The other members of the Shen family also fell silent, and the atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed to crush people.
Along the way, they encountered chases of all sizes, each one fraught with danger. If it weren't for Song Jiao's extraordinary wit and skills, the Shen family would have perished countless times!
"This Chen You is really going too far!" Uncle Shen gritted his teeth and said with anger in his eyes, "We, the Shen family, have been so kind to her, but she repays kindness with hatred! We must settle this account!"
Everyone nodded, their eyes filled with resentment towards Shen You and determination for the future.
Song Jiao's plan has succeeded. A cold light flashed in her eyes. What remains is to let this former threat disappear on its own. No matter where he chooses to wander, he will no longer pose any threat to her.
"You are free, go wherever you want, and don't let me see you again." Song Jiao's words were filled with unquestionable determination. Then, she turned around and immersed herself in comforting other frightened people, as if the existence of the killer was as insignificant as dust.
But the killer did not leave as she wished. He slowly enjoyed the leftovers on the table, with a hint of cunning and unwillingness in his eyes.
He stood quietly among the crowd, like a ghost waiting for an opportunity, with no intention of leaving.
After everyone calmed down, Song Jiao slowly walked up to the killer, frowning slightly, her tone revealing obvious displeasure: "What are you still doing here? Are you still waiting for me to ask you to leave?"
The killer gave a bitter laugh and simply slumped to the ground. As he took his last bite of food, he looked up at Song Jiao, his eyes gleaming with determination and pleading. "I have nowhere to go now. Going back is a dead end. Why don't you let me follow you? At least I can be a competent guard."
When Song Jiao heard this, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she muttered to herself: Is this going to be a "killer's tenderness" drama?
She sneered, her eyes revealing amusement and vigilance. "Oh? You think I would believe the words of a killer? What's more, the organization behind you will not let you go easily."
Upon hearing this, a trace of bitterness flashed in the killer's eyes. He took a deep breath, as if he had made some kind of resolution: "I know far more than you can imagine. Chen You has already sent out thirteen waves of our organization's troops. The theft in the East Palace is one of them. The balance has not been paid yet, and we are forced into this situation. But I can promise that from now on, I will stick with you and will never have anything to do with the organization again."
As he spoke, he slowly stood up and spread his hands to show his sincerity.
The wind around him seemed to have stopped at this moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on him. The atmosphere became subtle and tense.
Song Jiao stared at the killer in front of her with a sharp gaze, a playful smile on her lips: "Okay, then you will be responsible for protecting them, don't let me down."
The killer nodded solemnly, with determination flashing in his eyes: "I will not fail in my mission!" He knew very well that this was his only chance to survive, and no matter what the road ahead held, he had to go all out.
Although the Shen family had some reservations about the killer who suddenly joined, they had to admit that having such a martial arts master around did make them feel a lot more at ease, and at least it could share some of the pressure for their daughter.
The group continued on their journey. Wu Hu followed closely beside Song Jiao, frowning and asking in a low voice, "Did you trust him so easily? Killers are very cunning."
Song Jiao smiled calmly, her eyes revealing a deep meaning: "Instead of letting him stir up trouble in the dark, it's better to keep him under my nose. At least this way, I can see him."
Wu Hu nodded thoughtfully after hearing this: "Well, what you said does make some sense."
As night falls, the moonlight is like water, spreading across the entire forest. Only the rustling sound of wind blowing through the leaves adds a bit of mystery to the silent night.
Song Jiao changed into a tight nightgown, and disappeared like a ghost in a flash. When she reappeared, she was already deep in the Prince's Eastern Palace in the capital.
In the East Palace, Shen You's soul has become increasingly powerful, while the body of the time-traveling girl has become increasingly weak. She can only lie in bed, in a trance, and often talking nonsense.
When Shen You saw Song Jiao, a bright smile instantly bloomed on his face: "Big sister, you are here! I can now enter her body for two hours during the day, and the time is slowly increasing."
Song Jiao nodded slightly, her eyes gleaming with admiration. "Not bad, you've made rapid progress. I'm here today to help you stabilize your soul. Starting tomorrow, you can completely return to this body. You've been with her for so long, you should be familiar with her habits, right?"
As she spoke, Song Jiao took out a small object that shimmered with light from her bosom and handed it to Shen You: "This thing is a primary system. It will help you better understand the owner of this body and everything she does."
Shen You took the system, his eyes flashing with excitement and anticipation: "Sister, you are so kind! With this, I can know what this person does!"
Next, Song Jiao's figure flashed and turned into a physical body. She transformed into a rough man, and her voice became low and powerful.
She shook it violently, waking up the sleeping time traveler. The time traveler opened her eyes dazedly and saw the "man" in front of her. She was so scared that she almost screamed.
"Concubine, isn't it time to pay the balance?" Song Jiao's voice was hoarse like a man's, with a hint of threat. "We've sent out thirteen waves of people, and now most of them are dead. You have to let me share some of the money with my brothers, right?"
Shen You had just woken up and her mind was still a little unclear. When she heard this, she immediately started to pretend to be wronged. Her eyes reddened and her voice was filled with tears: "I... I really can't do anything right now. My money was stolen a few days ago, and now I have no money. Even if you force me, I can't produce the banknotes."
Hearing this, Song Jiao curled her lips into a vicious smile. She leaned closer to Chen You and said in a low, threatening voice, "You'd better not play any tricks on me! I'll give you half a month. If you don't give me the banknotes, don't blame us for being rude! We'll come directly to the East Palace to find you. Don't blame us for being ruthless when the time comes!"
After saying that, Song Jiao flashed again and left.
The remaining time-traveling girl lay on the bed, looking around with empty eyes, and then screamed, "Why haven't those people died yet? Why! Why don't they just die!"
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