Chapter 219
Chapter 219
Though the beaded curtain kept Yu Lang from seeing her face clearly, he recognized her at once.
This was the Underworld Administration’s envoy who had driven away a host of Vengeful Ghosts single-handedly on Mount Yunhe!
Yu Lang instantly breathed a sigh of relief. He was saved.
At the critical moment, one could always count on Daoist Yan to summon reinforcements!
Wen Yu also appeared startled. “Who are you?”
The woman in red slowly raised the beaded curtain and entered. “Like you, I am naturally not human.”
Wen Yu could sense the aura of the Netherworld around her and felt afraid.
Not long after Wen Yu’s death, a ghost envoy had come to take her to the Underworld Administration.
At the critical moment, however, a wisp of smoke enveloped her spirit. Then she found herself attached to the sachet and able to enter dreams.
Yu Lang happened to appear at a street-side eatery late at night and caught her eye…
Thus, the sachet transformed into an inconspicuous piece of spirit money, landed beside his feet, and followed him back to the Zhong residence.
“Everything you just said was nothing more than an attempt to shift all blame onto others.”
“Your heart is clearly filled with resentment, but the person you resent is not anyone else. It is yourself.”
The woman in red’s two statements left Wen Yu stunned.
She was already dead, yet her chest inexplicably grew hot as an uncontrollable emotion surged beneath the surface.
“You just asked how to determine who killed you…”
The woman in red continued, “Then I will decide for you. You chose to drink the poison yourself.”
“At that moment, your father was not the only one who believed you deserved to die. You believed it too.”
“So you used the ‘blade’ in your father’s hand to kill yourself.”
“Stop talking!”
Wen Yu suddenly shouted. Her emotions erupted, and her eyes turned red.
Standing nearest to her, Yu Lang could faintly sense black energy pouring from her body.
It was the “resentment” that had transformed her into a Vengeful Spirit.
Yu Lang tried to escape amid the distraction, but an icy hand seized his throat from behind.
“Miss Wen! Let us discuss this calmly!”
Terrified, Yu Lang turned and met a pair of bloodred eyes.
His breath caught. Clearly, Wen Yu no longer wished to discuss anything calmly.
With no other choice, Vice Minister Yu braced himself and cried to the woman in red for help. “My… my lord, save me! Honored envoy, save me!”
The woman in red clearly disliked the form of address.
The way her brows drew together looked distinctly like someone he knew.
Yu Lang suddenly thought of Xia Ximo.
The two women did not look alike, but their expressions and manner of speaking were remarkably similar…
Still gripping Yu Lang’s throat, Wen Yu turned and threatened the woman in red. “Do not meddle, or I will…”
Before she could finish, the red figure flashed in front of her, easily swept her hand aside, grabbed Yu Lang by the front of his robe, and dragged him off the couch.
Yu Lang was speechless.
Vice Minister Yu landed hard on his backside in a thoroughly undignified heap. Though he felt no pain, his pride suffered greatly.
Then he remembered that his life was at stake. What use was dignity now?
He scrambled away from the two women. Suddenly, a sharp command rang out. “Come back!”
Yu Lang immediately sensed trouble. His body slipped entirely beyond his control and began moving toward Wen Yu.
He abruptly realized that although this was his dream, he had no control over it whatsoever…
Wen Yu said to the woman in red, “I know I am no match for you, but this dream is under my control. If I want to kill him, even you cannot save him!”
“Oh.” The woman in red remained indifferent. “Then kill him and see what becomes of you afterward.”
Yu Lang’s hair stood on end.
He hurriedly said to Wen Yu, “Miss Wen, we are strangers who met by chance and bear each other no grievance. Killing me would bring you no benefit at all.”
The woman in red folded her arms and watched them coldly. “If you intend to kill him, do it quickly. Otherwise…”
A cold light flashed in her eyes.
Wen Yu froze. A strange force suddenly restrained her limbs, and her body floated involuntarily into the air.
The woman in red, by contrast, remained where she stood and watched coldly.
Refusing to concede, Wen Yu fixed upon Yu Lang and tried to control him with soul power.
Yu Lang started in alarm. An irresistible pull dragged him toward the Vengeful Spirit suspended in the air. Resentful energy surged over him, seemingly intent on devouring him…
The woman in red suddenly reached out and pulled him back.
“Wuyou, take him out.”
At her command, a white figure appeared, swept Yu Lang away from midair, and vanished from the dream in a flash.
Inside the room, Yu Lang’s eyes flew open, and he bolted upright on the bed.
He turned, saw Yan Zhengchu and Ren Fengjue, and began gasping for breath.
“Young Master Yu is awake!”
Yan Zhengchu hurried forward and breathed a sigh of relief.
Yu Lang patted his chest with one hand, then realized he was still holding the sachet. Terrified, he immediately threw it away.
Yan Zhengchu was about to stop him, but the sachet had already hit the floor and vanished instantly.
“This is bad! Miss Xia has not come out yet!”
Daoist Yan glanced at Xia Ximo’s soulless body nearby. “The sachet was connected to your dream. Now that you are awake, the dream will disappear, and Miss Xia’s soul cannot return for the moment.”
Seeing that Xia Ximo had not awakened, Ren Fengjue’s expression darkened. “Where will Miss Xia go?”
Yu Lang had been thoroughly confused, but one glance at Xia Ximo beside him made him understand.
“Daoist Yan! Was that so-called Underworld Envoy truly Miss Xia?”
Yan Zhengchu saw no reason to conceal it now and nodded in acknowledgment.
“After the dream disappeared, Miss Xia’s soul likely attached itself to the sachet for the time being, just like the Vengeful Spirit. We must find the sachet.”
He asked Yu Lang, “What did the Vengeful Spirit tell you in the dream?”
Yu Lang nodded and hurriedly gave Yan Zhengchu and Ren Fengjue a general account of Wen Yu’s experiences.
The two men reacted differently after hearing it.
Yu Lang added, “I saw it with my own eyes in the dream. Miss Wen was no match for Miss Xia!”
Yan Zhengchu understood. “If Miss Xia wished to kill her, it would take no effort at all. She refrained because she probably intends to…”
“She intends to ferry her soul.”
Ren Fengjue glanced at the pouch hanging from Xia Ximo’s waist. Inside it was a black Lotus Lamp.
He knew she always kept it close.
He made a silent decision, removed the Lotus Lamp from the pouch, and said to Yan Zhengchu, “Daoist Yan, please guard Miss Xia’s body.”
Then he said to Yu Lang, “Come with me. We are going somewhere.”
Yu Lang quickly asked, “To the Wen Family?”
Ren Fengjue shook his head. “No. To the Fu Family.”