He had personally witnessed the power of the old tree's talismanic water, and he had also seen a mysterious person who could transform from a crow into human form.
This suspicion only added to the sense of dread.
He subconsciously touched his body.
"Is...is there something wrong?"
Jiang Qingwan shook her head seriously.
"I can't see it, but it could kill you. You've wronged me, but we were once husband and wife. This is all I can do."
She reached out to pull the door open.
Suddenly a cold wind swept in.
Qin Minglang, who was eager to get to the bottom of things, also noticed it. His heart tightened, and he subconsciously turned his head.
Then a familiar figure appeared in the room at some point, the black veil almost touching the ground, still obscuring the face.
He was extremely panicked.
Jiang Qingwan pointed at the dark figure and exclaimed in surprise.
"It's him!"
Qin Minglang felt a chill run down his spine.
"You know him?"
Jiang Qingwan glared at him anxiously.
"How could I possibly know him? You must know him. The bad things about you come from him, and I can see them."
Qin Minglang's suspicions were instantly confirmed, and his heart pounded.
The mysterious man suddenly raised his hand, and a red-eyed black raven flew out from his palm, cawing as it charged forward.
Qin Minglang felt a sharp pain in his head, and his whole body swayed.
The next moment, a familiar, rough voice rang out coldly.
"She must die. No one else can know what happened between us!"
"ah!"
A scream came from behind him, as if her hand had grabbed his collar.
"Help me."
Amidst the chaotic images and sounds, Qin Minglang's entire being was in turmoil.
He tensed up and spoke instinctively.
"Don't kill her. She doesn't know anything."
The mysterious figure suddenly appeared in front of him, reaching his hand from beside his ear to behind him.
"Click"
That's the sound of a neck being crushed.
The sound clearly reached his ears, and Qin Minglang's whole body stiffened, a chill running down his spine.
He seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move at all.
An endless fear descended, but even more so, an unquenchable anger.
He seemed to see the twisted corpse of the beautiful Jiang Qingwan.
The next moment, the corpse's face became his.
The mysterious voice continued.
"Our secrets must not be known to anyone. Anyone who knows will die. If you can't bear to do that, you'll be the one who dies!"
Qin Minglang clenched his hands tightly.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
He kept explaining.
“I didn’t tell her about the plan, I didn’t say anything.”
The same ghostly words echoed in his ears again and again.
"If she doesn't die, you will!"
"If she doesn't die, you will!"
...
Qin Minglang's eyes gradually turned bloodshot.
He cannot die.
He has a bright future ahead of him.
As long as power remains in their hands, there will be a second or third Jiang Qingwan in the future.
He went completely mad, when suddenly a sharp pain shot through his arm.
His vision blurred, and he was shocked to find himself gripping Jiang Qingwan's neck with force.
The warmth and struggle in his palm made him realize that Jiang Qingwan was not dead, and he was so frightened that he quickly let go.
Jiang Qingwan held up the bloodstained hairpin, panting heavily.
"You have just entered an illusion!"
"What?"
Qin Minglang was in a state of confusion. His face was pale as he took two steps back, not even caring about the injury on his arm. He just looked around in a panic.
That mysterious person is long gone.
Jiang Qingwan threw the hairpin on the ground, still unable to hide her fear as she covered her neck.
"Qin Minglang, the illusion originated from your inner demons, all because you have been tainted by something bad. You should take care of yourself."
After saying that, she opened the door and left in a hurry.
This time, Qin Minglang did not pursue.
He was still immersed in the fear brought about by the illusion he had just experienced.
Inside the carriage parked in the alley behind the teahouse,
Qing Sui had already taken off her long black veil. Looking at the conspicuous pinch marks on Jiang Qingwan's neck, she frowned, took out some wound medicine from her bosom, and handed it over.
"Do we really have to use this method? Just arrest them and torture them severely, and we'll get nothing out of them."
Jiang Qingwan couldn't see the exact location of the injury.
She slightly raised her face and handed the wound medicine back.
"You help me apply it."
Qing Sui looked at her calloused hands, then at Jiang Qingwan's smooth, white skin.
He muttered something in a low voice, sounding annoyed.
"Don't blame me if it hurts."
Jiang Qingwan smiled, ignoring that question, but answered her previous question instead.
"Catching and beating them up isn't out of the question, but if the snake gets scared, how am I supposed to catch it?"
Qingsui was puzzled.
"You made me appear in the private room wearing those clothes and then swung a palm at Qin Minglang from a distance, and he suddenly went crazy. What exactly happened?"
To draw people into an illusion, a physical object is needed as a trigger.
Jiang Qingwan instructed Qing Sui to imitate the image of the person controlling the black crows in the culvert. If Qin Minglang was truly backed by this person, he would surely enter the illusion; otherwise, he would definitely attack Qing Sui.
It turned out that Qin Minglang was indeed plotting something with this person.
Today's performance was not just a test, but also a way to plant a seed of doubt in Qin Minglang's heart.
Only when the snipe and the clam fight each other will she have a better chance to uncover the person behind the scenes and find the truth about "suppressing the demon".
"Ouch, that hurts a little."
She frowned slightly, her already beautiful peach blossom eyes misting over, shimmering and captivating.
Even though Qinghui was a woman, her heart couldn't help but beat faster the moment they made eye contact.
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