Song Jiao turned over lightly and brought Wang Hao to the spacious yard.
The two of them took off into the air together, flying into the air and creating some distance between them and the ground.
Floating high in the sky, Song Jiao glanced at the struggling Wang Hao and spoke slowly, "What's wrong? You, a host controlled by the Void Larva, still have emotions? Do you feel you've been used and want to seek revenge on me?"
When Wang Hao heard this, his eyes suddenly became empty and confused.
He held his head in his hands and began to cry out in pain: "It hurts, it hurts! My head hurts!"
His body twitched violently in the air, then lost control, fell rapidly from mid-air, and landed heavily on the ground.
Song Jiao calmly descended from mid-air as if she was watching a play and stood beside Wang Hao.
She looked at Wang Hao rolling on the ground with a strange look on her face, and couldn't help feeling curious.
"Is this a headache? Is it time to grow a brain?" Song Jiao joked to herself, but then shook her head.
No, this person is controlled by the void larvae, how can he have his own mind? No way! No way!
Wang Hao's crying gradually subsided. He curled up on the ground, his body trembling slightly.
Song Jiao squatted down and observed his changes carefully.
She found that there seemed to be a hint of clarity in Wang Hao's eyes, which had never been there before.
"You... who are you?" Wang Hao asked weakly, his voice trembling and weak.
Song Jiao raised her eyebrows. It seemed that the control of this void larva over Wang Hao seemed to have weakened.
She chuckled and replied, "I'm Lan Yixue, your enemy! How could you suddenly forget? Are you kidding?"
Wang Hao tried hard to recall, his brows furrowed, as if he was struggling with the confused memories in his mind.
The next second, Wang Hao screamed in terror. He struggled to stand up and tried to attack Song Jiao again.
However, before he could get close, Song Jiao tied him up tightly with the power of merit and virtue, and he could not move.
Just as Song Jiao was about to completely eliminate the male protagonist controlled by the void larvae, suddenly, a crack appeared in the void, and a powerful suction force came from it. Thick tentacles stretched out from the crack, trying to grab Song Jiao.
However, Song Jiao keenly noticed these tentacles the moment they appeared.
She swung the sword in her hand and cut off three tentacles with one stroke.
The other two tentacles rolled towards her at lightning speed, but Song Jiao dodged the attack cleverly.
As the tentacles retreated, the sky returned to calm again.
Song Jiao looked at the broken tentacles on the ground, then looked up at the disappeared void crack, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
She really wanted to call the police. What the hell was this thing doing? Did it treat me like its dad? How could it run so fast?
At this time, people who had just come out of the main hall saw this scene.
They witnessed the whole process of Song Jiao cutting off the tentacles and regaining her composure, and they all showed expressions of surprise and admiration.
At the same time, several seriously injured people were carried out.
They were all people who had just been injured by Wang Hao's sword energy and were groaning in pain.
"Xue'er, are you hurt?" Father Lan asked first, and he looked at Song Jiao with a complicated look.
In the chaos just now, none of them could move, let alone fight back.
However, Song Jiao was not only unharmed, but was also able to fight against those tentacles, which shows how strong she is.
Song Jiao shook her head. "Father, I'm not injured. But Wang Hao is gone."
Just as he finished speaking, Lan's father's secret guards came rushing in with a report: "Master, the Third Miss is dead! Her body is covered in all sorts of wounds, and they don't look like they were bitten by humans. And... and her stomach has been ripped open. Her internal organs are gone."
The people around gasped when they heard this. They didn't expect the situation to be so terrifying.
Now some people are beginning to believe that those who disappeared were eaten by something.
Otherwise, how could those people disappear out of thin air?
"I'll go and take a look!" Father Lan said in a deep voice.
He turned around and hurried away with a group of people, and naturally many curious people followed behind him.
They all wanted to see with their own eyes what was going on.
In the dilapidated temple, Lan Yiying's body lay miserably on the ground.
Her clothes were tattered, barely covering her body. Her flesh was bitten and pitted, leaving no intact area. The wound on her stomach was particularly horrifying, as if it had been torn open by someone's bare hands.
Her internal organs had been hollowed out, but her eyes were wide open, as if telling of the fear and helplessness before death.
The onlookers sighed when they saw this tragic scene. They felt as if they were at that horrific scene and felt a chill down their spines.
At the same time, Song Jiao stood quietly by the side, her eyes fixed on the picture on the system screen.
The picture clearly shows the cruel scene of Wang Hao tearing open Lan Yiying's stomach with his bare hands.
When Lan Yiying was alive, she suffered such cruel disembowelment and eventually died in pain.
Song Jiao sighed inwardly, this is the tragic end of a bootlicker.
For love, Lan Yiying gave everything, but ended up like this.
Not only did he lose everything, he also lost his life.
Father Lan felt heartbroken when he saw his daughter die so miserably.
He suppressed his grief and brought Lan Yiying's body back to the Lan family to prepare for her funeral.
While everyone was busy preparing for the funeral, Bai Lan walked up to Song Jiao.
She stared at Song Jiao closely, as if trying to discern some clue from her face. "You don't seem surprised at all by what's happening now."
Song Jiao just looked at her calmly, "I'm just a bystander, there's nothing surprising."
"As if you already knew this." Bai Lan's tone was filled with suspicion. "Lan Yixue, who are you?"
Song Jiao raised her eyes slightly and met Bai Lan's gaze. "I am who I am, Miss Bai. The question you should be focusing on now is whether people will continue to die, instead of asking about irrelevant matters."
"Is this insignificant? Are you sure?" Bai Lan sneered, obviously not believing Song Jiao's words. "If I find out that you are the instigator of this, I will never let you go!"
Song Jiao burst out laughing when she heard that.
She felt that Bai Lan seemed naive and cute. "The instigator? Miss Bai, you think too highly of me. I'm just an ordinary person. I don't have such great abilities."
Bai Lan stared at Song Jiao closely, trying to find a flaw in her expression.
However, Song Jiao remained calm and indifferent, as if everything was within her expectations.
This made Bai Lan start to doubt his own judgment. Was he really overthinking it?
But this woman is not simple!
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