Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

“My parents thought I had run away with Gao Lin, but actually I was trapped in that family’s house. Later, they found that Gao Lin was still in the village and realized that something had happened to me. So, while they were looking for me, that family and Gao Lin secretly murdered me. After I escaped, I tried to sneak down the mountain to report to the police, but I was caught and brought back. I thought the village chief would uphold justice for me, but it turned out that he was in cahoots with them and also persuaded me to become a sacrifice for the full moon.”

Speaking of this, Qin Ruolan shed tears of blood, filled with resentment, "I'm not reconciled! I'll not let them have their way. I'd rather die than give them the chance to have a son."

"So you hanged yourself?" Nangong Qian asked cautiously, her tone full of sympathy.

"Hmm." As if she had thought of something interesting, Qin Ruolan's wicked and mischievous side suddenly resurfaced.

"But I discovered that fate seemed to be on my side. Even after I died, I was still lingering in this village. I absorbed a large number of living souls and directly killed that family, Gao Lin!!! That bastard Gao Lin, he was the village chief's lackey! I couldn't kill him! I couldn't kill him! No, he just died! Died!! Hahaha!!!!"

Qin Ruolan laughed wildly, her shrill voice making Jing Li's ears uncomfortable. Nangong Qian covered her ears tightly, feeling unwell and experiencing a sudden headache.

"Quiet down!" Jing Li's unique voice was clear and pleasant, lingering in the air, leaving no room for doubt.

She led Nangong Qian back a few steps, worried that the little girl, being only mortal, might lose her mind from the noise. Jing Li's usually indifferent eyes showed a hint of impatience and indifference.

Qin Ruolan suddenly stopped speaking. Before the madness in her eyes could be withdrawn, a strange fear suddenly surged into her heart.

She looked at Jing Li, "Who exactly are you?"

Why did I feel a primal fear just now? This woman hadn't done anything.

"You don't need to know." Jing Li didn't even glance at Qin Ruolan, tugged at Nangong Qian behind her, her expression somewhat disgusted, but her tone somewhat helpless, "Look at you, such a thin and weak little girl, how come you're acting like a bull? Let go of me!"

Nangong Qian shook her head like a rattle drum.

“If she loses control later, I won’t be able to cast the spell, and you can just wait to be eaten by her!” Jing Li said in a serious tone, “Also, ghosts and monsters all have bad habits, and they won’t let you go.”

Qin Ruolan: "......"

They started chirping crickets right in front of me?

Nangong Qian's headache subsided, and she understood Jing Li's words. She raised her head, looking incredulous, and pouted aggrievedly: "You said before that you wouldn't let me die."

Her arms loosened, and Jing Li took the opportunity to pull her aside, touching the golden light emanating from her body.

In the blink of an eye, a chain of golden light instantly bound Qin Ruolan. Qin Ruolan's expression changed drastically, and as she aimed her head at Jing Li, she was immediately entangled by the golden light and unable to move.

Jing Li handed the other end of the golden chain to Nangong Qian, saying, "Take this, it's your golden light."

She had already helped Nangong Qian's village avert this great calamity, and by touching the golden light of merit, she was essentially receiving her reward. However, it would be better for Nangong Qian to keep the golden light herself, since using other people's merits would require spiritual energy to sustain her.

Nangong Qian was puzzled. She looked at the crazed Qin Ruolan, then at the other end of the chain, swallowed hard, and timidly took the chain. "My golden light?"

"Hmm." Jing Li didn't want to explain and stepped into the house. "Go to sleep first."

Nangong Qian backed away and pulled Qin Ruolan inside. She was afraid that if she carried Qin Ruolan on her back, she would be killed. Looking at the calm and composed person next to her, she braced herself and went into the house.

I spent a sleepless night, and then the scene unfolded in the morning.

I wonder when my older brother will find out she's here.

......

......

The capital city, the Nangong family.

The mansion boasts an exquisitely designed interior with a grand and imposing layout. The spacious and bright hall, adorned with a magnificent crystal chandelier, exudes opulence.

A middle-aged couple sat on a sophisticated black leather sofa, their brows furrowed. Not far away stood a beautiful, worried woman, looking extremely anxious. Several servants were dismissed and stood around them.

"Brother! Say something!" A beautiful woman in an exquisite haute couture cheongsam paced back and forth in the large living room.

"That bastard Feng'er, I'll definitely break his legs when he gets back." The beautiful woman was none other than Qiao Feng's mother, Nangong Shuyu.

The middle-aged man on the sofa had the imposing presence of a head of household, and even in his middle age, one could still tell how handsome he must have been in his youth.

He thought for a moment before slowly saying, "We'll talk about it when Qinghe comes back."

“But we don’t know how he is now. What if something happens to Feng’er? How am I supposed to live?” Nangong Shuyu said, tears welling up in her eyes. She looked like she was about to cry and began to blame him unreasonably, “Brother, if you, as his uncle, hadn’t failed to take good care of him, how could Feng’er have gone to such a dangerous place? Now we can’t even contact him by phone. How can you expect me to wait?”

The middle-aged woman on the sofa is dignified and beautiful, with a gentle and graceful demeanor.

Upon hearing this, she looked displeased, and her tone was somewhat reproachful: "Sister! Our Qian'er was also taken away by Feng'er. What's the use of you blaming us here? Besides, is it because we didn't take good care of Feng'er? It's all because you usually spoil him too much."

"Mind your own business! What's it to you?" Nangong Shuyu glared at Shui Muting and shouted, completely disregarding Shui Muting's feelings.

"Miss!"

"aunt."

The two sounds came out almost simultaneously.

Nangong Zheng, who is also Nangong Qian's father, raised his voice at this moment, seemingly somewhat displeased.

Another voice came from outside the door. The voice was deep and imposing, and the sense of authority immediately followed: "Aunt, Qiao Feng is your son, not our Nangong family's son, so this has nothing to do with Mom. But... if anything happens to Qianqian, I will definitely hold your Qiao family accountable."

Nangong Qinghe has deep and aloof features, smooth facial contours, and a perfectly handsome profile. Dressed in a military uniform, he exudes a strong sense of authority.

Nangong Shuyu's face turned pale with fear. She had always been afraid of this nephew. Since childhood, Nangong Qinghe had been very opinionated and sometimes so cold that it made people tremble. Now that he had grown up and become a soldier, he was even more aloof.

Nangong Zheng, sitting on the sofa, pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling helpless with his son. He spoke up at the right moment, "Qinghe, you can't be rude to your aunt."

Seeing her son defend her, Shui Muting felt a surge of warmth in her heart, and her eyes welled up with tears. Thinking of her daughter, her worries surged like a raging spring. "Qinghe, you said that my sister went to the government-banned mountain area several days ago, and we can't contact her now. I hope something has happened to her."