Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 39

There was a rustling sound of wind outside.

The middle-aged man seemed to have lost his mind and banged his head against the door until it was broken and bleeding. The fishy black blood slowly seeped in from the crack in the door.

It's a sticky hot summer now, so you can imagine how hard it is to get rid of the smell of blood.

Xue Yu opened his round eyes, and was so frightened that he could only open his lips and gasp blankly: "...Please?"

"Yes." Qi Chen's eyes never left Xue Yu for even a second, as if the evil spirit's disorder posed no threat to him. He chuckled and slowly squeezed out a few words, "Or, you can use the same trick you used on Song Raoxun on me..."

"What if I get caught?"

Like that day upstairs, when a man grabbed his two delicate wrists from behind, he was nervous and scared when he saw him, but he could only let him manipulate him like dough, with tears in his eyes and a flushed face.

If you beg him with that expression, he might get too kind and start meddling in your affairs.

Xue Yu couldn't tell whether he was being sarcastic or something else, so he didn't say anything. After a few seconds of silence, he asked, "Did you let him out?"

Qi Chen laughed so hard that his shoulders shook slightly, and replied lazily: "How bad am I in your eyes?"

After he finished speaking, the persistent and violent noise came from outside the door again.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

The door was showing signs of collapsing under the middle-aged man's continued attack.

Xue Yu pursed his lips, his fingertips already trembling delicately. After all, he was just a spoiled young master from the city, who only knew how to seduce men. If he really encountered such a strange thing, he would do nothing but seek help from more powerful males.

If a physical person were here, he would have pounced on him long ago.

Qi Chen pulled his collar to cover his blue body.

He was not one who liked to explain. He was not afraid of being misunderstood, let alone being misunderstood by the living who were separated from him by the Yin and Yang. But after the words rolled in his throat two or three times, they finally came out: "It wasn't me."

The young widow, who was staring at the door, glanced at him when he heard the voice.

"The spell and seal on the attic room have a time limit. Once the time is up, they will become invalid. The charlatan comes to reinforce them every six months. It may be because you moved in and aroused the evil spirits and resentment, causing the seal to become invalid early."

Xue Yu seemed to be frightened and listened to the man in silence: "With our soul state, we can possess other people's bodies at any time. If I'm not mistaken, the body outside is just an unlucky person he found at random."

Qi Chen lazily raised his eyelids and moved his gaze to the door. Through the gap between the door that opened and closed suddenly, he could see the hideous and weird face of a middle-aged man. He felt no pain. Blood plasma flowed from the center of his fur-covered head to his face. At first glance, it looked like a watermelon pulp that had been torn into pieces.

He used his head to push open a crack and recklessly put his hand through it.

The door closed, and the hand was deformed under the force, making a creaking sound of broken bones. Xue Yu watched his longest finger hold on for two or three seconds before it swayed and broke.