Chapter 17: The title of the fourth son of the Wen family, I want it too

Wen Yan was stunned. He could feel Jia Luo's nervousness, but he didn't ask. He just nodded and turned to leave.

Just at this moment, Ajie walked out of the room, and the painful and weak expression on his face was gone.

He held a red box in his hand and had a weird smile on his face: "Where do you want to go?"

Wen Yan pulled Jia Luo behind him and stared at him coldly: "Ajie, why?"

Ajie sneered: "You really found it!"

"Why else? I also want the title of the fourth young master of the Wen family! Although your reputation in the entertainment industry is not very good, I believe that as long as you let out the news that you are the fourth young master of the Wen family, those black fans will automatically disappear!" Ajie's words were full of sarcasm and greed.

"Heh, I don't have a very good reputation in the entertainment industry, but it's all thanks to you!"

A-jie's joking voice came, his eyes revealing the confidence of having won: "Oh, you know this too, it seems you know a lot?"

"But what's the use? You're going to die here today, and I will become Wen Yan in your place!"

"Oh, by the way, your sister will also become the evil god's nourishment!"

This sentence completely angered Wen Yan: "You are looking for death!"

"Hahahaha!" Ajie laughed crazily: "Ayan, why are you still so naive?"

"Please beg me. Maybe I can spare your sister's life for the sake of our past friendship. What do you think?"

There was a flash of anger in Wen Yan's eyes, and he clenched his fists and wanted to rush forward, but was held back by Jia Luo.

"Fourth brother, calm down! Look at Luo Luo," Jia Luo said in a baby voice.

As she said that, she quickly rushed towards Ajie. Her movements were nimble and quick. She kicked Ajie's knee. Ajie was kicked away and hit the wall heavily, groaning in pain.

Wen Yan was shocked by Jia Luo's actions. He never thought that his soft and cute sister was actually a "violent little dumpling!"

A hint of fear flashed across Ajie's eyes. He didn't expect that the soft and cute little dumpling could be so powerful. She quickly stepped back, trying to avoid Jialuo's attack.

But Jialuo's movements were too fast, and Ajie was hit in the stomach several times by her fists. He was in so much pain that he couldn't straighten his back.

While Jialuo was beating, a "thump thump" sound came out of his mouth.

Ajie shouted angrily: "You little bastard, I will kill you!"

After saying that, he opened the box and a cloud of black smoke came out of the box and quickly spread throughout the room.

Something seemed to be wriggling in the black smoke, making creepy sounds.

Jia Luo blinked his bright eyes and looked at the black mist: "Oh, so this is the little ghost you raised, it's not that great!"

"Fourth brother, take the talisman I gave you and go open the door. Third brother and the others are coming up!" Jia Luo shouted to Wen Yan.

"Okay, be careful!" After saying that, he quickly moved to the door and turned the doorknob twice, but the door didn't budge.

Wen Yan's anxious sweat dripped from his forehead. He held the door handle tightly and twisted it hard, but the door still didn't budge.

A trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes: "Why can't it be opened? What's going on?"

"Hahaha, you're dreaming if you want to go out!" Ajie roared madly.

Jia Luoli ignored him and kept staring at the black mist.

The sound in the black mist became louder and louder, as if countless souls were roaring.

Wen Yan's heartbeat quickened, he could feel the strength of this power. He held the talisman tightly, he knew it was the amulet Jia Luo gave him, he had to protect himself, so as not to hinder Jia Luo.

"Ha, found it!" He stretched out his little hand and pulled out a small object from the black mist.

A childish voice came out: "Let me go, let me go!"

A little ghost baby with a pale face and blood in the corners of its eyes and mouth was twisting in Jia Luo's palm.

"How come you are younger than me? How disgusting!" After saying that, he looked at Ajie fiercely.

"No, this is impossible!" Ajie's voice was full of disbelief.

Jia Luo took out a talisman, stuffed the ghost baby into it, and walked towards Ajie on her short legs. Her bread-like little fists kept hitting Ajie.

Ajie groaned in pain, his body was covered with bruises from Jia Luo's fists.

His eyes were filled with fear. He had never imagined that the ghost baby he had raised so carefully could be subdued by Jia Luo so easily.

Jialuo played for a while, then sat down on the ground, looking at the black fog that filled the room. He waved his little hands twice, and the black fog quickly dissipated.

At the moment when the black mist dissipated, the door made a "click" sound, and the heavy security door slowly opened.

At this time, Wen Xu and Mo Shu were standing at the gate. They walked in and looked at the scene inside the house. Mo Shu couldn't help but let out a soft "tsk".

"How did you get beaten like this?!"

Jia Luo retorted: "This guy raised a kid, and that kid is not even as old as me. I can't swallow this anger if I don't beat him up!"

"Humph, I was just one step behind in chess, but do you think you won? What a joke!" He chanted a spell as he said this.

Jia Luo tilted his head and looked at him in confusion. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly realized: "Oh, are you calling the evil spirit you raised?"

Ajie showed a sly smile on his face: "Yes, you think you can defeat me like this? The evil spirit will devour you all!"

"Then why didn't he come out after you called him for so long?" Jia Luo looked at him with a smile.

Ajie recited the spell again without giving up, then looked at Jialuo, pointed at him and said, "It's you, what did you do to it?"

Jia Luo said angrily, "Guess?"

Ajie's face turned pale. He could feel that his spell had no response and his evil spirit seemed to have disappeared.

Reluctantly, he slashed his arm, blood dripping onto the floor, and he chanted a spell again.

At this moment, an even stronger force gathered in the room. The lights in the room flickered, as if something was awakening in the darkness.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, and an invisible pressure made everyone's breathing quicken.

Ajie's laughter echoed in the room, his face full of madness: "You never thought that the evil spirits were fed by my blood! Come, my evil spirits, devour these ignorant humans!"

Following Ajie's call, the black vortex in the center of the room began to spin violently like a living thing, emitting a suffocating stench. A huge arm stretched out from the vortex, with black scales all over the arm and nails as sharp as knives.

He swung his arm towards Jialuo and the others suddenly with great force.

Jia Luo took out his small peach wood sword, pushed away the outstretched arm, and quickly retreated.

Mo Shu also took out his peach wood sword and joined the fight. His movements were swift and powerful, and every time he swung the sword, there was a sound of breaking through the air.

The peach wood sword collided with the evil spirit's arm, making a series of collision sounds.

Ajie stood aside with a smug smile on his face, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

"Evil God, kill them and they will all become your nourishment!"