Rescuing the Villainous Boss with a Little Dirty Master

However, Xun Yu had no intention of letting him go. She raised her left hand and lightly tapped in the direction of Jiang Yuan'an. A wisp of black energy was drawn from his body, then slowly returned to Xun Yu's fingertip, and was finally absorbed completely.

She turned to look at Jiang Heng, her smile widening. "The show is about to begin."

Jiang Heng subconsciously sat up straight, shielding Qi Lan behind her, and fixed her gaze on Jiang Yuan'an.

Qi Lan lowered her eyes to look at the little devil blocking her way, her gaze softening. When she looked up again, her eyes held the same wariness as Jiang Heng's.

Xun Yu gave them a cold look. How could Xiao Yu like such a person? Someone who doesn't care about him is just an eyesore.

Noticing her gaze, 886 quickly reminded Jiang Heng, "Host, be careful, Xun Yu may have another trick up her sleeve."

"Okay, you keep an eye on her for me."

"Roger that!"

On the ground, Jiang Yuan'an felt his body lighten, as if something had been taken away. He lay there blankly, his mind blank for a moment.

About five minutes later, or perhaps even sooner, Jiang Yuan'an's body began to tremble, and then the trembling became more and more intense. He clung tightly to the ground, burying his head in his arms.

Just as Jiang Heng thought Xun Yu had used some kind of evil magic on him, she heard his sobbing. He seemed to be trying his best to hold back, occasionally letting out a sound, but finally he couldn't control himself and his crying grew louder and louder.

Jiang Heng watched as he repeatedly banged his head against the ground, the thuds echoing continuously. She managed to catch a few words: "Daddy was wrong," "Daddy deserves to die"...

Staring at Jiang Yuan'an's curled-up body on the ground, mechanically kowtowing and crying, Jiang Heng was somewhat stunned. He thought that he probably knew what Xun Yu meant by revenge.

Turning to look at Xun Yu, Jiang Heng found her face even more gloomy than before. Her hand, resting on the sofa, clenched tightly, making a harsh scratching sound on the leather. Looking down, Jiang Heng saw that on Jiang Yu's hand, the nails had grown wildly long, easily tearing the sofa cover.

Just as Jiang Heng was about to raise her hand to strike her with a wisp of yin energy, she saw her dart towards Jiang Yuan'an, grabbing him by the back of the neck and lifting him up, her sharp nails leaving deep bloody marks on the side of his neck.

Jiang Yuan'an's gaze suddenly rose, and Jiang Heng's figure came into view. He quickly lowered his head to avoid it, and more tears welled up in his eyes, streaming down his scarred face.

"Jiang Yuan'an, why don't you look at him? Isn't this your favorite child?"

Xun Yu pinched his chin, forcing him to face Jiang Heng directly.

Jiang Yuan'an's body began to tremble violently again. Jiang Heng's deathly pale skin, which did not belong to the living, constantly reminded him that his child was dead, killed by himself.

He yelled "Ah!" and his body burst forth with tremendous strength. He raised his hand, grabbed Xun Yu's wrist, and, despite the biting cold, twisted it with all his might.

While Xun Yu was stunned, he used his intact leg to support himself, turned around and tackled her to the ground, pinning her down firmly.

He gritted his teeth and glanced at Jiang Heng, "Xiao Heng, run!"

Xun Yu twisted his body on the ground, trying to break free from his restraints. Suddenly, the dark figure rushed out, enveloped Jiang Yuan'an, and buried its head in his body, biting and nibbling. Screams of agony came from Jiang Yuan'an's body.

Pain, pain I'd never felt before, the feeling of my soul being torn apart was akin to being slowly tortured while fully conscious. Jiang Yuan'an endured the pain and buried his head, biting hard into Xun Yu's carotid artery.

The stench filled his nostrils, but Jiang Yuan'an's grip tightened. Images of him personally pinning Jiang Heng to death on the snowy mountain flashed through his mind. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was contorted, giving the illusion that three evil spirits were fighting fiercely.

Jiang Heng looked at Qi Lan and said, "Let Qin Ying in."

He didn't want Jiang Yuan'an to die like this; death would be the easiest thing for him. Regardless of whether there were hidden reasons, Jiang Heng wanted him to spend the rest of his life repaying what he owed the original owner and Shen Yuan.

Qi Lan raised her hand and patted his shoulder, then took out her phone and sent the message she had already edited to Wang Zheng.

However, it wasn't Qin Ying who arrived first, but the old ghost. Jiang Heng was startled and floated straight towards him.

"Grandpa! What brings you here!"

"Hehe, are you surprised? Grandpa's here to help you."

Old Ghost smiled and patted Jiang Heng's head, then rushed towards the two ghosts and one person on the ground.

In an instant, the living room was filled with a chilling aura, and the temperature plummeted. Jiang Heng floated back to Qi Lan's side, put an arm around his waist, and quickly led him out of the Qi residence.

"Wait for me here. The yin energy inside is too heavy and will harm you. With that person here, I'll be fine."

After gently setting the person down, Jiang Heng quickly spoke and drifted back into the house. Old Ghost had helped him out of kindness; he couldn't just stand by and wait without a clear conscience.

Qi Lan watched him disappear quickly into the thick black mist, his expression growing even colder. He knew that waiting here would prevent him from becoming a burden.

At this moment, Wang Zheng, Zhou Qian, and Qin Ying also arrived. Seeing the soaring black mist, the lines between Qin Ying's brows deepened.

"I need to use magic to control this yin energy so that it won't harm Mr. Jiang or the person who just went in."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a stack of talismans from his pocket and threw them into the air. He quickly made hand seals and murmured something. The talismans then floated in the air and scattered in all directions, surrounding the entire Qi residence.

The leaking yin energy was trapped within the circle formed by the talisman.

Wang Zheng and Zhou Qian could not see the black mist, but Qin Ying's move truly astonished them.

When he came to his senses, Wang Zheng walked to Qi Lan's side and whispered, "Mr. Qin just said that a very powerful being came to help Mr. Jiang. That's why we're a step too late."

When Qi Lan's message arrived, the group had just gotten out of the car when Wang Zheng noticed that Qin Ying looked as if she were facing a formidable enemy. The air around the car seemed to have suddenly turned to winter, making him shiver.

Before anyone could ask, Qin Ying nodded into the air and bowed.

When he straightened up, the surrounding air warmed up again, and Qin Ying's expression relaxed a lot.

“Mr. Jiang’s helper has arrived. I probably won’t need to get involved in this matter.”

Even so, the three of them hurried over and just happened to see Jiang Heng bringing Qi Lan out.

Qi Lan nodded, his gaze fixed on the direction of the gate. Although the area was shrouded in yin energy, obscuring even the gate itself, he dared not look away for even a moment.

In the living room, Jiang Heng rushed in and saw that the dark figure had been reduced to a small fragment, lying on the floor like a rag. Meanwhile, Old Ghost was pulling Xun Yu out of Jiang Yu's body, having already pulled out a head.

Jiang Yuan'an lay unconscious to the side, his body still trembling slightly, as if he were suffering pain even in his unconscious state.

Jiang Heng: "???"

886: "???"

No, he was only gone for less than two minutes, right?