Jian could only stand there screaming, powerless to resist. Song Yifei tried to kick the door to escape, but failed and was shot in both legs, unable to move.

Before Cheng Ai could finish drawing her talisman, an arrow came straight for her head. Ye Jingke released the puppet, swung the chain around her waist, and pulled her to his side.

Caught off guard by two arrows, he quickly shook off Cheng Ai, stomped on the ground with both feet, stepped on the arrows aimed at Zhong Zheyi, and leaped upwards.

He grabbed the chandelier with both hands, twisted it, used the momentum to flip over, threw the empty pistol, knocked away one of the arrows, and then grabbed the other, throwing it at the arrow that was about to hit Cheng Ai.

The jade hairpin was shot away by the puppet's gun barrel, and the chandelier, old and dilapidated, could not support the weight of an adult man and broke after a few wobbles.

Taking advantage of the moment of descent, Ye Jingke kicked out, and the jade hairpin changed its trajectory, hitting the puppet's forehead with a "bang".

Cheng Ai finished drawing the talisman. She chanted a few incantations, and a blue halo with runes quickly formed on the roof. In just a moment, it sealed the puppet.

Ye Jingke landed smoothly and received Cheng Ai's gaze. He gripped the jade hairpin and pressed it down hard.

"Ah ah ah..."

A painful howl rang out, and the puppet raised its left arm, trying to draw the bow. But Ye Jingke wouldn't give it that chance. He grabbed the string of the crystal bow with his other hand and pulled it back with all his might.

The puppet, of course, refused to give up easily and frantically tried to hook back with the gun barrel.

With a pull and a tug, the string dug into Ye Jingke's flesh, and blood slowly flowed out, dripping onto the crystal bow.

Cheng Ai was a little anxious, but dared not move. Her spiritual power was insufficient and she was feeling unwell. If she forced herself to form hand seals, the current sealing technique might not be able to be maintained.

Just then, Zhong Zheyi ran towards the puppet and forcefully pried off its left arm.

Ye Jingke released the string, gripped the jade hairpin with both hands, gritted his teeth, and cut downwards with force. The puppet was instantly cut in two, scattering into powder and dissipating into the air, leaving only a bloodstained crystal bow.

Cheng Ai's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground. Ye Jingke wiped the blood from his hands on his pants, helped her up, and frowned as he asked, "Are you alright?"

The two photographers were already unconscious, and their equipment was scattered all over the ground.

Hao Jian, riddled with five arrows and covered in blood, reached out to Cheng Ai, pleading in pain, "Xiao Ai, it hurts so much, please save me."

Song Yifei crawled to her feet and pitifully said, "Sister Xiao Ai, I still want to dance in the future, I can't live without legs, please help me."

Cheng Ai glanced at it indifferently, pursed her lips, and remained silent.

Although her jade hairpin could heal wounds, she couldn't use it for charity. They were all human, so why was Zhong Zheyi unharmed?

She sighed softly and shook her head slightly. "I don't know how to treat injuries. You should find a doctor."

The cabinet door opened by itself, and Ye Jingke picked up Cheng Ai around the waist and walked out.

But just as they reached the door, the crystal bow left behind by the puppet suddenly emitted a dazzling purple light.

Then, it trembled a few times, floated into the air, and hovered directly in front of him.

Ye Jingke and Cheng Ai exchanged a glance, both noticing a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

Perhaps the crystal bow was getting impatient, for it circled the two of them a few times before finally transforming into a ray of purple light and entering Ye Jingke's chest.

Startled, Cheng Ai disregarded her stomach pain and jumped down to pull open his clothes, staring intently at his chest.

The purple light vanished in an instant. She raised her hand to gently touch it, then looked up and asked, "How do you feel?"

Ye Jingke carefully examined the sensation and then shook his head.

Cheng Ai focused her mind slightly and infused a wisp of spiritual energy into her fingertip. "And now?"

Ye Jingke closed his eyes, and an invisible warmth spread through his skin to his limbs and bones. Apart from that, there was nothing else unusual. "My body feels warm, that's all."

Cheng Ai, still feeling uneasy, injected spiritual energy into him a few more times. Ye Jingke decisively picked her up, walked out of the closet, and left the room.

Zhong Zheyi didn't follow. He first checked on the photographer's condition, helped Hao Jian and Song Yifei remove the arrows, then tore his short-sleeved shirt into strips and gave the two simple bandages before running to the next room.

As soon as he appeared, Cheng Baoni shouted as if she had seen a savior, "Zheyi, save me! After we get out, I'll give you all the resources!"

Wu Xu, not to be outdone, growled in a hoarse voice, "Little Zhong, I'll give you the position of abbot of Baili Temple, just please save my life!"

Zhong Zheyi gave a perfunctory smile, picked up a chair in each hand, and smashed it at the ice sculpture.

Two loud bangs rang out. The ice was intact, but the chair was broken.

He sighed softly, left with a "sorry," and hurriedly departed.

Cheng Baoni and Wu Xu were stunned. They were just leaving so easily? Weren't they going to give it another try?

When Zhong Zheyi found Ye Jingke, the latter was standing at the door of Cheng Ai's bedroom. Hearing the noise, he turned around and asked, "What's the situation? Has anyone died?"

“No.” He answered heavily, then added in detail, “Wu Xucheng and Bao Ni are trapped in ice, Hao Jian and Song Yifei are badly injured but conscious, two of the three photographers are unconscious, and the other one is motionless, as if he is being controlled.”

After a moment's thought, Ye Jingke told him to stay there while he went to find Zhao Nan and get the things.

When he returned, Cheng Ai rushed up to him anxiously, "Why didn't you tell me you had something to do? If Zheyi hadn't been there, I would have been scared to death."

Each guest's bedroom has emergency supplies. After she finished showering and dealing with her own problems, she came out and, not seeing Ye Jingke, decided to go look for him.

Fortunately, Zhong Zheyi stopped me and explained the reason, so I didn't go.

But thinking of the purple light that had entered his body, Cheng Ai was really worried, fearing that something might happen to him.

Ye Jingke chuckled and ruffled her hair, handing her a bottle of mineral water and medicine. "Take a painkiller, and your stomach won't hurt anymore."

Cheng Ai stared intently at the black bag in his hand, a look of confusion on her face.

Ye Jingke scratched his head awkwardly, afraid of being misunderstood, and quickly explained, "It's full of yellow paper, just in case."

Cheng Ai instantly understood what he meant, caught it, and turned to go back to her room.

The production team had a doctor on board, and Ye Jingke was also busy, joining Zhong Zheyi and the staff to treat the guests together.

After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Ai finally brought the talisman down. The two unconscious photographers were out of danger and were taken back to the studio.

Song Yifei had difficulty standing, but she could still manage. Hao Jianzhong and Zheyi's wounds were all treated with medicine and were fine.

Zhao Nan knew Cheng Ai's abilities, but since his boss was Ye Jingke, he didn't dare to ask about the next arrangements without permission. "Mr. Ye, will the show continue recording?"

Before he could finish speaking, Hao Jian roared, "We're already in this state, and you're still thinking about making money?"

It was rare for Song Yifei to be on his side, and she echoed him repeatedly, "He's right, it's your business if you don't want to live, but don't drag us down with you!"