Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Mud Ghost (Part 2)

When Sang Wanwan appeared, Sang Xueruo was slightly stunned. She quietly stepped behind the crowd and looked at her silently.

She was surprised to find that Sang Wanwan looked much better than in the photos posted by those people in the group.

Her skin was as white as cream, her face was rosy, her waist-length hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her words and actions were lazy and casual, exuding an indescribable charm.

Sang Wanwan is now more eye-catching than ever, like a pearl covered in dust that finally sees the light of day again.

How could this happen?

Sang Xueruo was a little absent-minded, her eyes fell on her without any concealment.

It was obvious that Sang Wanwan had been hated by everyone around her because of her overt and covert suppression, and she had become hysterical, sensitive and suspicious.

But the girl in front of him was so lively, confident, calm and composed. Obviously, she had been driven out of the Sang family.

It shouldn't be like this.

Sang Wanwan should be begging for forgiveness from her father and brothers like a madman. Or, her family of three should be physically weakened by the "little surprise" prepared by Senior Sister Yufei and her second brother.

But no, these things seemed to have no effect on Sang Wanwan.

When did things get out of her control? Sang Xuerou thought about it again and realized that Sang Wanwan had changed since she fell into the swimming pool and was hospitalized.

[“Wanwan, that human feeder named Sang Xuerou is peeking at you,”] the Lord God Space said excitedly, [She stared at your face eleven or two times, she must have bad intentions, such as wanting to destroy your appearance!]

Today it secretly picked up several novels about hegemony.

Wanwan is the protagonist in the novel, and Sang Xueruo is the vicious cannon fodder who gets slapped in the face because she is jealous of the protagonist. In the hegemony novel, Wanwan is the protagonist, and with this extremely smart AI as their strategist, they will definitely reach the top.

Sang Wanwan: "Xiaoshen, stop looking at the clutter and spend some time decorating my online store."

Main God Space: [“…Humph, none of your business.”]

Sang Wanwan slowly took out a talisman.

Everyone's attention was on her, wanting to see how she would find the entrance. When they saw her take out the talisman, their eyes moved away.

"Sang Wanwan, you are not trying to cheat me of my money, are you?" Song Mian stared at the talisman in her hand, frowning deeply.

It was indeed a talisman folded into a triangle, but its color was snow-white and it looked like it was made of ordinary white paper.

I've never seen anyone from Taoism use white paper to make talismans. Isn't this just treating her like a fish in the water?

"Are you making fun of us?" Song Ting's face was full of gloom, and his tone was cold. "I am not a member of the Sang family who will be soft-hearted to you. If my brother's treatment is delayed because of you, I will never let you go."

Song Ting is Song Qiyan's eldest brother, and one of the most talented young men in the Song family in terms of celestial master.

He also has another identity that only the core members of the Song family know: he is an intermediate player of the escape game.

[“Ahhh Wanwan, this arrogant fellow is a player of our escape game!”] The Lord God Space roared angrily, [“You bastard, you dare to disrespect the new Lord God, wait for your death!”]

Sang Wanwan: “…”

How many things had it seen behind her back these days? It used to be as calm as an old dog, but after coming to her world, its emotions became richer and richer.

Sang Xueruo lowered her head, her eyes flickering slightly.

"Sister, Brother Song, don't be angry," she whispered softly, "Wanwan is not that kind of person. She won't cheat you and won't make fun of you. If... she's not wrong. It's all my fault."

She was hesitant in her words and took all the blame on herself, as if Sang Wanwan was indeed cheating. At the end of her speech, she spoke in a low voice and looked at Sang Wanwan with eyes full of self-blame.

When Song Mian heard this, he immediately retorted: "What does Xue Rou's matter have to do with you? She is the one who is not upright."

Song Ting also spoke, his tone much softer: "This is none of your business."

Although the others didn't say anything, they were all somewhat skeptical of Sang Wanwan.

Song Mian looked at the guilt on Junior Sister's face and immediately remembered the evil things Sang Wanwan had done in the past. He glared at her with a cold face: "Sang Wanwan, I tell you..."

Sang Wanwan didn't even look at them. She flicked her fingers lightly and the triangle symbol in her hand stood in the air and ignited without any fire.

Afterwards, the disappeared villa gradually appeared before our eyes, with its door open outwards, as if silently welcoming everyone.

Sang Wanwan took out her cell phone, dialed the payment code and handed it to Song Mian: "Transfer money."

Song Mian was stunned for a few seconds, then stiffly scanned the code to pay. She looked up at the villa that appeared in front of her with a dull look of disbelief.

Sang Xuerou clenched her hands slightly, her heart dropping. How is this possible? How could Sang Wanwan really have such a skill?

Others: “…”

...Ah, this is quite embarrassing.

They are not novices. Over the years, they have followed their predecessors or led their own teams to deal with many ordinary supernatural events and the realm of the dead.

It is precisely because of this that they know how difficult it is to find the entrance to the late intermediate undead realm. Sometimes it takes them ten days or half a month to find it.

However, at this moment, right in front of their eyes, someone used an ordinary-looking talisman and found the entrance in less than half a minute.

When they thought of the ordinary talisman that had just been rejected, their hearts were filled with warmth.

Sang Wanwan counted the money on the account and confirmed that it was one million. She put away her phone contentedly and walked into the villa as if she was strolling leisurely.

Everyone reacted, put aside all their thoughts, and followed him into the villa.

After stepping through the door of the villa, the experienced people knew that this was a "strange" space belonging to the Undead Lord. Although it looked exactly the same as the previous villa, the layout inside was completely different.

