I suddenly arched my back, wanting to sit up, "Who are you? This is the Lin family, it couldn't possibly have..."
Before I could finish uttering the word "monster," I found myself frozen, unable to move.
The night was exceptionally cold, the air that breathed into my lungs carried a bizarre chill.
The wind was blowing the twisted branches.
The twisted branches were continually stretching in the storm.
In that mournful night rain.
There was even a faint trace of moonlight.
The tree shadows, through the ancient window's carved patterns and the thin paper pasted on the window sill, fell on the ground, swaying the branches.
Like an evil spirit from Hell, extending its claw-like hands toward the Human Realm.
The Lin Family's ground, abundant with spiritual energy and filled with the pure Yang of the earth fire.
At this moment, it resembled a terrifying ice pit, freezing all the blood in my body.
Had an evil spirit invaded the Lin Family??
I gathered all my strength to mobilize the spiritual power in my body, barely managing to move my fingers.
Slowly, I moved my wrist to my pocket and drew out a red cloth strip embroidered with a fiery demon pattern.
"Su Wan, you are nothing but a vessel for my husband to sire offspring, a replacement for me." The woman sneered, her face unseen, but I felt the voice emanating from the shadow on the ground, drawing my attention to the ghostly tree shadows.
It seemed as though strands of black material were protruding from the shadows, unclear what the substance was.
Cold sweat beaded my forehead, yet a smile played on my lips, "Oh? You must be Qing Li, who resides in the Lin Family Loft, I'm just a substitute, what's the rush, coming all the way here?
"How do you know who I am?" Qing Li, infuriated, the black strands in the shadows abruptly sprang out, becoming more defined.
It was a mass of black hair, silky as satin, coming to life as it swept towards me, wrapping tightly around my neck before I could resist.
I immediately felt suffocated, darkness enveloping my vision, the hair tightening in my hands,
"Ever since your son Lin Qianshan turned traitor, the Lin Family has fortified the defenses within the sect, no external evil spirits can infiltrate. This hair... can only be your Forbidden Woman's Technique..."
"Smarty-pants, even if you guessed it's me, you're still going to die." As soon as Qing Li's cold words fell, the hair grew longer, entwining around my entire body, as if intending to crush my bones.
My expression unchanging, I flipped over and tied the cloth strip around the hair constricting my neck, "Qing Li, I just disdain to act against you, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid of you."
A fistful of ink-black hair, chilled by the encounter with the fiery demon pattern of the Life and Death Embroidery, was effortlessly severed by the power of Yang Fire.
Following that, Qing Li let out a pitiful scream, the hair entwined around me retreating completely.
"My hair... Su Wan, how dare you burn my hair!! You have only one thread of the Fiery Life and Death Embroidery, let's see what you'll do next!" Read full story at novｅlfire.net
I saw a frail woman in a blue robe standing in front of my window. She hung her head, her pale face distinctly visible.
That pale face had no features, terrifying like a blank slate.
I was only able to handle it initially because all the Forbidden Woman's Techniques were manual.
Suddenly, something inhuman and ghost-like appeared, frightening me to the core, "You... you... are you human or ghost? Why... Your face... Your face has no features."
Qing Li said nothing, her ground-length hair coming to life, growing continuously, and lunging at me.
Its speed was as fast as lightning.
Just as I was about to dodge, I was once again constricted around the neck, my movements restrained, "Let go of me, if you keep pestering me, don't blame me for being rude."