Chapter 453: Deep Mansion (Part 41)
Everything that happened was unexpected. The first to be hit was Alhan, who was grabbed by the neck, and then the ghosts roared and pounced on other anchors.
Those pale faces were filled with greed, like a surging flood, leaving people nowhere to escape.
The anchors were so frightened that they turned around and wanted to run, but the locked door of Liu's house stopped everyone in their tracks. They could only look for corners that could cover their bodies and try to hide themselves. Then they peeked with fear at the ghostly neighbors who were becoming more aggressive again, and even the corners of their mouths were sparkling in the moonlight.
Just when the situation was about to get out of control, Simpson suddenly felt a hand reaching into his pocket. He was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look at the young man who had come to his side at some point.
The other party didn't even look at him, but just took out his lighter, and with his nimble thumb, he quickly lifted the lid of the box, and a bright flame instantly lit up, swaying precariously in the wind and snow.
Before he could ask, he saw the burning lighter draw a long parabola in the air and hit the bride's red veil.
The red silk cloth was instantly ignited, and the black ashes slowly floated away, revealing Aunt Pan's well-made-up face.
Unexpectedly, Aunt Pan did not show any horrible deterioration, but her eyes still lacked the warmth of a human being, but were cold and indifferent. Even when the residual flames burned off the ends of her hair, she still did not react.
Seeing this, Tian Guihua suddenly grabbed Yu Huo's clothes and hid behind him, stammering, "Brother Yu, why did you burn her red veil? Do you think they're not powerful enough?"
The young man responded to Tian Gui's words with a sneer.
During this period, the ghosts seemed to finally be unable to contain themselves and suddenly rushed towards the anchors in the courtyard.
"ah--!"
Screams cut through the night sky, and just when everyone thought they were doomed, a scorching heat suddenly shot through the gap between them.
In an instant, a flame barrier as high as the courtyard wall appeared between them and the ghosts.
The crackling flames scorched their faces, causing the ends of their hair to twist and curl.
The ghosts didn't dare to pass through the wall of fire, and just stood on the other side of Huo Yan, roaring unwillingly.
Amidst the noisy roars, emotionless questions could be clearly heard from behind.
He said, "Painted Skin, you broke the rules."
As soon as he finished speaking, the high wall of flames slowly tilted and became thinner, as if it was threatened.
Yu Huo looked at the greedy ghosts on the other side of the fire wall and coughed lightly.
The flame, receiving the hint, made a puffing sound and became thick and hot again.
"Buzz~" The strings were snapped by the unhappy owner, followed by the sound of breaking wind, which suddenly pierced the high wall built of flames.
The next second, an arm stretched out from the wall of flames, and the Painted Skin Ghost in a red suit slowly walked out of the flames, stretched out his hand and gently wiped the blood off his cheek.
Although her face was covered in burns, the famous ghost still cherished her appearance. Anger flashed across her beautiful eyes, but because of the disparity in strength, she could only glare at Tian Guihua, who was so close, and shouted, "Get away! Don't get in the way!"
Tian Guihua: “….”
She shuddered. Her body had already formed the muscle memory of looking for Yu Huo when something went wrong.
As soon as Painted Skin finished speaking, before he could attack, he saw that the other party had already hidden behind Yu Huo, so that not even a hair could be seen.
She couldn't help but laugh out loud, and muttered to Yu Huo, "Tsk, this ability to change with the wind is really comparable to your cheap master..."
After this incident, Painted Skin's anger subsided a lot. While delaying time, he kept glancing at the closed door of Liu's house with his peripheral vision, secretly groaning in his heart.
This Shang guy is too unreliable. Didn’t he say he would come and clean up the mess after the review was completed?
Where are the people?
You're just going to leave me here and not care about me anymore, right?
Painted Skin was thinking about how to divert Yuan's terrifying gaze away from herself when she suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold wind blowing in her face. This chill seemed to penetrate deep into her soul, causing even this top-level evil spirit to shiver and subconsciously close her eyes.
What followed was a sense of crisis. Instinctively, she took a few steps back. The sound of breaking wind passed dangerously in front of her.
The Painted Skin Ghost opened his eyes in fear, and was met with a gaze filled with murderous intent.
Such a look was creepy, and at the same time she was very confused.
She was not completely ignorant of Yuan, nor was this their first meeting. Even though they were not familiar enough to greet each other or chat, she knew that she was just an insignificant existence like dust in his eyes.
Even if her appearance today had caused this guy some minor trouble, she shouldn't have received such hostile looks...
She couldn't figure it out, especially when she saw a mocking arc on Yuan's lips, she had no time to think.
Unlike his own timidity, the cold wind around him became more and more unscrupulous. The fire became particularly fierce in such an environment, and from the initial protection, it gradually spread to the entire courtyard.
Those low-level ghosts were buried in the sea of fire one after another, accompanied by heart-wrenching roars. Most of the anchors covered their mouths and noses and coughed unbearably...
At this moment, there was a crisp sound of jingling suddenly in his ears. With a slight glance, Painted Skin caught a glimpse of a few copper coins strung together with red ropes, swaying in the wind and snow.
The next second, a young man wearing a bamboo hat and holding a silver sickle suddenly appeared in front of her and said softly, "Sister Painted Skin, this yard can't be burned. Please help get everyone out first."
"What about you?" Painted Skin asked subconsciously.
The young man ignored her and just stared at Yuan opposite him. His beautiful fox eyes reflected a blazing fire, as if turning the excitement hidden in his pupils into reality.
Seeing this scene, Painted Skin felt like he was hit on the head with a club. His scalp was numb and a line of moving barrages was floating in his mind: It’s over, I met another madman.
These days, all the crazy people appear in droves, right?
The Painted Skin Ghost sighed, glanced at the silver-white sickle in the young man's hand, which was faintly filled with murderous intent, and felt slightly relieved. Then he retreated carefully again.
Fortunately, Yuan's attention was no longer on her, which made it much easier for her to move.
Just as she thought, this guy Yuan treated them all as dust. Even though she cut a straight passage to let these anchors leave Liu's house, she still didn't even catch a glance from them.
Just after she sent the last surviving anchor out of the yard, the two men who had been confronting each other for a long time finally broke the eerie silence.
The whistling cold wind blew, and scattered white snow carried an unclear voice into her ears.
"Yu Huo, you lied to me~" Yuan's eyes no longer had that inexplicable hatred. While he was speaking, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, and the corners of his eyes, which were red as if blown by the cold wind, made him look a little pitiful for no reason.
Before Painted Skin could dismiss this bizarre thought, he heard the other party sigh and continue, "This is really sad~"
Painted Skin: “…?”
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