The luxury car drove out and circled around for a long time before returning to the upscale residential area and parking in the underground parking lot.
The man got out of the car first, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then waved to the woman inside the car, "You can get out now."
The woman quietly agreed, then dragged a sack off the bus. The man took the sack, expertly hoisted it onto his shoulder, and walked with her toward the elevator.
Two minutes later, the elevator stopped on the seventh floor.
The door opened, and the two stepped out of the elevator and went straight into room 707...
Wan Jiao communicated with Xiao Le Jin the whole time. After learning that they had arrived at their destination, apartment 707 in that neighborhood, she first put an invisibility talisman on herself and then teleported there instantly.
In the vast 707, there were all sorts of harmful magical artifacts and spirit objects, as well as many rag dolls with people's birth dates and times pasted on them.
Puppetry.
What a sinister and evil practice.
Wan Jiao walked further inside and soon heard voices talking.
"Master, we found a very beautiful little doll today, which is perfect for serving as a body for the little master."
The strong, muscular man spoke slowly, "Where is he?"
"Master, he's in the living room."
Hearing the sound, the man emerged from the darkness and went straight to the living room.
Wan Jiao finally got a clear look at the man's face.
It's him!!!
In her 20 years in this world, her only friend and brother was Yunluo.
*Wan Jiao's Memories (about her childhood sweetheart, Senior Brother Yun Luo)*
Yunluo was an orphan adopted by Master Songyun, a close friend of Master Wunian, and was six years older than Wanjiao. Master Songyun loved to travel and would often be gone for one or two months at a time. At that time, Yunluo was still young, and he was always sent to Nanshan Temple to stay.
From as far back as Wan Jiao could remember, Yun Luo had been living at Nanshan Temple for many years. It's no exaggeration to say that she was raised by Yun Luo until she was 10 years old.
Later, Master Songyun passed away. He was a gifted cultivator, comparable to Wanjiao in talent. At the age of 17, Yunluo inherited his mantle and became the head of Jiuyun Temple. After that, he rarely came to Nanshan Temple anymore.
Nevertheless, they would often exchange letters and share their cultivation experiences.
When Wan Jiao's master was alive, he sighed more than once: "Yun Luo is such a good child, what a pity."
At that time, Wan Jiao always thought that her master was lamenting Yun Luo's early loss of his master. It wasn't until later, when 21-year-old Yun Luo went down the mountain to catch demons, that she suddenly fell in love with a demon and betrayed Jiu Yun Temple for her...
The story of Yunluo and the demon unfolds exactly the same as in novels and TV dramas, ending in a tragic conclusion.
It is said that the demon died after giving birth to a daughter for Yunluo. Yunluo was heartbroken and had not even had time to bury her when several big shots who had been on good terms with Daoist Songyun came to her door.
Yunlu fought them for two days and two nights, but was ultimately defeated. Then, someone put a demon-slaying talisman on the newborn half-demon, half-human baby, and the baby died.
Later, Yunluo went mad with evil spirits and killed all thirteen people in the group, throwing their heads back into their homes. His methods were cruel and heinous.
At the time, Wan Jiao was in seclusion, and after she emerged from seclusion, Yun Luo disappeared without a trace.
Some say he committed suicide while embracing the bodies of his wife and daughter.
Some say he has gone into seclusion in a remote mountain forest.
Some people even say he's possessed by a demon...
There were many conflicting opinions, but Wan Jiao didn't believe any of them. She and her master calculated and calculated, but they still couldn't come to any conclusion.
In the end, Wan Jiao could only believe that he was dead.
Every year on his death anniversary and birthday, she would visit the cenotaph erected for him to keep him company and talk to him.
*Wanjiao's Memories (End)*
If it were anyone else, Wan Jiao would definitely not believe they had those abilities, but if it were Yun Luo, she could make everything that had shocked her before seem reasonable.
Because he is Yunluo.
Therefore... he can definitely do it.
After tearing off the invisibility talisman, Wan Jiao's red lips parted slightly as she called out to the man walking outside, "Senior Brother Yun Luo, long time no see!"
Wan Jiao's voice was very calm, and there was even a faint smile on her lips, but only she knew how nervous she was at that moment.
Yun Luo had already sensed someone entering. He had even cast a killing spell, waiting for the person to make a move so he could send her straight to the King of Hell.
Unfortunately... things didn't go as planned.
The person who came was Wan Jiao.
Although everyone in the metaphysical world had wronged him, and he could kill them at will, Wan Jiao was different from all of them. He had always treated her like a younger sister, and she was the only person in the world who blessed him after learning that he and Yao were in love and married.
The man and woman, seeing Wan Jiao appear out of thin air, had already assumed a fighting stance.
Yun Luo frowned in displeasure and ordered the two men, "Step back."
The two looked at each other, a thousand words in their hearts but unable to speak, and could only bow respectfully, "Yes, Master."
After they left, Yunluo slowly walked up to Wanjiao, "Wanwan?"
Wan Jiao nodded. "It's me, Senior Brother Yunluo. Master and I couldn't find you anywhere. We were worried... How have you been all these years?"
As soon as the question left her mouth, Wan Jiao wished she could bite off her own tongue.
Wan Jiao, you're really toxic! You know he's not doing well, yet you still ask him that without thinking. Aren't you just rubbing salt into his wounds?
Awkwardly, Wan Jiao twitched her lips and tried to salvage the situation, "Senior brother, that's not what I meant, I..."
Before Wan Jiao could finish her attempt to salvage the situation, Yun Luo abruptly changed the subject, getting straight to the point, "Wan Wan, you came here because of Ye Jin's car 'exploding,' right?"
It's not a question, but an affirmative statement.
“I was wondering before, Ah Zhen has never failed before, so how could she let Ye Jin live until now? It turns out you were helping him.” Yun Luo’s eyes were full of obvious doubt. “Wanwan, you never interfere in worldly affairs, so why are you treating Ye Jin so differently this time?”
“He is my husband, so of course I have to protect him.” Wan Jiao did not hide anything and was straightforward. She also did not forget to advise Yun Luo, “So many years have passed since the matter of Dan Zhi and her daughter. Senior brother, the sea of suffering is boundless, but there is always a shore to turn back to.”
If it had been someone else who spoke these words to Yunluo, their corpse would probably have been devoured by the evil spirits he kept.
However, because she was Wan Jiao, Yun Luo could only shout at her with red eyes, "The hatred between a wife and daughter is irreconcilable, I can't turn back now."
"But everything you're doing now will only add to your sins. Do you want to go to the eighteenth level of hell after you die?"
"What are the eighteen levels of hell? As long as my daughter and Ah Zhi's daughter can come back to life, I'm not afraid of the one hundred and eight levels."
Wan Jiao wanted to say something more, but Yun Luo didn't want to listen anymore. His eyes turned cold, and a sword shrouded in black mist appeared in his hand, pointing at Wan Jiao's face. "Enough. For the sake of our past relationship, you leave immediately, and I'll pretend nothing happened. Otherwise... don't blame my sword for being merciless."
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