Chapter 47 Peony Soul's Betrayal
"The enmity between us is now wiped clean." Madam Yin looked down at the woman before her, her eyes devoid of emotion.
The woman struggled to her feet and curtsied to Madam Yin, saying, "Thank you for your magnanimity, Madam."
Madam Yin turned to Shao Yanzhe and said, "Let's go."
Shao Yanzhe nodded and followed behind her. After walking for a while, he noticed something strange behind him, turned around and saw the woman from before following him at a distance.
He glanced at Madam Yin walking ahead, and seeing that she didn't seem to intend to drive the woman away, he pretended not to see her.
He was led by Madam Yin, and the journey that would normally take less than two days was completed in just one hour, bringing him to the ruined mansion.
Madam Yin stopped outside the mansion and turned to look at the woman following behind her.
The woman flinched and said, "I want to ask him where he hid my son."
Shao Yanzhe seemed to be deep in thought, wondering if the son the woman mentioned could be Leng Zhijie.
He looked at Madam Yin, wondering where she had put Leng Zhijie.
Madam Yin had also thought of this. She pursed her lips and stepped into the courtyard.
As soon as you step into the courtyard, the abandoned house instantly changes, reverting to its original state.
They continued on their way until they arrived at the garden where the dry well where Shen Qiongzhi's body had been dumped was located.
"I didn't expect you to find me so quickly." Leng Yanshan walked out from behind the rockery in the garden. His strength had increased a lot compared to before, and even the previously blurry face had become the same as Leng Yanshan's.
Behind him followed Leng Zhijie, who was also pale-faced.
Based on this comparison, the two men look about 80% alike, suggesting they are father and son.
But why is Leng Zhijie here, and getting mixed up with Leng Yanshan?
After a moment of confusion, Shao Yanzhe looked at Madam Yin and saw that she did not seem surprised. He figured that Leng Zhijie's appearance here was her doing.
He glanced at Leng Zhijie and compared him carefully with the woman. The two did indeed have some slight similarities in appearance, which were hard to tell without careful observation. Leng Zhijie should be the son the woman mentioned.
Leng Yanshan glanced at the woman, a hint of doubt in his eyes, as if he didn't recognize her, and then simply ignored her.
He sneered, "You shouldn't have come!"
"Leng Yanshan! Where is my Zhao'er? Where have you taken my Zhao'er?"
The woman focused all her attention on Leng Yanshan, rushed up to him, grabbed his shirt, and questioned him.
After thinking it over carefully, Leng Yanshan finally remembered her identity from the somewhat familiar face in front of him.
"So it's you, Jiaoniang. Why haven't you been reincarnated yet?" He forcefully pried the woman's hand off his clothes, his expression nonchalant.
He then remembered the woman's question and a cold smile flashed across his face as he said, "Isn't your Zhao'er right here? What, you, as a mother, don't recognize your own son?"
Jiao Niang was taken aback. She looked around at everyone present with some urgency, and finally her gaze fell on the only stranger, Leng Zhijie.
After looking her up and down, she said in a trembling voice, "Zhao'er?"
Leng Zhijie was at a loss for words; he hadn't expected to see his own mother under these circumstances.
The young woman's face was filled with grief: "Zhao'er, who killed you? Tell your mother, and I will avenge you!"
Leng Zhijie subconsciously looked at Madam Yin.
Jiao Niang followed his gaze and met Madam Yin's cold eyes.
"Madam, is that you?"
Seeing that Madam Yin was about to nod, Shao Yanzhe spoke first: "Of course not! Leng Zhijie was deceived by Leng Yanshan. Oh, Leng Zhijie is Leng Wenzhao's current courtesy name. He killed many innocent people, and those people became ghosts and sought revenge on him. In short, the source is Leng Yanshan. He is the murderer who killed Leng Zhijie!"
I absolutely refuse to take the blame for something that isn't my fault!
Jiao Niang looked at Leng Zhijie, and seeing that he did not refute her, she glared at Leng Yanshan with hatred.
"Leng Yanshan! You heartless bastard! Not only did you kill Madam, but you also killed me to keep this secret, and you even killed Zhao'er! He was your own son! Even tigers don't eat their cubs, you're worse than an animal!"
Leng Yanshan remained indifferent, showing no sign of having done anything wrong.
Standing next to Leng Yanshan, Leng Zhijie suddenly learned the truth and his eyes widened in disbelief.
"Father, didn't you say that Shen Qiongzhi killed my mother?"
Jiao Niang spat at Leng Yanshan, "You son of a bitch! I was killed by this beast!"
Then, she turned to Leng Zhijie and said, "Zhao'er, come here!"
Leng Zhijie hesitated, unsure of what to do.
Leng Yanshan said quietly, "You should think this through. If you betray me, you will never get what you want."
Leng Zhijie's expression grew increasingly conflicted. In the end, he remained standing beside Leng Yanshan without moving. He lowered his head, not daring to look into the eyes of the beautiful woman opposite him, afraid of seeing disappointment in her eyes.
Seeing this, Jiao Niang sighed, but said nothing more, only staring hatefully at Leng Yanshan.
Shao Yanzhe watched this scene with a sigh, but he was not surprised. Leng Zhijie was selfish and self-serving, taking egoism to the extreme. Even if he had a deep affection for Jiao Niang, he would definitely choose his own interests when they conflicted.
