"jingle!"
The bell hanging from the red string on Su Miaomiao's wrist rang once.
The enchantress burst out from within, bleeding from all seven orifices, and strangled Fang Boyu by the neck.
She usually doesn't get to touch anyone else, but at this moment she was able to grab Fang Boyu by the neck.
"I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'm going to kill you..."
The enchantress's voice was shrill, and the sound waves spread in all directions.
"A ghost! A ghost!"
The others also saw the suddenly appearing enchantress. Her terrifying appearance terrified the group, causing them to scream and flee in panic.
"Oh no!"
Su Miaomiao said irritably.
She didn't expect that Fang Boyu, who was in so much pain that he was about to faint, would suddenly erupt, causing the enchanting woman to suddenly explode.
At this moment, the enchantress's black hair flew wildly, her body surging with ferocious energy, her crimson fingernails had already extended an inch or so, and her sharp teeth were exposed.
It's really... getting uglier the more I look at it!
Su Miaomiao looked at Mei Nu with disdain, but did not immediately stop her from pinching Fang Boyu.
After being choked, Fang Boyu had difficulty breathing, his face gradually turned bluish-purple, and his eyes bulged out.
Similarly... it's so ugly it's chilling!
That's enough!
Just before Fang Boyu was about to die, Su Miaomiao, holding the photo frame in her hand, slapped it directly onto the back of Mei Nu's head.
A dazzling light suddenly appeared, and the enchantress's body went limp, falling backward.
Su Miaomiao caught her and then stuck the talisman she had prepared to her back. At the same time, the red rope shook, and the enchantress returned to the bell.
"Miaomiao, are you alright?" Su Haoran asked hurriedly.
Su Yunfeng also came to his senses. He had never seen the Enchantress before, and the sudden appearance of a woman startled him.
When she tried to go up and help, Su Miaomiao had already taken care of it.
"It's alright now."
Su Miaomiao threw away the now-broken picture frame and looked at Fang Boyu, who was lying on the ground, half-dead.
"What is stolen never belonged to you."
Su Miaomiao said coldly, "Judging from Fang Boyu's behavior just now, he clearly knows the identity of the Enchantress and even actively cooperated with the Xuanmen people in performing the ritual."
They deserve this fate!
Su Miaomiao will not kill him, but she will not save him either; this person's fate is predetermined.
"Help! Help me! Immortal Zhang, help me..."
Fang Boyu struggled and crawled toward the old man in gray.
The old man was beaten badly by Su Haoran. Not only was his head covered in bumps, but one of his eyes was also swollen into a black eye.
"Hey! Hey!"
The old man in gray shook his head.
“I can’t help you. Your only foundation has been severed. Even if the old immortal from Wuliang Mountain came, he couldn’t save you.”
"Help...me!"
Fang Boyu grabbed the old man's arm, his eyes bloodshot, his whole body trembling, as if something was rapidly slipping away.
Su Miaomiao was too lazy to watch any longer and told the two of them to leave.
None of the waiters outside dared to come in and stop him; they all knew Su Haoran's identity.
The seventh son of the Su family was notorious; even the owner of the Angel Club wouldn't dare stand in his way.
"Miaomiao, I just saw that Fang Boyu's life had ended."
Although Su Haoran couldn't understand everything, Fang Boyu's changes were so significant that even someone as slow-witted as him could see them.
"That was never his life force to begin with. He should have died long ago, but that old man in gray used a life-restoring technique on him and forcibly extended his life force."
Su Miaomiao sat in the back seat and offered an explanation.
"Oh dear! I have to go back and arrest that old man; I can still collect my bonus from the association!"
Su Haoran suddenly remembered this and opened the door to get out of the car.
"Seventh Uncle, don't go. He won't live past tonight." Su Miaomiao looked towards the clubhouse entrance.
She looked at the old man's face and realized that this was not the first time he had done something so insidious, after all, the palm lightning had actually produced black smoke after it was deflected back.
For an ordinary person, at most a puff of gray smoke would appear.
It seems like fate is about to take him away.
Su Miaomiao closed her eyes, tilted her body, and leaned directly against Su Yunfeng.
"Sleepy!"
Su Yunfeng simply let her rest her head on his lap so she could sleep more comfortably.
"Go back to my place. Drive smoothly, Miaomiao needs to sleep."
Su Yunfeng rarely came into contact with matters of the Xuanmen sect, only occasionally hearing his seventh brother say some nonsensical things.
This was the first time he had encountered such a situation today. He touched Su Miaomiao's forehead and found that she had a slight fever.
Su Haoran didn't dare to delay and immediately drove to Su Yunfeng's residence.
He grew anxious, knowing that the weariness Su Miaomiao spoke of wasn't physical exhaustion, but rather the result of excessive mental depletion.
Master He had experienced something similar before; he slept for five days straight, and it was only after his fellow disciples from Wuliang Mountain arrived that they were able to wake him up.
I wonder if Master has come down the mountain yet?
Su Haoran was upset and sent a message to Master He, but he did not receive a reply after they arrived at Su Yunfeng's residence.
Shortly after they left, the Angel Club was closed.
The Fang family looked at Fang Boyu, who was already dead, with mournful faces, unable to accept this reality.
Fang Yufei covered her mouth, and large tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Who? Who did it? Who killed my son?"
"Zhang Xianren, speak up! Get up and speak to me!"
A beautiful woman, around forty years old, disregarded her image and beat Zhang Xianren mercilessly. She was Fang Boyu's mother, Ji Yun.
But the old man stared at the ceiling with resentment, his neck was badly cut, looking like it had been bitten, and blood was flowing all over the floor.
Beside the old man lay a dark, shriveled body, its flesh withered, but flesh still clung to its teeth, clearly indicating that he had bitten Zhang Xianren to death.
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