The Cool and Aloof Senior Sister Always Flirts with Me

Chapter 57: Packing

Yan Jue leaned against Qi Xianqing's shoulder, a sharp pain radiating from her heart made her gasp.

Qi Xianqing paused, "Is your angina acting up again?"

Yan Jue's voice was barely a whisper, "Yes, the weather has been fluctuating, and it keeps coming back."

Leaning on Qi Xianqing made Yan Jue quite uncomfortable; she didn't want to be a burden.

The pain felt like a punishment from heaven, making it difficult for her to even stand straight. Her vision darkened repeatedly, and her legs trembled.

Right now, Qi Xianqing was her only support.

What reassured Yan Jue was that Qi Xianqing didn't say anything, allowing her to lean like this without complaint.

Qi Xianqing's clothing felt soft and comfortable, and there was a faint scent wafting from her that made Yan Jue's heart race even faster. Once the pain eased a little, she immediately sat up straight.

Yan Jue looked up at Qi Xianqing and said, "Thank you."

"It's nothing," Qi Xianqing replied.

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Because Chu Fu still couldn't break the formation, Qi Xianqing demonstrated it for him again.

After Chu Fu struggled to break through a low-level green-glowing barrier, Qi Xianqing nodded expressionlessly.

The group walked together toward the gate of the courtyard.

As soon as they stepped outside, they saw the painted skin ghost tied up by Qi Xianqing, lying rigidly in the center of the courtyard.

The ghost still took on the appearance of an old lady. Upon hearing their footsteps, it slowly opened its eyes, its neck turning slowly.

"Ah!!!"

The woman from the Xu family let out a startled cry, her face pale as she instinctively stepped back.

Chu Fu hurriedly comforted her, "Don't be afraid. This evil ghost has been subdued. Can't you see it's tied up? It won't hurt you anymore—"

Before he could finish, the painted skin ghost suddenly stood up, rushing towards them at lightning speed.

？？？

Yan Jue froze, suddenly spotting the horrific human skin lying on the ground.

This was the painted skin ghost's strength.

Even though it was tied up, it could escape by shedding its skin.

After all, the ghost could change into different skins, while its true form was hidden beneath.

The ghost's nails sparkled with a faint glow under the moonlight, gradually lengthening.

Soon, they could no longer be called nails but rather beastly claws.

It was too fast!

In the dark of night, the painted skin ghost moved like a specter, proving it was the kind of ghost that even the immortal masters from Nanlou couldn't capture. Its movements were almost impossible to track.

The ghost raised its claws, and a sharp whistling sound broke through the air.

It swung at Qi Xianqing with incredible speed.

Qi Xianqing narrowed her eyes at it, frowning slightly. She hadn't expected this old lady was actually a painted skin ghost; she had been careless.

In that instant, a flicker of light was about to spring forth from her waist.