Leng Yanshan was very satisfied with this. He looked at Shao Yanzhe with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Shen Qiongzhi, don't you want to have your body back?" He stared at Shao Yanzhe with interest, but his words were directed at Madam Yin.
The words contained a wealth of information, enough to tempt every dead soul to yearn for them.
Shao Yanzhe knew that Leng Yanshan was trying to sow discord between him and Madam Yin, but he was not worried that Madam Yin would side with Leng Yanshan because of it.
It wasn't because of the deep trust between them, but because he knew how much Madam Yin hated Leng Yanshan.
Leng Yanshan clicked his tongue lightly as he watched the two remain unmoved.
"Now that you're all here, don't leave!"
His body suddenly erupted with yin energy, surging towards the ground. As the yin energy was injected, a strange pattern appeared on the previously empty ground.
"Meow!" Xuan Yao, held by Shao Yanzhe, let out a wary meow. It stared intently at the ground and warned, "Be careful!"
Reminded, Shao Yanzhe reacted quickly, took out a jade hairpin pen from his sleeve, and launched his literary energy towards Leng Yanshan.
Leng Yanshan dodged instantly. Because of the two souls he had previously devoured, the aftereffects of the secret technique that he had expected were not as severe as he had imagined.
However, his soul itself had problems. Due to the frequent changes in his body, his soul was like a piece of glass with dense cracks. Now it was forcibly glued together by his power, but it would shatter into pieces with a crash if touched even lightly.
He needs a body to nurture his soul.
"Zhijie, go and capture Shao Yanzhe," he commanded.
"yes."
Leng Zhijie was very obedient. He flashed in front of Shao Yanzhe and reached out to grab his arm.
Shao Yanzhe could have dodged, but Jiaoniang appeared behind him at some point, and he was quickly captured by the two ghosts.
On the other side, Leng Yanshan's current strength is much greater than that of Madam Yin. He directly suppressed Madam Yin with his absolute strength and used Yin energy to form chains to bind her.
He glanced at Shao Yanzhe, who had been captured, and Madam Yin, who was bound by him.
The advantage lies with me!
He couldn't help but throw his head back and burst into laughter.
Then, he looked at Leng Zhijie: "Place the person on the left side of that magic circle!"
Leng Zhijie obediently led Shao Yanzhe, who was bound by ropes, to the left side of the magic circle, and then left.
Leng Yanshan passed by him and patted him on the shoulder: "Not bad. After I change bodies, I'll help you and your mother find suitable bodies."
Leng Zhijie's face immediately lit up with joy as he thanked her, "Thank you, Father!"
As Leng Yanshan turned his back to Leng Zhijie, his expression instantly turned cold, and his eyes were filled with icy coldness.
He didn't see that behind him, Leng Zhijie, whose face had been full of joy, also turned cold.
They truly are father and son; their ability to change their expressions is almost identical.
Leng Yanshan stepped into the magic array and stood in its center. The power within him surged forth and connected with the magic array.
As more and more power seeped into the magic circle on the ground, he ceased to maintain his humanity and became completely connected with the magic circle.
At this moment, the strange magic circle on the ground transformed into a spider web.
Shao Yanzhe was like prey bound by spider silk, while Leng Yanshan was the spider crouching in the center of the web.
This scene was bizarre and terrifying.
It was at this moment that the ropes binding Shao Yanzhe, who had been tightly bound, came loose. He suddenly stood up and forcefully plunged the jade hairpin pen, whose literary energy was almost overflowing, into the ground.
"No!"
A superhuman roar erupted from the swirling mist as he struggled to stop it.
But the magic circle had already started operating, and he was unable to move, so he was trapped by the magic circle.
Then, they watched helplessly as the aura emitting a faint white light enveloped the entire magic array, and then began to slowly disintegrate.
Leng Yanshan tried his best to retract his own Yin energy, but the magic array under his feet was like a huge quagmire, from which he could not extricate himself.
With a heavy heart, he severed his connection with the yin energy.
But this is like cutting yourself in half with an axe; the pain involved is something only Leng Yanshan, who did it himself, could truly understand.
They separated, but Leng Yanshan couldn't escape from this literary atmosphere.
He floated miserably in mid-air, looking like a rag doll that had been abused, utterly miserable.
"You...how dare you...how dare you betray me!"
His bloodshot eyes swept over the beautiful woman, finally landing on Leng Zhijie: "You truly are worthy of being my son!"
Leng Zhijie stared at him with a cold face: "Father, you have never treated me as a son, you have only used me as a tool!"
Jiao Niang immediately stood in front of him, blocking Leng Yanshan's terrifying gaze: "Leng Yanshan, you said back then that you would only be free if I died. Now, it's your turn. Only if you die can my Zhao'er be reincarnated!"
"Hehehehe!"
Leng Yanshan laughed uncontrollably, his resentful gaze falling on Leng Zhijie: "You want to be reincarnated? Dream on!"
As he spoke, he reached out his hand to him.
Leng Zhijie felt a dense, throbbing pain surge through his soul, wave after wave, as if something was gnawing at his internal organs. He immediately knelt on the ground and cried out in pain.
Upon seeing this, Shao Yanzhe, who was continuously emitting literary energy, couldn't help but look at Madam Yin beside him and ask, "What's wrong with him?"
Madam Yin glanced coldly at Leng Zhijie, and quickly understood the reason: "He has been poisoned with Soul-Eating Worms."
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