Severing ties with family to marry the young marshal, his whole family chases me to the crematorium.

"coming!"

Shen Qingyao's voice was low and deep, and Si Jingnian could even hear the murderous intent in her tone.

The moment the opera music started, the major generals turned pale with fright, clung tightly to each other, and kept glancing around, afraid that something might suddenly appear beside them.

They didn't usually live in the military camp, so they had never personally heard such a strange sound before.

They hadn't originally intended to come tonight, but since Si Jingnian was there, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and go with him.

Ye Liangchen, standing to the side, was also frightened, his face turning pale. He kept swallowing nervously, trying to calm himself down.

Si Jingnian's face was gloomy and his brows were furrowed, clearly indicating that he was also very scared, but he was obviously much better off than the others.

Shen Qingyao had no time to pay attention to them; all her attention was focused on the strange opera singing.

As the singing grew louder, a stage suddenly appeared out of thin air not far away.

On the stage, a woman in theatrical costume was singing the opera with small, precise steps.

The woman's face was deathly pale, with two lines of bloody tears streaming down her face. Only the whites of her eyes remained, with not a single eyeball visible.

Her costume was tattered and stained with blood, and one of her legs was bent in a strange position, as if it had been broken.

This sudden scene terrified the major generals, causing their lips to tremble uncontrollably and them to stumble back several steps, their legs trembling with fear.

Ye Liangchen glanced at the retreating people, his eyes filled with curses, and then he also desperately urged his legs to retreat.

Ye Liangchen: You bunch of disloyal guys, can you take me with you when you retreat?

Shen Qingyao watched the stage with great interest, and instead of being afraid, she even took a few steps forward.

Si Jingnian tried to reach out and grab her hand but missed. After hesitating for a moment, he decisively followed behind Shen Qingyao.

Shen Qingyao noticed Si Jingnian following her and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"What are you doing here? They're all backing away in fear, aren't you scared?"

Upon hearing this, Si Jingnian swallowed hard and shook his head, forcing himself to remain calm.

“You are a master; it’s safer to stay with you than with them.”

From Si Jingnian's slightly trembling voice and his clenched fists, Shen Qingyao could tell that he was actually terrified, but he was just good at pretending.

Shen Qingyao couldn't help but laugh. She never expected that Si Jingnian could be so stubborn, which she found hilarious.

Seeing Shen Qingyao smile, Si Jingnian actually wanted to smile too, but he couldn't manage a smile no matter how many times he tried to smile, which only made Shen Qingyao want to smile even more.

Perhaps realizing that the current situation was not suitable for joking, Shen Qingyao stopped mocking Si Jingnian and took out the jade pendant she had brought from the Shen family from her bag.

"Here! This jade pendant can protect you, and demons and monsters won't be able to get close to you. You don't need to follow me, otherwise I won't be able to use my skills properly."

Si Jingnian took the jade token in a daze, and before he could refuse, Shen Qingyao had already darted out in a few steps.

Helpless, Si Jingnian could only stand there and watch Shen Qingyao, one hand tightly gripping the jade pendant and the other holding a pistol, his eyes fixed on Shen Qingyao, so that he could rush to her immediately if anything happened to her.

At this moment, although Si Jingnian knew that the pistol posed no threat to that thing, only this weapon, which he carried year-round, could give him some confidence.

On the other side, Shen Qingyao walked a few steps to the bottom of the stage, her eyes sharply fixed on the woman who was still singing.

"You didn't sing well, sing it again."

Shen Qingyao's words made the opera singer stop. She slowly turned around, and although she had no eyes, Shen Qingyao could feel that she was staring straight at her.

"What did you say?"

The woman's voice was cool and melancholic, with a slight theatrical tone.

I said, "Your singing is not good, sing it again."

Shen Qingyao stared directly into the woman's eyes without fear, her gaze sharp, but her words carried a hint of mockery and provocation, much like a rogue deliberately stirring up trouble.

"Then why don't you teach me to sing, sir?"

The woman's voice was melodious at first, but when she said the last few words, it suddenly rose in pitch and became a piercing hiss.

The group of people who had already retreated far away were so frightened by the shout that they huddled together tightly, some even closing their eyes and silently chanting Amitabha.

Si Jingnian was standing quite close, and when he heard the sound, he found it jarring. He couldn't help but squat down and cover his ears, his face contorted in pain.

Shen Qingyao remained calmly standing below the stage, coldly watching the woman, showing no discomfort whatsoever.

The next moment, the woman disappeared from her spot and instantly appeared in front of Shen Qingyao, her pale and terrifying face only about ten centimeters away from Shen Qingyao's face.

Shen Qingyao had long expected her to suddenly appear in front of her, but she did not expect her to be so close.

A pungent stench emanated from her mouth, as if a sewer had exploded, and Shen Qingyao almost vomited from the stench.

Seeing this scene from not far away, Si Jingnian's heart skipped a beat. He had just gotten up and was about to run towards Shen Qingyao when he saw that Shen Qingyao had already made the first move.

Shen Qingyao frowned, enduring the stench, and swung the copper coin sword in her hand, slashing fiercely at the woman.

The woman instantly distanced herself from Shen Qingyao, then grinned.

Only then did Shen Qingyao dare to breathe heavily, and she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of saliva in disgust.

"Did you eat a dead rat? It stinks so bad. Aren't you afraid of driving away all your guests with the smell when you sing like that?"

The woman who was just laughing immediately changed her expression upon hearing Shen Qingyao's words, and her aura turned fierce.

"What did you say? You stinking Taoist priest, I'll make sure you don't leave here alive today. I'll capture your soul and tie it to the stage so you can listen to my opera every day."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman vanished from the spot. Upon seeing this, Shen Qingyao gripped the talisman and copper coin sword in her hand tightly, remaining vigilant at all times.

Soon, Shen Qingyao noticed something behind her, so without turning her head, she made hand seals and chanted incantations, then turned around and threw the talisman away.

A series of cracking sounds rang out, followed by a woman's screams.

The woman's whereabouts disappeared again in the next moment. Shen Qingyao carefully sensed her surroundings, and then once again made a hand seal, chanted an incantation, and threw the talisman in one go.

The crackling sound of explosions rang out again, forcing the woman to reveal herself, her eyes fixed fiercely on Shen Qingyao.

"How about that? I told you your singing wasn't good, so I'm making you sing it again. Do you accept it?"

Although Shen Qingyao's tone was playful, the wariness in her eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"You stinking Taoist priest, why do you have to meddle in other people's business!"

The woman's voice sounded ethereal and distant, her tone filled with resentful bitterness.

"You've already said I'm a stinking Taoist priest, so isn't it only natural for me to arrest you? Besides, you're being manipulated by evil people and have taken lives, so I should eliminate you even more!"

Shen Qingyao gradually abandoned her nonchalant attitude, her expression becoming serious and earnest, her tone filled with murderous intent.