"Today is the day of the full moon, but Qiansui did not return to the underworld and is still staying with Su Yang." Hei Su covered his chest with his hands, dark red blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

"Thousand Years Old? The leader of the underworld messengers following Su Yang?"

Ni Sangwan looked grim, unable to accept the fact that this plan had been disrupted again, and roared, "Didn't you say that you could take advantage of today's full moon and use the remaining half of Su Huai's soul to get close to Su Yang and suck away all her luck? What do you mean now? Are you letting Su Yang survive again?"

"cough--"

Hei Su wanted to shout back angrily, but in his anger, the magic power that Qiansui just hit back at him hit his heart, and he vomited blood again.

Ni Sangwan was surprised, but immediately regained her composure. She knew better than anyone that Hei Su could not die now.

If he died, she would not be able to live.

They are now on the same boat.

"Hei Su, are you okay? What should we do now?" Ni Sangwan tried hard to calm his beating heart and tried his best to look worried.

Hei Su looked up at her, sneered, and ruthlessly pushed away her outstretched hand: "You won't die, Ni Sangwan, I warn you, you'd better restrain yourself. If you anger me, you know what will happen to you."

Ni Sangwan's face turned pale. She knew that although she had the biggest hold on Hei Su, she had already seen what a cruel and ruthless person Hei Su was.

In front of him, she was just a powerless mortal after all.

If he wanted to strangle her, it would be as easy as strangling an ant.

Moreover, he himself feeds on the luck of others. Although her gray luck is not as rare and precious as Su Yang's purple luck, it is also rare, and it is very much in line with his appetite for absorbing evil thoughts, luck and souls.

"Of course I understand. I just wanted Su Yang to die so badly that I lost my composure for a moment. After all, ordinary evil spirits can't hurt her at all. This time it was her father's soul, and with the help of the full moon, it still couldn't hurt her. Next time I want her to die and take away all her luck, I don't know when I'll have to wait."

Ni Sangwan did not let his demeanor fail. He still had that arrogant, elegant and disdainful attitude, and his words were full of annoyance and regret.

"Isn't there a saying in the human world? 'There is a long way to go, and you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.' Although Su Huai's soul is gone, there will always be a chance. Now that Su Huai is gone, Su Yang will definitely see the clues and suspect you."

"So what? The ring you gave her last time has already made her suspicious. I'm not afraid of her."

"You don't have to be afraid of her. You can't hurt her, and she naturally can't hurt you. But if Su Yang finds evidence of your cooperation with Su Huai, and is told that he gave it to Rong Zhan, what do you think will happen?"

Ni Sangwan paused, her heart trembling for no reason: "No way, how could she tell this to A-Zhan? No one would believe this kind of ghost metaphysics."

"Don't forget, why did the Rong family spend 1 billion to marry Su Yang? Wasn't it because of metaphysics?"

Ni Sangwan pursed her lips. Indeed, wasn’t the reason for the Rong and Su families’ marriage just for this?

If Rong Zhan knew about Su Yang's special ability, would he be able to accept that he also had this ability? Then... the fact that she used 500 million to buy Su Huai's soul must not be known by A Zhan.

In that case, A Zhan would not only be on guard against her, but might also dislike her.

"Then you should take good care of your injuries first. I have an announcement to make tomorrow, so I'll leave first. I'll take care of this matter." Ni Sangwan got up from the ground, turned around and picked up the bag on the sofa, and glanced at the sofa and carpet that he had stained red: "As for these, I'll have someone come over to take care of them tomorrow."

———

The next day at noon, when Su Yang woke up, he found a handsome figure sitting on the single sofa in the room. Unlike the shirt and suit he wore in the past, he was dressed very casually today, a simple casual white T-shirt and a pair of black pants.

He was sitting with his legs crossed, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, with a tablet on his legs, his index finger with distinct joints sliding across it.

Hearing the voice, Rong Zhan looked over, picked up the tablet on his lap, placed it on the round table next to him along with the coffee, and walked to the edge of the bed: "How do you feel? Did you sleep well? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Su Yang lowered his eyes and looked at the luck flowing through his body. It had stabilized and even recovered a little. His body was not as weak as it was last night.

"It's much better now." Su Yang curled her lips lightly and looked at his luck again.

There is no unusual change.

Sure enough, the spirit last night was coming for her.

What Chitose said is a very high possibility.

"Go wash up first? Mrs. Luo is preparing lunch."

Su Yang nodded, got up from the bed and was supported by Rong Zhan all the way to the bathroom door. Su Yang was a little amused and pulled his hand back: "I'm fine, no need for such special care."

"Your face was as white as a piece of paper yesterday, and you said you were fine. Stop being so stubborn and go in to wash up. I put your clothes in there ahead of time. After you wash up, come out to eat."

Rong Zhan snorted indifferently, his eyes lightly falling on her pretty fair face, his tone was cold and contained a sense of command that could not be refused.

The corners of Su Yang's lips curled up slightly, but she didn't refute his words. Instead, she went in to wash up obediently.

Because of the evil spirit yesterday, she went to bed without washing. Although she was in the air-conditioned room, she still felt a little uncomfortable.

When Su Yang came out again, she had a dry hair cap on her head, and she looked much more refreshed.

When she was holding the hair dryer and preparing to blow dry her hair, a dark shadow appeared from behind her, blocking her entire body. When she raised her eyes, the hair dryer that had just been plugged in was taken away.

Su Yang looked at the man above his head somewhat flattered: "Can you help me blow it?"

"Are there any problems?" Rong Zhan asked confidently, "Turn around."

"...No problem." Su Yang retracted his gaze and turned away.

She just felt that it was a little unexpected to let the president of Rong Yun Group do something like blow-drying her hair.

Soon, she heard the whirring sound of a hair dryer, and a broad and showy hand gently grabbed her hair, letting the hot air from the hair dryer pass through the layers of hair.

Su Yang is not a lazy person. On the contrary, he has been very self-disciplined since he was a child. He has no particular likes or dislikes for anything and always maintains a neutral attitude.

But the only things she really doesn't like are washing dishes and washing hair.

She hasn't washed dishes since she was taken back to the Su family.

The only thing I do is wash my hair. Due to my job, washing my hair is a common thing, at least once every two days. Over time, I become more and more disgusted with washing and blow-drying my hair.

Now having someone blow-dry her hair is really something she enjoys.

(End of this chapter)