"Miss Wen? Are you in there?"
Xiaocha was somewhat puzzled.
"Miss Wen? I’m coming in."
After asking once, seeing that there was still no movement inside, Xiaocha’s hand on the door handle pushed down forcefully and swung the door open.
The bowl in her hand fell, splattering the fruit sago soup all over the floor.
Xiaocha stared at the disheveled bed sheets and the strikingly large bloodstain on them, completely stunned in place.
A few seconds later, Xiaocha snapped back to reality and turned to dash out of the room.
Xiaocha’s voice, full of panic, followed.
"Big Brother Qing Yi."
The scene shifted to a small patch of woods, where a disheveled figure was staggering forward as she ran...
It was Wen Xiao’ai, who had mustered all her strength to hide here from Wu Garden.
She tripped over something underfoot, causing the already tormented Wen Xiao’ai to fall to the ground.
Wen Xiao’ai lay on the ground, rolling in pain once again.
At this moment, Wen Xiao’ai was overtaken by Demonic Qi, losing all her rationality.
However, just as that Demonic Qi attempted to completely invade her heart, it was blocked by a force within Wen Xiao’ai’s body.
Then, the wisp of Demonic Qi began to rampage even more wildly within her body, seemingly desperate to break through the barrier and invade Wen Xiao’ai’s heart.
The two forces collided within her, and the pain surpassing human limits was something Wen Xiao’ai had never endured before; she was tortured to the point that she didn’t even have the strength to scream.
Her pale fingers deeply embedded in the mud beneath her, Wen Xiao’ai gritted her teeth and silently endured.
As the last agonizing scream pierced the air, the surrounding trees were all snapped, toppling outwards from the center around Wen Xiao’ai...
Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes were wide open, her gaze blankly fixated above her, until everything went dark, and she fainted.
The entire patch of woods instantly quieted down.
Who knows how long it was, when from behind a nearby tree, a semi-transparent head, tied with twin ponytails and fox ears, cautiously peeked out.
That "person" held onto the tree trunk with hands that were barely substantial, fearfully looking at the motionless Wen Xiao’ai on the ground and the trees that had fallen because of her.
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai without a movement, that "person" hesitated for quite a while before mustering the courage to come out from behind the tree.
Only then it became clear that not only his head and hands were ethereal, his entire body was too.
This wasn’t a human at all but a wandering, displaced spirit.
Moreover, it was just a young boy in appearance.
The boy cautiously approached Wen Xiao’ai, constantly looking around as if afraid someone else might appear.
In reality, even if someone did appear, they would not be able to see him, but he was still timid and frightened.
The distance of merely ten meters took him almost five minutes to cross before he finally reached Wen Xiao’ai.
Carefully, he crouched in front of Wen Xiao’ai.
The boy looked at Wen Xiao’ai.
She turned out to be a Demon as well.
Encountering one of his own kind in the world of humans, the boy felt a surge of excitement, even a sense of kinship.
He reached out with his semi-transparent hand towards Wen Xiao’ai, intending to poke her face and wake her up.
However, his finger simply passed through Wen Xiao’ai’s skin and body.
Seeing this, the boy felt somewhat saddened and withdrew his hand.
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The boy called out to her twice, but apart from himself, no one could hear.
The boy had no choice but to remain crouched there, quietly watching over Wen Xiao’ai...
Inside a certain VIP ward—
"I’m talking to you, are you deaf?!" Old Master Jun glared furiously at Jun Wuyang on the hospital bed, whose face was now less swollen but still marred with bruises.