Their faces were full of caution, and they took every step carefully.

Very strange.

They walked for such a long time without hearing any sound. There was a faint smell of earth floating in the air, and there was a stuffy and suffocating feeling.

Soon, everyone came to a fork in the road and knew they had to act separately.

Song Ting always had a bad feeling in his heart. He looked at the handsome man beside him, who looked like an ancient scholar, and said, "Can you help me calculate whether my brother is still alive?"

The Song family has always acted in a high-profile manner, and Song Ting is the best among them.

He asked politely this time, firstly because Rong Qing was good at fortune-telling, and secondly because the Song family had been trying to win over Rong Qing secretly.

Rong Qing shook his head, frowning slightly: "I calculated it in the car when I came here, but there was no result."

Han Xiuyan walked directly to Sang Wanwan and asked, "Is my cousin Han Zheng still alive?"

When the others saw his action, surprise flashed across their faces, thinking that he was being too concerned.

Even though Sang Wanwan had potions that could clear resentment and powerful talismans, the skill of fortune-telling depended on natural talent.

Sang Wanwan yawned: "For this matter, I..."

Han Xiuyan was very sensible, "One hundred thousand for answering one question."

"...Of course I know." Sang Wanwan changed the subject.

She was extremely satisfied when she received the 100,000 yuan transfer from Han Xiuyan.

The quality of these customers is good, and they are all eager to give us money.

Sang Wanwan said gently: "Don't worry, your brother is doing well now, and his friends are fine too."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait." Song Ting caught up with her in a few steps and said stiffly, "Where's my brother?"

Sang Wanwan glanced at him and handed the payment code to him.

Song Ting suppressed his displeasure and transferred the money over.

After receiving the money, Sang Wanwan said perfunctorily: "I'm still alive." It's just that my life is worse than death.

She left immediately after saying that.

…

This trip was a good harvest. She earned 1.2 million just by speaking a few words. Once she can recruit new free labor, she can go home.

Wherever Sang Wanwan stepped on, the squirming soil on the ground scattered in all directions as if it was running for its life.

Main God Space: [“Wanwan, someone is following you. It’s the feeder named Sang Xuerou.”]

"Um."

Sang Wanwan turned around and changed direction. Finally, she stopped by the lake.

Actually, it is not a lake.

Sang Wanwan glanced at the lake and saw that the thick red mud was bubbling like water.

"Wanwan."

The usual gentle voice came over.

Sang Xueruo walked up to her and said angrily, "You haven't been home for half a month."

Sang Wanwan raised her eyelids and glanced at her lazily.

"Dad and my brothers prepared a birthday party for us." Sang Xueruo said happily.

When her eyes fell on Sang Wanwan's pretty face, the jealousy in her heart could not be suppressed.

Now things are really beyond her control. Thinking of the medicine that can clear away resentment in Sang Wanwan's hand and the strange talisman just now, she guessed that Sang Wanwan, like her, was accepted as a disciple by the Xuanmen.

Since we can't kill Sang Wanwan directly, let's just return everything to its original position.

As long as Sang Wanwan returns to the Sang family, she can still quietly lead the people around her to isolate her, hate her, and attack her as she did before.

If she could crush Sang Wanwan once, she could destroy her mentally a second time.

"Wanwan," Sang Xuerou said, "move back home. Dad and your brothers are soft-hearted and they are worried about you."

Sang Wanwan thought to herself, it seemed that she didn't take the words he said to her when he choked her in the hospital last time to heart at all.

“They all thought I pushed you into the pool,” she sighed.

Hearing what Sang Wanwan said, Sang Xueruo smiled.

She knew that her father and brothers would always be Sang Wanwan's weak points.

"Don't worry," Sang Xuerou said softly, "I have already explained this matter to them clearly. I jumped into the swimming pool because I was upset. You didn't push me."

Sang Wanwan waved her hands, "That's not necessary."

As she spoke, she raised her foot and kicked hard.

“Boom!”

Sang Xueruo was kicked into the lake.

Sang Wanwan stood on the shore and looked at her terrified face. "No need to explain, because I was the one who kicked you into the water."

the other side.

Song Ting and his companions walked for a few minutes, and the main building of the villa gradually appeared in the distance.

There was music and noisy conversation coming from inside, the lights were on and people were coming and going, it was very lively, it was clearly a private party.

The expressions of several people became more alert.

Han Xiuyan said: "Something is wrong, everyone please be careful."

“Ahhhh!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a shrill scream was heard.

"Hehe, don't worry, we will take good care of you and guarantee that our skills are better than your husband's."

"Hahaha, I've never played with a pregnant woman before. It should be fun, right?"

"You'll know whether it's fun or not in a moment. Everyone gets a share."

…

These words were clearly heard by everyone. The content of the words made Song Mian's face change drastically and she felt severe physical discomfort.

"Ahhh, you rubbish, open your dog eyes and see clearly who I am! Let me go, let me go! I'm going to kill you!"

Everyone was stunned; they were very familiar with this voice.

Several people looked in the direction of the sound.

Song Qiyan was grabbed by the back of his collar by one of his cronies, and was roughly pressed to the ground and dragged forward. His legs were already rubbed bloody.

What’s even more frightening is that his belly is bulging like that of a pregnant woman in her seventh or eighth month.

While Song Qiyan was struggling desperately, he saw Song Ting and his men. His distorted face showed ecstasy: "Brother, save me, save me quickly, brother! Kill them, kill these bastards!"